14. Oliver

His Isobel

The man from the plane was here. The fake name he had on all his traveling documents made it difficult for Milo to track his movements, but right as Oliver received the text from Maddox, Oliver spotted him.

Watching his Isobel.

Oliver continued to survey his surroundings and found another man he didn't know also focused on Isobel's retreat.

What. The. Fuck.

He cursed; this was a horrible decision. He should have just let her stay at the hotel with Maddox. He hoped this reunion would make her realize how much better she was than all these fools, not throw her in the direction of more unsavory men.

"Ollie." A shrill whining voice brought his attention back to the disgusting woman in front of him. He tried to relocate both of the men watching his Isobel but could no longer spot either in the growing crowd of drunken alumni.

"Yes dear, here is my card. If you ever need our services let us know." He pushed it to her distractedly. He couldn't recall the girl's name and, as with most of the guests, she opted not to wear a nametag.

"Can I sample the services now?" A fake fingernail dug along Oliver's skin, and he did his best to contain his rage.

She was exactly the type of person that he hated. A rodent dressed in nice clothes and filled with plastic was still a rodent.

He jerked back and gave her a faux smile. "Sorry dear, I must be on my way."

The rat went to touch him again, but he was already spinning and disappearing into the crowd. He needed to join his Isobel. And he needed to make sure these two men here wouldn't be a problem.