Chapter 37 - Prem.a.t.u.r.e O.r.g.a.s.m (1/2)
Olivia's Penthouse Suite
Waking up from a nightmare, Yana glanced at the clock on her phone and as usual, the time said it was six in the morning. She stretched her body, looking like a human 'X' and stared at the ceiling for a while, overridden by the surge of emotion she felt from her nightmare.
She closed her eyes and swallowed a lump in her parched throat as she remembered her dream, how she was walking aimlessly in a deep and endless tunnel, looking for her way out. She should be scared, but she's not. She grew up in the darkness of the forest anyway so she walked, never giving up until she found a glimmer of light. She covered her eyes as she walked closer and adjusted her sight. Slowly, she came out of darkness only to watch a replay of what transpired last night when she stepped out of Olivia's apartment.
Last night, out in the hallway, two pairs of eyes met who knew each other by heart. Yana inched closer to MIB2 and stood on her tippy toes. She pulled out MIB2's specs and smirked at the guy who also mirrored the same smirk on her face.
”Nice to see you again,” Yana greeted, placing the specs back on MIB2's straightedge nose.
”Ha!” MIB2 huffed, raising his chin with his eyes closed before moving his gaze back to the lass with an apple-shaped face. His nose and ears were shooting out angry steam. He squared his shoulders, his eyes burned with animosity as he held all his pent up anger inside.
In her dream, she watched herself staring at the fuming potato before her but instead of getting a hug, MIB2 choked her by the neck, blocking out the passage of oxygen from her lungs to her brain. She could feel her head spin yet clearly see the anger and disgust on MIB2's eyes.
Lucky for her, it was only a dream, and she did not die in the hands of MIB2 but who knows if somewhere in the future it would come true. She clutched her neck and pursed her lips to keep it from quivering and chanted her mantra ever since she left the Huks: You're a big girl in a big city and you will not let anything make you cry.
Shaking off the unpleasant picture in her head, she kicked the blanket off her and quickly went about her morning routine. She was out of Olivia's penthouse suite before the clock struck seven in the morning. With her keys in her pocket, she used the fire exit to go down to Olivia's decoy apartment. She sheepishly smiled at Jack who stood by the door.
Jack's fist pumped in the air, signaling for her to hurry up. She noticed that there was a cart beside him which Yana assumed to contain His Highness's breakfast.
Phew! Thank goodness she won't have to prepare breakfast today, she thought to herself. She fell asleep last night googling what breakfast to prepare knowing there's a high chance that she had to cook for Olivia and Maxen. Now that she thought about it, why does Olivia not have a private chef? Her reverie was cut short when she heard Jack's voice.
”What time does Miss Olivia usually wake up?” Jack asked. They've been camping outside Olivia's apartment since five in the morning and this was the second time the food was sent up after being reheated.
”I was told to report before eight in the morning,” she whispered as she scrambled for the right key. Before she opened the door, she looked over her shoulders and let out a sigh of relief when she didn't see MIB2. She motioned for Jack to follow her, her index finger touched her lips telling him to follow her quietly.
The two crept inside the apartment like a ninja in the night, with Jack pushing the breakfast cart. However, they didn't notice the two bodies that were making out on the couch because their sights were fixed on the closed bedroom door at the end of the hallway as they entered.
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A few minutes ago, Olivia went back to the makeshift bed in the living room after using the bathroom. She sat on the edge of the makeshift bed and chugged down a glass of water and placed it on the coffee table. Suddenly, her soul left her body when she was pulled down by Maxen's firm grip, her back falling in a thud on his b.a.r.e c.h.e.s.t.