Chapter 109 - Eat My Dust (2/2)

She tried to keep her cool, afraid to let the sea of red consume her.

As if she was brought back in time, she felt every molecule of emotion she felt that fateful day.

She was once on the receiving end of a cheating and she hated it.

She hated the feeling of being made a fool of that one person you least expect to hurt you.

She hated the feeling of being not enough.

She hated that she questioned her own self when she knew the problem wasn't her, but the other party who chose to be tempted by the sins of flesh.

Chanel Greene snapped Olivia out of her trance, planting a hand over her shoulder.

They exchanged smiles and motioned for her client to walk ahead. The entire time her fingers itched to call a friend, but she knew what needed to be done first.

Rockaway Tower

It was past midnight when Maxen arrived in Olivia's penthouse suite. To his surprise, their bed was cold and empty.

His attention was stolen by a tiny light that seeped through the crack of the ensuite door. His brows furrowed. Could it be?

”Okay, baby. These late night dips are getting frequent and may I remind you it's unhealthy.” After entering the ensuite, Maxen's hands braced on either side of his h.i.p.s.

Olivia rolled her eyes, sipping her apple cider. ”Welcome home,” her curt reply.

”Have I done something wrong that I'm not aware of?” Maxen voiced out the question in his head. He hated it when she did that eye roll, but he knew something made his baby's blood boil.

Peeling off his suit jacket, he knelt before the bathtub and rolled up his dress suit's sleeves, gently massaging his baby's arms.

”Not you, but your friend Wyatt. Now I'm wondering why Ollie set me up with him before.”

”As his friend, I'm biased too because I know the guy's a good son and a reliable person so… wait? Why are we talking about him?”

”I saw him.”

”Oh.” Maxen paused, reading in between the lines. It didn't take him forever to put the puzzle pieces together.

Earlier, he saw Emily with her father, the Prime Minister, in the state banquet. And he knew where Olivia was that evening. If his baby said she saw Wyatt, it only meant the fool was caught with another woman in a hotel.

”It made me think for a second what if it was you whom I saw? It's annoying.”

”Except you know you won't because I always come home straight to you from any engagement.” Smiling, his finger traced the bubbles on the length of her leg.

”True. And the next thing we know, our place is infested with felines. We're officially the cat couple.”

Maxen was glad that she changed the subject. He took that as his chance to escape the possibility of sleeping in the doghouse that night.

”I don't need more cats. I have the best right here. Under. The. Water.” Maxen's hand dipped in the tub, finding its way on her t.h.i.g.hs.

Olivia's fingers grip on the tub tightened at the crawling sensation. She took a sharp breath when she felt his fingertips brush her slit below. Her breathing labored when he sandwiched a digit between her folds.

Her lips twitched. Of course, this little prince took a p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e in teasing her so she'd beg for him to touch her. Use her. Bring her to his promised high.

”Why are you still on your clothes?” she asked, succ.u.mbing to his ministrations. She placed her glass on the marble floor and scooted inside the tub, folding her legs to her c.h.e.s.t to give him space.

Yanking his tie in one swift motion. Water spilled out of the tub as he joined Olivia inside.

He dipped his head, planting a kiss on her lips and onto the length of neck down to her clavicle and then back up.

Stopping by her ears, he bit the shell of it, his hot breath tickled her as he whispered, ”Thought you'd never ask.”