After the call with Athena...he went straight to the bathroom and took his bath. Steam clinched to his skin, water trailed down his chest.
He grabbed the towel, used it to clean his wet skin… then wrapped it around his waist.
He felt more relaxed as his muscle loosened up, after the long day he had at work.
For a brief second...everything felt peaceful.
But then...
CRASH!!!!!
A violent shattering of glass exploded from downstairs. Oliver froze completely.
His hand on the bathroom door stopped mid-motion. Every single cell in his body went rigid. What the hell was that? he thought.
Oliver's jaw tightened. He dropped his towel and grabbed his pants, pulling them on quickly. He didn't bother with a shirt. His bare chest was taut, muscles flexing under the sudden surge of adrenaline.
Was that his secretary? He had asked her to help him bring a file he left with her a while ago. Was she the one that dropped something?
He moved to the bedroom door, carefully.
