"Why do you want to bother taking me?" Chloe asked, turning around to admire the back of the dress she was trying on, "there are many heiresses and socialites who would want to be seen with the billionaire Oliver Queen…" Oliver chuckled and shook his head.
"But socialites and heiresses are not you." Chloe blushed.
"What on earth gave me the luck to deserve you?" Oliver walked towards her, wrapping his arms around her waist. Chloe leant into him and sighed contentedly, "whatever did, I thank them profusely." He chuckled.
"I like this dress. I'm sure everyone else will too." She turned to face him, eyes sparkling. He grinned a lopsided grin and kissed her. When he broke off the kiss she raised an eyebrow.
"Best you can do Queen?" He shook his head and kissed her again, taking his time. Chloe kissed back just as passionately. She broke away, gasping for breath. "I love you." Oliver looked at her, and she began to blush, "I mean, well…" Oliver silenced her with yet another kiss.
"I love you too Sidekick." Chloe's smile grew so wide she thought her face would split. She threw herself at him.
"You…are… amazing!" She said between kisses. Oliver held her close, his heart swelling.
"This is why they'll love you at the event tomorrow."
Sabrina ground her teeth at the sight. That bitch was acting like a love sick puppy, and Oliver was playing right into her hands. Sure, she didn't really want the blonde billionaire anymore, but the fact was she wanted to go to the event. She wanted to be trying on dresses, be told that every single one made her look like a goddess. She even wanted Oliver, or someone equally as rich as him, to be telling her that he loved her, complimenting her, holding her as if she was the most precious thing in the universe to him. Sabrina knew that guys only wanted her for her body. She was happy to sleep with him if he was happy to buy her things. But that didn't give a massive sense of fulfilment or love.
She shook her head. This was not the frame of mind she needed. She lifted the gun, cocking it. Her head went through the pros and cons of what she was about to do.
She breathed in.
"Bang."
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Oliver sat beside Chloe's hospital bed stroking her arm. She looked so peaceful, albeit a bit tired. He wrung his hands through his hair, cursing his slow reactions. Why didn't he protect her? Why didn't he catch Sabrina before the cops did? So what if it could be seen as an attack on a defenceless young woman? This defenceless young woman had shot his girlfriend.
She was now in Belle Reeve.
She was now in Belle Reeve.
Oliver comforted himself with the fact that Sabrina and her painful power were now gone from his life and Chloe's. It was just eating away at him. The fact was that Oliver believed it to be his job to protect Chloe, whether it was from prying paparazzi to a bullet. And he had failed his first task. He was yanked out of his thoughts by Chloe taking his hand.
"Hey hot stuff," she smiled, voice croaking with under usage, "what happened here?" Oliver thought he could cry with happiness.
"Sabrina happened Chlo," Chloe's face darkened. He saw her searching his eyes, and then her face darkened even more.
"Don't you dare blame yourself for this Oliver Jonas Queen; this was entirely a psychopathic killer freak. You could not ever have known that she would hurt me and therefore you are not to blame." Oliver must have given her a look because she glared at him, "stop it Ollie." He grinned, squeezing her hand.
"You're amazing Chlo."