Chapter 157 - Rewards To Herself (1/2)
[Written whilst listening to the song Together by XX. Song added in OS playlist found in my discord channel]
Just as Maxen and Olivia got inside their car, the pitter-patter of rain had started. By the time they reached Rockaway Towers, the rain showers turned into a full-blown storm, with a symphony of lightning and thunder. The soothing harmony of nature lulled the two to sleep.
The next morning, Olivia woke up, swiping her arm over Maxen's side of the bed. Odd enough, she was smiling when her fingertips grazed on the cold silk covers. Her gaze shifted to the floor to ceiling window, hypnotized by the unceasing rainfall.
Today, Maxen should be flying to the nearby island for a conference, but seeing the weather, she had a hunch that he never left and stayed home, that was why she was smiling even though she found his side of the bed empty and cold.
Wrapping herself with her robe, she didn't bother washing her face nor brushing her teeth. She tiptoed, barefoot, towards the study where she guessed he would be.
True to her gut, she found Maxen in the middle of a web conference. She smiled watching him talk in full concentration with the people on his laptop's screen. Even with the gray skies as his backdrop, Maxen's presence radiates in the room.
Her fingers danced in the air as if playing the keys of the piano when Maxen glanced at her direction, smiling at her for a split second before moving his gaze back on the screen.
The slight creases on his forehead, the way he tilted his ear closer to hear things clearly, and the practiced smile he always does in front of other people, she watched his every nuance and it sent a kaleidoscope of butterflies to her stomach.
Pivoting in her spot, she twisted the skeleton key on the door, the click of the lock engaging alerted Maxen, his eyes darted to the door's direction.
His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed nothing but air in his throat. Goosebumps raised on his skin as he saw the glint of l.u.s.t pooling in Olivia's eyes.
His breath hitched, watching the silk robe slip on the curves of Olivia's body. It pooled on the floor, leaving her with nothing but her red silk romper lingerie. Her cleavage peeped on the deep V neckline with her every step.
Maxen's fingers tightened on the chair's armrest, his eyes widened with confusion and disbelief when Olivia crawled, kneeling between his spread t.h.i.g.hs.
”Naughty angel,” he mouthed, reaching for the black tape sticking out on the laptop's monitor. Because he had to use the webcam earlier, he had to peel off the black tape that covered the laptop's camera, intending to tape it back after the meeting.
But because of a naughty angel between his legs, the tape had to be put back in place earlier than it should.
He tried to keep his focus on the men and women on the screen but his vision went hazy when Olivia successfully unbuckled his belt, and pulled down his pants and u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r, pooling it by his ankles.
Covering the camera, he could now give his attention to his wife. His hand crawled under the deep V-neckline, pinching her n.i.p.p.l.e as her punishment.