MasukChapter 218: Olive's POV"You're back," she said, looking up as I came in. "I was starting to worry. You're later than usual."I didn't answer.I just went to the fridge and pulled out the wine bottle and grabbed a glass from the cabinet and poured myself a generous amount, like more than I should probably drink on a weeknight but I didn't care, I needed it.I downed half the glass in one long swallow and felt my mother watching me with growing concern."Olive?" she said carefully. "Baby, what's wrong?"I poured more wine and drank that too, and then I finally turned to look at her."How do you know when someone is lying to you?" I asked.My mom's eyes widened slightly and she set down the cookie dough she'd been rolling."What happened?" she asked, coming around the counter toward me. "Did Zane do something?""No," I said quickly, because whatever Zane was or wasn't, he hadn't done anything to me today except make me feel wanted and protected and like I mattered. "Not Zane. Cole."My
Chapter 217: Olive's POV"I don't know what you're talking about," I said, but my voice came out wrong, came out defensive and uncertain."Yes you do," Cole said, taking another step closer, and I took a step back automatically. "You've been looking into it, haven't you? Trying to figure out the connection? And you found something, I can see it on your face. Your eyes fucking said it.""Stay away from me," I said, gripping my keys so hard they bit into my palm."Olive, please," Cole said, and he reached out like he was going to grab my arm, like he was going to touch me, and something in me snapped.I swung my bag at his face without thinking, without planning, pure instinct taking over, and the heavy leather connected with his cheek hard enough that I heard the impact, heard him grunt in pain."Fuck!" Cole stumbled backward, his hand coming up to his face, and I saw blood, actual blood running from where my bag had split his lip.I didn't wait to see if he was okay.I didn't care if
Chapter 216: Olive's POVFive more minutes.That's all I needed, just five more minutes and I'd be out of this building and away from the lingering stares and knowing smirks and the way everyone had looked at me when I'd walked out of Zane's office with my hair slightly messed up and my lips still swollen from kissing.Five more minutes and I could breathe again.I grabbed my laptop bag from under my desk and shoved my notebook inside with more force than necessary, my hands moving on autopilot while my brain was still trying to process everything that had happened today, and there was a lot to process because apparently my life had become one of those chaotic romance novels where everything happened all at once and you didn't get a second to catch your breath.The meeting this morning with Elena and her calculated comments about knowing Zane's preferences, with Antonio sitting too close and Cole asking questions designed to make me look incompetent, with Sophia smirking from across t
Chapter 215: Zane's POVHer hand slid between us and I felt her fingers working her clit and the sensation combined with the downward angle of her hand, seeing a partial version of her touching herself while I fucked her was almost enough to make me lose it."That's it," I encouraged, my hips snapping forward harder, faster, chasing both our orgasms now. "Good girl, my good girl, show me how much you need this, show me how much you need me—"I was rambling now, was losing the ability to form coherent thoughts, was just fucking into her over and over while she touched herself and moaned my name."Zane," she whimpered, and I could feel her starting to tighten around me. "Zane, I'm going to come, I can't hold it—""Come," I commanded, my hand tightening slightly on her throat. "Come for me, Olive, let me feel it, let me feel you fall apart on my cock—"She shattered with my name on her lips and I felt her pussy clench around me in rhythmic pulses and that was it, that was all I could tak
Chapter 214: Zane's POVI grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the desk, spread her legs over my shoulders."And you're going to scream," I continued. "You're going to scream my name so loud that everyone knows who makes you feel this good. Everyone understand what we are doing. Understand?"Olive nodded."Good girl," I said, and then I put my mouth on her.The taste of her exploded across my tongue and I groaned against her pussy because she was sweet and perfect and so fucking wet.I started slow, using broad strokes of my tongue to lick through her folds, tasting every inch of her, learning what made her gasp and moan and buck against my face at that moment."Oh god," Olive whimpered, and one of her hands tangled in my hair.I found her clit and circled it, teasing, while I listened to her desperate sounds."Please," she begged.I sucked her clit into my mouth and Olive screamed, her thighs clamping around my head."Yes," she cried out. "Just like that—"I brought my hand
Chapter 213: Zane's POVMy office door was twenty feet away and I could feel Olive trying to slow down, trying to pull her hand free, trying to say something about how people were watching and this was inappropriate and we needed to talk about what just happened.I didn't care.Didn't care that half the executive floor had just watched me drag her out of that conference room like a caveman claiming his woman, didn't care that Nina was probably confused and thought this was unethical, not that I give damn about ethics, and Sophia was probably delighted and Antonio was probably laughing his ass off.The only thing I cared about was getting Olive alone so I could remind her—remind both of us—that when it came down to it, none of those other people mattered.I reached my office and pushed the door open with my free hand, still holding Olive's wrist in an iron grip, and pulled her inside with enough force that she stumbled slightly before catching herself.The second we were through the do
Chapter 46: Olive's POVOn my eighteenth birthday, Hunter had taken me to my first real party."Bringing you into the world," he'd called it, like I was some sheltered kid who needed to see how adults lived. I'd already had my first kiss at fifteen, already knew what alcohol tasted like, already un
Chapter 39: Olive's POVZane got me the apartment in less than twenty-four hours.I still didn't know how he'd pulled it off—called in favors, threw money around, threatened someone, probably all three—but here I was. Standing in my first real apartment. My space. My name on the lease.The cleaning
Chapter 45: Olive's POVFifteen years ago, I was nine.Walter had gotten Klaus his first car—a sleek silver thing that Klaus treated like it was made of gold. Klaus was always the favorite. I'd known it from the beginning, even when I was too young to understand what favoritism really meant.Walter
Chapter 41: OLIVE's POV"Stock's been climbing like crazy and I don't know, this whole board meeting thing involves us somehow."Brenda was speed-walking down the hallway, iPad bouncing against her chest, heels clicking against the polished floor. I followed behind, trying to match her pace while m







