Chapter 202 - Give Him A Feast (1/2)

”Posh Spice, secured and safe,” MIB1 said as he pressed a button pinned on his lapel. He glanced towards Maxen and Olivia's direction and saw the prince c.o.c.k his head, a silent order for the man to give the couple some privacy.

He then stepped out of the room and closed the door, punching in the code from the outside to lock the couple inside as standard operating procedure. ”Eton, secured and safe. MIB1 now on standby,” he pressed the button one more time, speaking through a tiny device.

He scanned the hallways one more time and nodded to a passing guard before he straightened his back as he stood guard outside the panic room. He was itching to secure the place himself, but it was his duty to stay close to the prince at all times, especially now at the presence of a threat in their location.

Meanwhile, a soft click of a door locking told Maxen and Olivia that they were alone inside the panic room. The room was silent, let alone for the hissing sound of the air-conditioning unit as it fanned cool air inside the four corners of the grey reinforced walls made from layers of cement and steel.

Olivia perched her bottoms on the edge of a control table, her hands planted on either side while Maxen stood in front of her.

They were smiling silly at each other as if nothing happened earlier, as if they weren't in danger and almost lost another chance of waking up together the next day. The comfort of being in each other's arms washed away their fears for a moment.

”Posh Spice? Really? If I'm Posh Spice, would that make you Golden Balls?” Olivia teased, making a reference of a famed couple.

”I do have golden balls, so yes, you can call me that.” Maxen chuckled and pulled Olivia by the waist, their c.h.e.s.ts crashing on impact.

He knew Olivia was hiding her emotions with how she did her best to avoid eye contact, choosing to train her gaze on his c.h.e.s.t rather than to meet his eyes.

Maxen had a feeling that she didn't want to look weak even in front of her husband who would love her weakness nonetheless. He then c.a.r.e.s.sed her cheek with the back of his index finger, forcing her eyes to close and submit at his touch.

”Sorry I was late,” Maxen apologized.

”Don't say sorry, it's not your fault,” she replied, a rueful smile painted her face. Holding his wrist, Olivia let her whirlwind of emotions simmer down.

”It is. He won't come after you if he didn't know we're dating.”

Olivia's hand that was holding Maxen's wrist dropped. She pondered if she should tell her husband what Lance Go said earlier and decided it would not hurt if she would tell the truth.

”About that… I heard him say that he wanted me back in his life.”

”He said that?”

”Yep.” She nodded.

”Stay here. I have some business to finish.”

”Max!” Olivia reached out a hand to stop Maxen from storming out of the room. She knew it wasn't 'business' that he would finish, but the life of a guy named Lance Go.

”The heck is he even thinking about? Shooting my dad and now kidnapping you?”

”He's the least of our concern as of today, Max. I think,” Olivia trailed off, the hint of warning in her voice was enough to nail Maxen on his spot. ”I think there's a mole in the security team or one of the staff,” she assumed, and the tick on Maxen's jaw told her that he knew of it too.

”It's not something you should worry yourself about,” Maxen assured and squeezed her.