Chapter 03

Chapter 03

"He said what?!" Olivia's friend and the Marketing Manager of the company asked with wide eyes. Olivia sighed and shook her head, "I'm not doing this Macey, what if it all goes south? What if he asks me to sleep with him?" She said worriedly.

Macey rolled her beautiful blue eyes, "Come on, it can't be that bad. I'm sure women are dying to get under him, plus, didn't he just say today that you're not his type?" He asked.

"Yeah," Olivia nodded, hoping that had to count for something. "But I'm not doing it, I'm going home, I'll face Mr Chad in the morning with some fancy excuse," she said and with that marched into Macey's front seat and folded her arms.

"Are you sure about this? You might not have a job to come back to when all this is over," Macey advised. Olivia looked at the looming building, she really needed her job alright but she couldn't stand a night with Chad alone in the office and just a thin desk between them.

"I'll tell him a believable lie, come on, didn't you say you wanted to have drinks with someone, let's go," she said.

Macey shrugged and drove off. Working late with Chad Steele was usually a scandalous affair. Every secretary that he worked with over time ended up trying to get into his bed and life - again. The same was true for Rose who acted like she owned him.

They arrived at the club a few minutes later and Macey was able to get them in because she knew the bouncer - in fact, she knew a lot of men that Olivia wouldn't think of knowing. "So, have you met this one before?" Olivia asked as Macey walked to a skinny man by the counter and gleefully hugged him.

"No, we're just getting to know each other," she replied and clung to his side as they ordered shots. Olivia was the third wheel as Macey handed her a glass of cocktail and made herself comfortable on the man's lap at the corner of the club, leaving her alone at the counter.

"Hey, beautiful, do you want something strong?" The bartender asked and Olivia shook her head eagerly. She didn't want anything strong. Anytime Macey got drunk, she was the rescue driver and right then, with the sound of her laughter, she was sure Macey was definitely getting drunk that night.

The music changed after a few minutes and everyone began to grind on the dance floor. Olivia threw back the sixth shot and could feel the room spinning already. "Do you wanna dance?" Someone very close to her whispered and she was about to ask him off when he already grabbed her hands and led her to the dancefloor. "Why is such a pretty thing like you seated all alone in the bar, did you come alone?" He asked.

Olivia shook her head, "Came with friends, they're just busy I guess," she replied and gulped down two more shots, trying to get him away from her but it wasn't working. The man clung to her waist and grinded hard against her cheeks.

"I have to take this," Olivia said as her phone suddenly rang and was removed outside. It was Macey and she noticed that her car was still parked outside. "Yes, what's up? It's a mess so you're leaving so soon?" She asked.

"On the contrary. He's amazing so I want to know his place," Macey replied. Olivia gasped, "You just met him and you want to have sex with him?!" She asked with wide eyes.

"Come on, Liv. Live a little will you? You can drive the car home, I'll pick it up from your place tomorrow, bye," she said and hung up immediately.

"Shit!" Olivia whispered under her breath and turned to walk to the car but someone was right in front of her. She startled briefly before realizing it was just the guy from the dancefloor earlier. "Leaving so soon, gorgeous?" He asked, leering at her. Olivia rolled her eyes at his tone, his eyes were fixed on her cleavage and it disgusted her.

"Yes, I have work tomorrow," she replied and gestured at the car, "You're in my way." But the man didn't move, he got closer to her and grabbed his crotch, "You gave me a hard-on with that grinding of yours, now you have to take care of it, it's not fair to leave a man like this," he whispered.

Olivia stepped back, "What are you doing? Get away from me right now, my boyfriend will be here any second from now," she said, her voice trembling as much as her feet. She was drunk and couldn't even defend herself, the street was pretty quiet too, she didn't feel safe.

"I heard that call, darling, your boyfriend isn't coming, you're alone here and you're going to take care of me," he sneered.

Olivia turned immediately and saw a man, dressed in a suit and stepping out of a Bentley, one that she made the mistake of not looking at closely. In panic and with the buzz in her system, she rushed to him and threw her arms over the stranger, kissing him fiercely on the lips. "Oh, I guess you're really with your boyfriend, sorry man," the pervert said and walked into the club again, no doubt to find other victims.

His warm lips caressed her mouth and his tongue gilded softly against her, Olivia moaned and ran her hands through his hair, giving caution to the wind, "Take me," she whispered dreamily.

"I'm here for a business meeting with the owner of the club. Olivia, are you okay?" The stranger asked, Olivia nodded but then her eyes widened, "How did you know my name?" She asked in surprise just as the man lifted his face and she gazed into the eyes of none other than Chad Steele.

"Oh," Olivia sighed and lost consciousness in his arms.