To the "Team Marcus" here👀 let's flip the question around. Do you genuinely think Marcus would've been interested in Liv if it weren't for the merger? 🤔 What would Olivia do? or rather, what would YOU do if you were in a similar situation??
CHAPTER 24Olivia;I watched as Damon’s fist flew forward, landing directly on a horrified Marcus’ jaw, sending him flying off the booth instantly.I screamed. Loud. Rooted in place, praying I was hallucinating—but no, I wasn’t. It was happening right in front of me, and Damon wasn’t stopping.He launched toward Marcus and grabbed the collar of his shirt, landing punch after punch on his face.“No—stop!!” I reached forward, but my sight blurred and I almost fell on my heels. I grabbed a table for balance, heart hammering in my chest.I looked around for Marcus’ friends, but they were already scrambling toward the exit, shouting and cursing as they ran.I forced myself to stand on shaky feet, eyes fixed on Damon, who still wouldn’t stop.“What is wrong with you!?” I cried out. The room spun. My knees hit the edge of a table, pain shooting up my spine. A whimper escaped my lips.Only then did Damon pause, his head snapping toward me.Marcus was coughing and groaning on the ground, and I
Chapter 23 Olivia; "Is this like a bachelor party?" I asked as we walked into the club Marcus had booked. "You can call it that." "Am I supposed to be in a bachelor's party? Isn't that an...only guys stuff?" "That makes it more fun. Besides, who made the damn rule? You're my wife and I'm allowed to show you off." I don't know how I agreed to this. "Relax, baby. You look hot. And I'm helping you learn to be more social. Be seen." I don't want to know what he meant by that. "Marcus?" Someone called form behind us, and a tall guy with a buzz cut jogged towards us. His eyes drifted towards me, as he shook hands with Marcus. "Is this the wife? Damn man, she looks hot." "Told you." His eyes raked over my body. "You're damn lucky I wasn't born a Kingston, you wouldn't have had a chance with her." Marcus laughed. "Not even a Kingston would have a chance with her. She's mine" Few moments later and the round table was filled with different kinds of wine and beers I've never seen be
Chapter 22 TW: The subsequent chapters might contain, intense emotional conflict, aggression, rough sex. Reader discretion advised. Please read with caution. DAMON; I am obsessed. Fucking, utterly obsessed with my girl, who thinks she would be getting married in about two weeks. My hands were tight on the wheel as I drove, knuckles white against the leather. Every time I blinked, I saw her face at the pool, wet hair clinging to her cheeks, that trembling lip she bites when she’s about to cry. I scoffed as I recalled the deal Marcus and I made. I'd be damned to wait until Liv decides who she wanted. I definitely wasn't about to sit around and let her make a decision she'd most definitely regret later on. She needs a Kingston? I'd give her a Kingston other than Marcus. Make the choice easier for her. Case closed. By the time I pulled into the underground parking lot of my clubhouse, my chest was vibrating with it. That old, familiar anger I used to keep buried under booze and b
Chapter 21 Olivia; "You taste like Peaches," Damon grinned as he came up to me, his lips glistening with my pussy juices. "You love Peaches," I whispered back, and his lips met mine, letting me taste myself on him. When he pulled away, he had a dark look in his eyes. "Yep, I do love Peaches. But I love you more." We were on the rooftop of his house, a walkable distance from my aunt's summer house. The summer breeze blew over us as Damon's lips moved over mine sweetly, slow at first, then eager and desperate, pulling me flush against his bare chest. We were both naked under the stars, on the makeshift mattress he'd made for us, his cock circling and teasing my folds. My hands found his cock, feeling the girthy length so hot and hard in my palm, and I guided him inside me. My body shook from the pleasure as he pushed deeper and deeper until I could feel every inch of him buried in me. "You feel so good around me baby." His breathing was hard, his mouth now on my neck,
Chapter 20 MarcusI held her tighter than I probably should have.Her hair was damp against my chest, smelling faintly of chlorine and something sweeter—peach shampoo, maybe. She always smelled like that.I made sure she was deeply asleep, ensuring she was properly rested on the bed before I carefully climbed down, cautious not to wake her.I made my way out of the room, my feet leading me toward the guest master room he’d chosen.The door was cracked open, faint light spilling out.I walked in without bothering to knock. Damon was leaning against the window, shirt half-buttoned, hair still damp. At the far end of the room, his girl, Layla was asleep on the bed.He didn’t look surprised to see me.“You and I need to talk,” I said flatly.He turned fully, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Guessing this is about Liv? Or about the pool show you walked in on?”I clenched my jaw. He was trying to rile me up. He knew exactly what to say to get under my skin.“Are we doing this here?”He glanc
Chapter 19 Olivia,Bare from the waist up, naked with only my panties and the water covering my lower half, my knees bent slightly, legs spread open with Damon in between, I was dripping wet.How I ended up in this position, in this pool with my ex-boyfriend, was something I couldn't explain, but couldn't help either.His piercing eyes were fixated on me, watching my expression keenly. The way he always did back then. The look that always made me melt in front of him. I used to think it was one of the things I loved about him.But I needed to take a rational pill. As much as every bone in my body, every muscle yearned for him to keep touching me, to take off my panties as he'd requested, I...I just couldn't.So I forced my legs closed and tried to move away from him. But Damon's hands caught my wrist."Where are you going?""I need to get my dress, Damon."His gaze flicked to my lips, then lower. “You haven’t answered my question though.”“What question?”He raised a brow, infuriati