OLIVIAI readjusted the bodice of my dress for possibly the hundredth time since we set out. I was so nervous I practically could not stay still. My feet tapped nervously against the car floor as I wiped my sweaty palms over and over again on my dress. If this went on for much longer, I was certain I was going to pass out."Stop that," Christian suddenly said. I couldn't read his tone, as usual, but I figured that he was annoyed by the sound of my nervous tapping.Not in the mood to receive an earful from him, I forced my legs to stay put. Christian was seated comfortably, his back resting against the car seat. As usual, his face was expressionless, and he looked unfazed by what we were heading into. This was shocking to me. I didn't understand how the hell he wasn't nervous when this was his family's dinner. Not to mention that he was planning to make an announcement about something that wasn't set in stone yet. It was scary, but for Christian, it seemed to be a walk in the park.S
OLIVIA “What???” It felt like a bomb was dropped in the room at my announcement. I could feel the coldness and shock practically oozing off all of them as they stared at me in silence. My jaw clenched as I stood my ground, head held high and refusing to back down. If taking matters into my own hands was what I had to do to get things straight then I would do it dutifully. I had no idea what the hell was up with Christian, but I couldn't just sit there while he made us both look like fools. If he didn't want to help me, then I would help myself. "Pregnant?" Mr. Blackwood finally broke the silence. I nodded, not trusting myself to say anything right now. I was so nervous from the audacity I'd garnered to even do this that I couldn't speak properly. I needed a few moments to catch my breath and regulate myself. "Lies! She's lying!" Michael suddenly yelled, slamming his hand on the table. His face contorted in fury as he glared daggers my way. The possibility of Christian ev
CHRISTIAN My hands were gripping the edge of the dining table as I watched everything play out. I thought my grandfather would give up the moment Olivia mentioned that a board member was a witness to our intimacy. But I was wrong. There grandfather was, dialing Mr. Parker to confirm the story. This was more than my heart could take at the moment. Sighing, I leaned back into my chair and loosened my tie a bit. I couldn't help but feel like I'd fucked up. I should have handled this whole thing the way I'd initially planned. And now everything had fallen apart. I resisted the urge to exhale loudly. I really thought I would be able to attend this dinner, execute my plans and put Michael in his place. But the moment I walked in and saw the sitting arrangement, it all came rushing back to me. The past had gripped me so hard that I could hardly speak. I lost my composure, just sat there staring and struggling to remember how to breathe. It was such an awful thing that it almost hurt to
OLIVIAI glanced sideways at Christian for the umpteenth time and still he pretended not to notice me staring. We were in the car en route to my house, and a million questions were still roaming in my mind about the dinner. I didn't understand why Christian wasn't saying anything. He didn't even acknowledge the fact that everything we planned had almost gone south today.All because of him.Even a simple explanation would have sufficed. But apparently that was too much for him. I mean, why would the city’s most eligible playboy and billionaire explain himself to Olivia? I scoffed, resisting an eye roll. He just sat there, his usual stoic self as he stared out of the window. Meanwhile, I was still struggling to figure it out myself. Was that freeze-up a part of his plan? Was it some kind of test to figure out if I was up to the task?I seriously doubted that, considering how important this was to Christian. I didn't think he would put it all on the line like that for the sake of a
OLIVIA I stepped into the lecture hall, clutching my laptop and bag in both hands as I made my way to an empty spot. I could hear the shady whispers behind me as I walked past my classmates, their curious and mocking gazes stabbing into my back. And for a short, delusional moment, I decided to believe those whispers weren’t about me. But they were in fact, about me. My classmates were all staring at me. Every. Single. One. Of. Them. What was it about this time? What fresh gossip about me were they enjoying? As usual, I ignored them, sliding into my seat and setting down my bag and laptop. One would think that as final year students, they would be more mature. But they were really only as childish as it could get. They’d treated me the same way since our first year here, seeing as I didn’t come from money, and most of them were children of men and women that belonged to the elite class. This was basically a school for elites, because every one of my classmates owned luxury cars
OLIVIA I stood at my school’s parking lot, waiting for my driver, the wind blowing in my tear-streaked face.Christian had texted that my driver and personal assistant were coming to get me, and that he wanted to see me. And ever since I received the text, I’d been wondering why. Why would he want to see me?I sighed, running my fingers through my hair in frustration. I shouldn’t have left the hall, missing out on the lecture. But it couldn’t be helped. I hated how Miss Elowen looked down on and humiliated me constantly.It wasn’t the first time she’d made me her subject of mockery and each time, it was worse than the last. “Olivia,” A familiar voice called out from behind me, and my stomach knotted in painful twists. Something about that voice nauseated me each time I heard it. I turned slowly to see him standing there. The one person I hated the most in this world. Jaxon.His eyes roamed feverishly over my body in a way that made me feel sick to my stomach, that made my skin craw
OLIVIAThe familiar scent of leather and musk hit my nose as I walked into the office. And I was briefly reminded of the intoxicating moments I’d shared with the imposing man behind the desk, in this office.His eyes were fixed on the screen of the desktop before him, his brows furrowed together. And after a full minute, he looked up at me, his eyes boring uncomfortable holes into me as he loosened his tie.That simple action sent my heart racing, heat rushing to my face. Why was he loosening his tie? Why did he have to do it now that I was here? Were we about to have sex again?A hundred more questions raced through my mind as I stared at him, most of which I had no answers to.I managed to get a grip amidst it all, shaking myself back to logic. I deserved an apology from him, for being a total dick the last time we were together.I took a stubborn stance then, land crossed my arms over my chest, making sure my face was properly squeezed into a frown. “Why did you want to see me?”H
OLIVIAWe arrived in Dubai a few hours later, and I instantly fell in love.I’ve heard stories about Dubai being a nice and beautiful city, but now I was actually in Dubai, I realized that the stories did no justice to how good this city looked.It was a lively city illuminated with lots of lights, and as we drove through the streets, I plastered my face against the windscreen of the car to get a good look at the glistening billboards and malls.I whipped out my phone and aimed at a fish-tank-designed billboard that had the videos of a really pretty woman floating around in 3D style.It was such a catchy sight.“We’ll be arriving at the hotel soon,” Christian said from beside, interrupting my little sight-seeing session. “Stop that and put away the phone,” He ordered, a stern look on his face, “Makes you look like a bush rat.”The last few words caught my attention, and I whirled sharply to face him, forgetting about the 3D display for a minute.“What?” He asked after a while of glari
Michael’s POV“When is he going to show up?”I glanced over at Lydia, who wouldn’t stop tapping her foot against the gazebo.I let out a small sigh, scratching my brow. “Should be here anytime soon.”Just as the words left my mouth, the butler showed up with a man trailing behind him.Finally..I rose to my feet, stretching out my palm as the man behind came forward. “Cain,” I greeted with a slight nod of my head.“Michael, you bastard,” he responded with a smirk, and I smiled, offering him a seat.“Thank you for coming,” I replied, adjusting my suit and letting out a whoosh of air.“So,” I turned towards Lydia, pointing a hand in her direction, “this is Lydia, and Lydia, this is Cain.”“Hey,” he said to Lydia, with so much of a nod in her direction, and Lydia returned the gesture in the same exact manner.“So,” he continued, returning his gaze to my face, “you contacted me for a job—come on, have a seat, will you?” He gestured me towards a seat, and for a moment, I felt embarrassed t
Olivia’s POVThe banging on the door penetrated my dream, and I bolted up from the bed, banging my head against the headboard.Who could be banging so heavily on my door?“Olivia!” My mother’s voice came from the doorway in a yell, and I sighed, relaxing fully against the headboard. So it was her…“Go wash your mouth and come down,” she continued, “bath of you. Breakfast is ready.”The shuffling of feet indicated she’d left, and I yawned heavily, stretching my arms and body.Just then, I felt Christian move beside me, and I glanced down at him, thinking he would wake up, but he doesn’t.Staring down at him with so much curiosity and inquisitiveness, I reached down and traced the lines on his face with my index finger, a smile tugging on my lips as I thought about how someone could be this handsome.I like you, Olivia.I blushed deeply as the words re-echoed in my head, pressing my lips together.I couldn’t really say the Christian I’d met months ago, cold and staunch, was the same one
Christian’s POVWhat am I doing? Good question.Because if someone had told me months ago, that I would be doing this, kneeling between her thighs, my only desire to make her happy, to satisfy her own pleasures before mine, I would have gotten them arrested. Yet, here I was. The overwhelming desire to tongue-fuck Olivia, coursing through my veins.Oh, how I’ve missed the sight of her writhing underneath me. In pleasure.It took a real man to admit when a woman had swayed his entire life, and I was a real man.So yes, I had no freaking idea what I was doing, but the end result would most probably be cum all over my face. Soon.She shivered in my palms as I kissed a path up her thighs, to her visibly pulsating core.“Relax,” I breathed against her skin, and that somehow seemed to make her quiver even more.Letting out a sigh, my eyes strayed to her pink, soft wetness, and a small groan escaped my throat. I loved the way she looks for me. I could stare at the beautiful sight all day.Gen
OLIVIAHis lips tilting up in a small smirk, he lifted his palm and caressed my chin, and very visibly unable to stop himself, he pulled me into another hug.“I’m glad we’ve cleared the air,” he mumbled into my hair, splaying his fingers against my lower back, “so you can stop seeing Nicholas now.”As if I’d just been stung, I quickly pulled away from him, glancing up at him. “Do you think I’m meeting Nicholas because of you?”He scoffed, shaking his head. “Even though jealousy is a lousy emotion, it makes people do things.“I knew it!” I exclaimed. “You stalked us, didn’t you? Nicholas and I?”“I regret it, you know, because I found out you truly do have terrible taste in men,” came his sarcastic reply.“Uh,” I scoffed in derision. “How—“The words were snatched from my mouth as he suddenly reached out and grabbed me by the waist, smashing his lips down on mine.It was a hungry, fervent kiss that has been long overdue, fired up by all pent up emotions, and I melted into him, relaxing
The door creaked open, and Christian stepped into my room, locking the door behind him.For some reason, that makes my heart skip.In the minutes that followed his entrance, a heavy silence hung between us, as we stared at each other from where we stood.After a while, I cleared my throat quietly. “So, did you mean what you said downstairs?”He looked at me for a while, a quiet expression on his face. “Of course.”Tears immediately rushed to my eyes, and I blinked them back, trying to not think about how his answer had filled my heart with warmth.“What about Lydia?”At the question, he moved closer towards me. “I didn’t fuck her, Olivia, or whatever assumptions you have in your head.”I shook my head, still not satisfied. “Then just come clean,” I replied.“Tell me why you think I’m lying,” he urged, “and say something that could be the problem, other than me dancing with her at the party.”Sniffling, I wiped the back of my hand against my face. “When I went to shop for a dress for t
Olivia’s POVThe ride home was hellish.My mother had always had a temper with small things, and now that it was actually something big, she was crashing out real bad.She’d been yelling nonstop ever since we got in the car, making the ride as hot and uncomfortable as it could get.I remained mute, because I knew there was nothing I could say in this moment.What could I even say?That Christian offered to pay me to get pregnant for him? And I used that same money to pay for my brother’s surgery?Would she understand?“Ma’am, we’re really sorry you had to find out this way,” Christian’s voice penetrated my thoughts, and I whipped my gaze to the side to look at him, shocked.Christian Blackwood…apologizing?But just as I’d expected, his apology did nothing to soothe her anger, neither did it stop the yelling. It continued right until we got home.No…it got worse. As soon as we stepped through the front doors.“So what was it you were saying?!” She yelled, flinging her purse on the couc
Olivia’s POVMy face terribly flushed, I stared up at the nurse, who stood a few feet away from the bed, a patient chart in her hands.“We’ve run a series of tests,” she started, “and you’re fine.” She paused, studying the chart meticulously. “Apparently, you were just stressed out.I nodded as she spoke, touching my wrist. Actually, I felt okay now, almost like nothing had happened to me in the first place, although I’d literally passed out earlier.Maybe it was the IV fluid that was coursing through my veins right now, but I really wanted to leave there.Letting out a small sigh, I turned my head to the other side of the bed to see Liam standing there, staring down at me, and I couldn’t tell if he looked shocked or appalled by the sudden, unplanned discovery that I was pregnant.There was no way this was avoidable.He was going to find out sooner or later, because coincidentally, I’d been rushed to the same hospital where I’d registered for prenatal care.“How long do I have to stay
Olivia’s POV Wiping her nose with the handkerchief I offered her, she sniffled, then zeroed her gaze into space. “When I was twelve,” she started after a few moments, her tone laced with a deep emotion I couldn’t put a finger on, “my mom would always tell me to make friends with girls that are in the same bracket with me.” She scoffed, lifting her arms. “You know, status-wise,” she added, bracketing the last two words with her fingers. I stared at her as she spoke, my attention rapt and silent. “Guess what?” She continued. “She even forbade me from being friends with a girl whose mother was a hair stylist. Can you imagine that?” “And at 17,” she continued without missing a beat, not giving me a chance to respond to her possibly rhetorical question, “she started taking me to parties filled to the brim with old men. Passing me around and asking me to climb my way to the top on their backs.” She tilted a corner of her lips in a small smirk then, her eyes darkening in pain, “I mean,
Olivia’s POVWiping her nose with the handkerchief I offered her, she sniffled, then zeroed her gaze into space.“When I was twelve,” she started after a few moments, her tone laced with a deep emotion I couldn’t put a finger on, “my mom would always tell me to make friends with girls that are in the same bracket with me.” She scoffed, lifting her arms. “You know, status-wise,” she added, bracketing the last two words with her fingers.I stared at her as she spoke, my attention rapt and silent.“Guess what?” She continued. “She even forbade me from being friends with a girl whose mother was a hair stylist. Can you imagine that?”“And at 17,” she continued without missing a beat, not giving me a chance to respond to her possibly rhetorical question, “she started taking me to parties filled to the brim with old men. Passing me around and asking me to climb my way to the top on their backs.”She tilted a corner of her lips in a small smirk then, her eyes darkening in pain, “I mean, what