"I should go with you," Stefan offered, gripping her wrist in preparation to go with her to the restroom. "No, it's totally fine, Stefan." She softly declined "I'll be back in some minutes. Can you do me a favor?" "What do you want?" He looked her squarely in the eye as if to say 'I'm her for you! Ask, and it shall be given as you wish!' "Do not let my uncle know what transpired." "And if he asks?" "I walked off with a business partner and would return any moment from now." Stefan sighed and turned in the direction of his father and Ivan. "Sure," He shrugged "I'll be here." Olivia nodded and he did too, in mutual understanding. She left the area like a damsel in distress, careful not to bump into any other person but still fast enough to arrive at the restroom in a couple of minutes. The dome was large in size and it will take approximately 5-10 minutes to locate a restroom. On the way, she heard a familiar voice. "Aw, doesn't she look like a sloppy mess? Bless that wait
Olivia walked in a poised manner behind her Uncle, not missing the look of awe that the elites gave her. She could hear a light hum behind her as she progressed with Ivan until they stopped by the table of an older looking man. By her estimations, he should not be younger than Ivan. His hair was a mixture of brown and grey and his eyes crinkled in a heart warming manner when he smiled on spotting Ivan and his niece. He seemed like a pragmatic man, just like her Uncle. "Oh, hey there!" He called out, standing up briskly to acknowledge Ivan "It's been so long." "My old friend," Ivan replied while extending a hand to the man "How have you been?" "Very well and you?..." They exchanged pleasantries while Olivia glanced at the table. Three elites were seated, and it was obvious that they had come to propose a business deal to the unknown man. "Give me a little over 5 minutes," The man told the elites seated at his table, and they nodded quickly. "Of course, sir." Ivan and the man
She stared at him through bright eyes that held nothing but hatred for him. He was seated alone, but it was a table for two. She wondered if his PA was in attendance, the woman whom he had cheated on her with. Laurie Giovanni. The miserable but defiant look etched on her face gave her mild satisfaction. The plaster that cut across his nose, putting it in place like it would fall off if it was ripped off, gave him a rough look. Like he was a gangster that had been mobbed by the FBI. His facial features had hardened even more than she knew it to be. It gave off a mysterious masculine aura and the thought of that didn't sink well. She stared at him as if mocking his present state, assessing his clothing. As usual, he was draped excellently in a three piece charcoal suit that looked imported. His watch glinted from where she sat and his hair was well made. It was almost as if he had gone for a make-over, unless, of course, the fact that short bandages sprawled across his face. Dami
~THE NEXT EVENING~ Dusk made the ambience of the dome even more fascinating than intended, and the crowd of elites that lingered around had never been happier to be invited to the much anticipated Business Gala night. As usual, the scent of luxurious perfume, and sound of polite conversations, and the tinkling of wine glasses pervaded the air. It was an evening of fun, logical games, connections and tension as hearts were likely to skip beats when it was time for the Eternal Gold Crescent to be awarded to the most influential CEO of the year. Olivia and Ivan Arthur arrived in a 1979 Lincoln Continental, Paul Castellano's ride of choice. Damian remained in his car even after making it to the venue several minutes early just so he could see Olivia in her beauty as she stepped out of the car. He remained still when it was announced that Miss Olivia and Mr Ivan had arrived, watching with rapt attention as she stepped out, putting out a sleek heeled foot first before
She could feel his touch. It was as clear as day, like he had been in the room, waiting for Marietta to finish pouring out her heart before it struck. Olivia was dazed as she felt rough hands snake to her breasts, feeling the soft mounds, relishing in it, while the other hand remained on her neck, as though to warn her that if she made a noise, it would be triggered to hold tighter. Olivia could not make out anyone, just a demonic shadow making out with her. It was not normal, it was a dream, but why did it feel so good? Why was she turned on, that she unintentionally bit down on her lower lip to hold back a moan? Was it because it had been long since she felt anything like this? Was it the sensual way in which she was touched, like her body was worshipped? As if aware of the fact that the prey was acclimatizing with its sweet assault, the other hand snaked down to her other breast, rolling her pink nipples that were now like tiny stones and maliciously attacking them with its li
Olivia blew air over a document that she had retrieved from her uncle's study, and bits of dust could be seen in the air. She perused the document, wide eyed, and after going through it, returned it back to the shelf where she had obtained it from. The sound of the door opening behind her startled her, and she turned back with precision. It was Ivan Arthur. He walked majestically to his seat and eased himself on it. "What have you gathered today, Olivia?" "I went through the file of every single notable person in the business world. I was able to assess their strengths and weaknesses, and I discovered the foundation of their wealth, the dirty gimmicks they employ to have whatever they want, whenever they want it. It's all in my palm, Uncle." Ivan's lips curved into a wide smile, "Oh, my Olivia. You are doing so well, I don't regret handing over the affairs of the company to you. With all that knowledge in your head, you have an upper hand against any of them that might want to st