Chapter 129 - Secrets (2/2)

My life gets kinda boring

Need something that I can confess~

Reaching the center of the hall, Maxen's warm hands crept from her hip to the small of Olivia's back. A tiny gasp escaped her mouth when she felt his warm palm on her b.a.r.e back.

”I didn't know Konstantin was your friend,” he whispered in her ear.

Scratching his tux, she replied, ”First of all, he's not my friend. They thought I was, but I know they were using me, always asking for favors, thinking I was a pushover because I was the youngest in the bunch.”

Olivia choked, a lump of air got stuck in her mouth when a memory flashed in her eyes. They were at her flat when she heard one of her classmates talk behind her back, mocking how Olivia easily agrees to all their requests like a puppy.

”But it's fine. I needed some noise every once in a while and their company made my life a little bearable.” A rueful smile painted her face. She should be happy because she got her revenge, hiring that classmate in one of her firms, but never gave her the opportunity for a promotion. She should feel triumphant, but the sting of betrayal on what she thought was a genuine friendship left an imprint in her DNA.

Closing in their gap, he pinned her to his c.h.e.s.t, and let the rhythm of the music play notes on their feet. Their proximity washed away the memory in her head as they made a bubble of their own on the dance floor—exchanging goofy grins as they swayed, with Maxen occasionally spinning Olivia on her spot.

”He invited me to a poker match later. Do you want to join them?” he asked, and by the way Olivia heaved a sigh he knew what her answer would be.

”Do you have dirty money in your pockets too? Maybe I should run a check on you.” Olivia looked up, her eyes polarized on Maxen's icy stare. She knew what those poker matches were for.

”What? Ha-ha!” Maxen nervously laughed. ”You know all of us do, but that's I don't handle those matters. I just love playing, baby.”

Olivia tutted. ”Do you know what happens in Nikolai's poker matches? I'd rather not join them. It'll be bad if you get caught, but hey, if the stakes are high, I might change my mind.”

The truth was, Olivia knew of Vasiliev's secret wealth, hiding in the vaults of what was known as Konstantin's bank.

On the outside, Ivanov Bank micro-loans for farmers to businesses. But Olivia knew those were dirty money that was collected through Nikolai's poker matches—money from the mafia, dirty politicians, and businessmen whose name you'd read on the front page on the daily. In exchange, what was once dirty money from these poker matches would be paid up with clean cash by those who owed loans to his bank.

Olivia's eye darted to his c.h.e.s.t and saw a stain of lipstick on his dress shirt. Her eyes rolled, knowing full well who's brazen enough to pull such a stunt.

”I see Catwoman dropped by earlier. You know what? I think we should play tonight.”

Maxen's eyes furrowed. He glanced down on Olivia and traced where her sight was trained. His butthole clamped upon seeing a red stain on his dress shirt.

Locking gazes with Maxen, Olivia's eyes twinkled with mischief and a promise that someone's scalp would be shaved that night.

When the song reached its peak, he spun her around, dipping her ever so slightly. Her hands swiped on the planes of his shoulders for support, and in that moment, their gazes connected.

The urge to kiss her was so strong that when he pulled her up, their c.h.e.s.ts collided.

~This time, don't need another perfect lie

Don't care if critics ever jump in line

I'm gonna give all my secrets away

Something that will light those ears

Sick of all the insincere

So I'm gonna give all my secrets away~

Olivia and Maxen were locked in a trance. Their background went to blur as their breathing went in sync. Their exhale a wicked dance on its own.

”I want to kiss you right now.”

Tilting her head to the side, she fanned her eyelashes, enchanting Maxen more than he anticipated. ”Nothing should stop you, Your Highness.”

Devastatingly handsome. A god walking amongst mortals.

Olivia didn't wait for Maxen. She'll claim what's hers the way he claims her as his.