Chapter 5

I look away from Olivia and turn to Dex. He looks at me curiously and motions me over. I walk over to him. "Sit, beautiful." I sit beside him, and he places his hand on my thigh. "What were you saying?" He spoke loudly, and I was a bit confused as to why, if I was sitting next to him, his head turned in Olivia's direction. She smiled as she walked over to us and sat on the empty couch. 

"I was asking her what made her so special that you chose her over me?" Dex lets out a hum. 

"Olivia, why don't you sit there and look pretty." She lets out a giggle. 

"What's the matter, Dex? Trying to hide the fact that you don't have an answer for me and you aren't trying to say the obvious?" 

"Please do tell." 

"You only wanted me until you got me in your bed; then you didn't want me anymore. That's the only reason you wanted to make a deal with my father." He smiles as he lets out a long sigh. 

"You don't get it, do you?" He said with his eyes back on hers. "If I wanted to sleep with you, I didn't need to make a deal with you. You would have gone behind your father if I asked you to. I made a deal with your father to benefit him. So if you are done trying to act like you have something over me, I will shut up before you make things worse." She giggles. 

"You don't get to tell me what to do anymore. You gave that away. You have no control over me." He stands up and walks over to her, and leans in, causing her to sit back. He places both of his hands on the back of the couch and goes close to her face. 

"That's where you're wrong. I told your father I didn't want to marry you. I never said that I didn't want you. You are still mine. I gave you a little freedom, but apparently, you got a little too much because it's starting to affect the way you talk to me. How about you come back to my house for a little? Maybe you'll start showing me some respect." She gulps. 

"Y-y-you can't do that." She stuttered. He lets out a small laugh. 

"Grant?" He said. I glanced at Grant, who looked bored. 

"This isn't the reason I came here, Dex. If you want to play with your toys, please do on your own time." Olivia glances at her father. 

"Daddy?" Grant stands up. 

"Fine, I will return next week. I am going to be late for my flight." Dex stands up and turns to him. 

"Luca will get a hold of you when I have time to squeeze you in." Grant nods. 

"Great." He walks to the door and out he goes. Dex turns to Olivia, and she looks at him with a glare. She stands up and pushes him. 

"You can't keep me here. You choose that whore over me. You don't own me." He grabs her wrists and holds them up. She whimpers as she looks at him. 

"You do remember my rules, don't you? Do not touch me unless I say you can. And considering the situation is a little different, you don't have a right to. Now, be a good girl and sit down." He threw her arms at her, and she sat down quickly. I look at Dex for a second, realizing I don't know him at all. 

"Oh, relax, Grace. I told you it was only a sliver of his anger, and if you continue to push it, he gets to the point where he needs to walk away." Luca said as he placed his hands on my shoulders. I look up at him. 

"Right," I mumble. Dex sighs and walks upstairs. I watch him as he walks into his study. I stand up and hug myself. 

"Olivia was always one to push his buttons. He doesn't usually lay his hands on women, but she sure makes him want to." Luca said as he looked at her. She glares at him. 

"Oh, shut up, Luca." She fired. Dex's study door opens, and he leans on the railing, looking down. He looked angry. She looks at him. 

"Now look what you did." Luca mumbles. 

"Shut up, Luca!" Dex and Olivia chime. I look at Luca as he smiles. 

"She isn't the only one who knows how to push his buttons." He shrugs. 

"The difference is he won't do anything to me. But Olivia, on the other hand? That's a different subject." I shake my head at him and walk to the staircase. I walk up the steps and go to walk into Dex's room, and he turns his head to me. I stop and take a step back. 

"May I?" He smiles and walks over to me. 

"One thing about my anger is if you don't do anything to start it or add to it, I won't take it out on you." I nod slowly. He places his hand on my waist and kisses my forehead. "Don't be alarmed by my anger. I will not harm you unless you give me a reason to. And I don't think you are the type of person to give me a reason." 

"I hope I don't," I mumble. 

"Don't ask to go in your own room." I look at the door and back to him. 

"But isn't this-." He nods. 

"We are going to be married. What's mine is yours, and what's yours is mine. Ring a bell?" I roll my eyes. 

"Right, for a moment I forgot." He smiles. 

"Would you like me to give you a reminder?" I giggle. 

"I thought you didn't want that from me. Besides, don't you have work to do?" He shakes his head. 

"I cleared my day for you. Grant showing up was unexpected." I open the bedroom door and walk over to the bed. I sit down and turn to him as he walks in. 

"Does she really have to stay here?" I ask. He nods. 

"Yes," I look down. "Why?" 

"Because I don't like the idea of living under the same roof as your ex." He hums and walks over to me. He leans down and places both of his hands on the bed next to my thighs. I lean back, causing him to hover over me. I looked into his eyes to see he was amused. 

"Most women get angry when they are under the same roof as their husband's ex because they love them. Why are you angry about it?"

"Do you remember when you said if I marry you I won't have to share you?" He nods. "I'm marrying you because I don't have to share you. Now it feels like I do." 

"You are sexy when you are jealous." I scuff. 

"You aren't listening to me." He nods. 

"I am. I just think it's not that big of a problem. I chose you over her. You should be more than happy to rub it in her face if she gets on your nerves." I roll my eyes. 

"Even if I wanted to do that, I wouldn't." 

"Well, that's your choice." He said, standing up. I looked up at the ceiling. "What do you want to do today?" I look at him and sit up.

He was in the bathroom messing with his hair. I watch him with amusement as he takes off his shirt after getting it wet. I looked at the tattoo on his left arm, and a rush flew through me as I found myself drooling over him. He stops before the basket and turns to me. I look down for a moment and back at him. He held a smirk. He hums as he throws his shirt in the basket and walks out of the bathroom. "You haven't answered my question." He stood in front of me with his arms crossed. 

"What?" I asked, confused. I didn't remember him asking a question. He chuckles. 

"What do you want to do today?" I gulp and look away from him. 

"I wasn't aware I get to choose what I do. Normally, I get told what I have to do." He hums, causing me to look back at him. He looks at me for a while before taking a breath of air. 

"Everything you knew before living with your father? Forget it. Okay? I am not your father, and I won't be anything like him. My rules are different than his. I don't want to control you, but I do want you to listen. I may own you, but I won't treat you like I do." I searched his eyes. 

"Sounds almost too good to be true," I mumbled. He smiles. 

"You are too cute." I look down. 

"We can watch movies and put the pool to good use. Unless you are one of those rich people who only have it for the looks?" He chuckles. 

"I use everything I have in my house, baby. I just haven't had the time to just relax." 

I hum while looking around the very large room. "I don't know, Dex. There is a lot of stuff in this very large house. I'm not so sure you know everything you have in it," He snorts. 

"How about you get your sexy ass up and into a swimsuit," I giggle while standing up and walking over to my closet. 

"Yes, sir," I mumbled.