OLIVIA
The moment we stepped into the suite, the anger I’d been bottling up burst free like a dam breaking.
“What the hell were you thinking?” I snapped, kicking off my shoes and tossing my purse into the corner. “Why would you do that?!”
“Well, I should be asking you that, Olivia!” Christian shot back to my surprise and slammed the door shut.
I blinked, caught off guard. “W-what? What do you mean?” My voice wavered as confusion crept in.
“One word!” He yelled again, “A simple instruction, Olivia. Smile. That was all I asked you to do,” He threw his hands in the air, his eyes boring into me with anger, “You disobeyed me. You decided to go ahead and show Zaydan your beautiful dentition. You’ve done well.”
The words cut me like a sharp knife, and I took a step back. I couldn’t believe he was saying this. How could he?
“But I…I was only trying to help,” I stammered, watching him carefully.
“And did I ever ask for your help?” He shot back immediately. “Did it ever occur
