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OLIVIA

 

Neither of us moved.

I could feel his breath fanning on my dry lips. 

A shiver ran down my spine. I wanted to lean closer, taste these damn lips one more time—no.

I pulled away, knocking the box of chocolate off my thigh. “Excuse me,” I muttered, already turning to flee.

“Olivia.” 

His deep baritone voice stopped me mid-step. 

I turned back; his darkened eyes fixated on me with a look I couldn’t decipher. “Your chocolates.”

My heart was beating hard. 

Chocolates?

If I stepped closer, that was the last thing I wanted now. Jenna was probably sleeping. A taste wouldn’t—Olivia!

I hastened my footsteps, his gaze burning into my back until he was out of sight. 

Fuck. What the hell was that?

How did I let him get that close, and my titties…  

My steps halted; I ran my hands across my hair, trying to calm myself. 

How did he know my nipples were hardened?

 My eyes averted to them, shit. Both of them were straining against the thin fabric, as if begging to be released. 

A sigh escaped from my lips as I continued walking, heading to my room. 

My head was messed up; this was supposed to be a getaway to forget Ethan and move on. But here I was, aching for my best friend's father. 

Perhaps returning to New York wouldn’t be a bad option. Because the longer I stayed, the harder it was to have self control around him. 

“Jenna,” I muttered, pushing her door open instead of mine.  

My gaze fell on her; she was curled up in a ball on the bed. 

All the disturbing thoughts vanished from my mind as I rushed towards her.

 “What’s wrong?” I asked, tugging her arms gently. 

She rolled over, sinking deeper into the sheets, her hands on her belly. “It’s that time of the month again; this shit hurts,” she said, a frown etched on her face.

I was on my feet instantly. Back in college, Jenna always had severe cramps. I thought it must have stopped by now. 

“Give me a minute; I’ll make you warm brown sugar,” I said, and she nodded. 

I moved to the closest, slipping one of her shirts on my bikini. 

The kitchen wasn’t far. 

 I reached quickly and pulled open the fridge, my fingers skimming through the cartons and bottles, but the brown sugar was nowhere to be found. 

‘I should ask Jenna.’

 Just as I turned, my breath caught in my throat.

Christian was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. 

“What do you need?” he asked.

I exhaled softly. “Brown sugar…”

 

His jaw tightened. “Is it Jenna?” he asked, straightening up. 

 

I nodded, and without another word, he walked out of the kitchen.  

Daddy’s princess for sure. 

But should I wait for him… or just go? 

I closed the fridge, deciding to wait a little longer; however, he never showed up.

He should be in her room… I returned to Jenna’s room, but surprisingly Christian wasn’t there. 

Did something come up? Why would he leave without checking on her and still keep me waiting?  

I leaned closer to Jenna. She seemed to be asleep, her eyes tightly shut as beads of sweat trailed down her forehead.  

 

I knew she was trying to cheat the pain with sleep. 

And brown sugar was the only thing that helped with her pain. Where would I find it now? 

Maybe I should check for him in his room or office. With that decision, I walked out of the room. 

I was about to turn to the other corridor when I heard the hurried sound of footsteps. 

Christian moved with speed, with a tray in his hand.  

The sight made my lips twitch, and every judgment I'd prepared dissolved instantly.

 

I mean, Jenna calls him the sweetest man alive for a reason. 

His eyes met mine as we both approached each other. “How’s she now?” he asked, concern etched on his face. 

“She’s fine, just needs the brown sugar now.”

We both walked back to her room. I helped open the door for him to pass, after which I shut it. 

Christian sat at the edge of the bed, dropping the cup of tea on the bedstand before tapping Jenna calmly.  

I watched in silence as he helped her up, practically feeding her.  

The act brought a cheesy smile to my face and also a sad memory of how Ethan always treated me when I was on my period.

He saw it as disgusting and wanted me away from him. And here was another man… “Olivia?” Christian’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts. 

I blinked. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” I muttered…my eyes flickering to Jenna who was now tucked in bed. 

“We should leave her to sleep,” he said, standing to his feet. 

I nodded, and we both stepped out. “Let’s make lunch,” Christian added.

I swallowed hard. “Both of us?”

“Is there something wrong with that?”

Everything was wrong with that suggestion, and he knew it. 

I forced a small smile. Umm, no… I think I’m tired…” The words left my lips before I could stop them.

“Think?” A smirk formed on Christian’s face. “Or you don’t trust your body enough to be in the same space with me.”

“Oh no,” I said quickly. “I don’t think Jenna would appreciate me spending time with her father.”

He scoffed. “You tend to overthink a lot, Liv.” He reached for my hand, lacing his fingers through mine. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.”

Silence stretched between us for a moment, the air thick and suffocating.

I let out a deep breath, about to speak when my stomach growled loudly. Shit!

A smile curved on Christian’s lips, and without waiting, he pulled me gently. “I can’t afford to let you starve when I’m here,” he muttered, and I hated that I read another meaning to those words. 

“What do you have in mind to cook?” I asked as soon as we reached the kitchen. 

“Spaghetti and meatballs,” he replied, already prepping the ingredients. “A little birdie told me it’s your favorite.”

“Oh wow!” I exclaimed, a smile forming on my face. “For a workaholic billionaire, you seem to know a lot about me, don’t you think?”

He chuckled. “Not really, Jenna mentioned it once,” he said. “But I think this is the perfect time to enlighten me: Who is Olivia Bennett?”

I moved closer to the sink where he was washing the vegetables. “Just a girl.”

His ocean blue eyes met mine. “A girl… or a woman. Which is it?”

“What do you think?”

His gaze flickered to my mouth for a second and then, “A girl wouldn’t suck my cock the way you did.”

My lips parted, eyes widening in shock. “We shouldn't…” I trailed off as I felt his fingers between my thighs. 

Fuck. 

I arched my back, hating how much I wanted his fingers in. 

Christian’s fingers pressed against my panties, sending a wave of pleasure down my spine. “I can’t stop thinking about that night, Olivia.”

“Christi…” I uttered, but the rest of my words died on my tongue as his hand rested on my boobs, giving them a gentle squeeze.  

 

Dear lord, I could swear a moan almost escaped my lips. 

 His lips pressed against the nape of my neck. “I dare you to resist me, Olivia,” he murmured into my ear.