Olivia’s POVI sat in the cold waiting room, next to Christian, whose palms were wrapped around mine, nervous jitters skittering around on my skin, and my insides.His long fingers occasionally caressed mine, and that was the only thing that kept me on the surface. Holding me down. Stopping me from exploding all over in a confetti of nerves.The pungent antiseptic smell that hung in the air here made me sick to my stomach, twisting the knots in the bottom.I exhaled shakily, my fingers pressing into the chair.I felt Christian’s gaze on my face in the next nanosecond, his breath also harsh and uneven.“Are you nervous?” I blurted out, turning my face to look at him, making an effort to stomp on my raging nerves.He nodded, a tautness in his face. Then he let out a sigh. “I can’t figure out why a simple ultrasound is making me this way. Keeping me on tiptoes.” “My heart’s beating like crazy,” he added, lifting my palm to rest flat against his chest, “can you feel it?”I nodded, a small
Olivia’s POVChristian’s brow furrowed into a frown at my words, a blanket of guilt falling over his eyes.Did he forget?Oh. Yes he did.But I couldn’t even blame him. A lot’s been going on recently, and I barely even remembered myself. The alarm I had set earlier had been my reminder.“We could reschedule,” I assured in a soft tone, reaching forward to take his hands, but he shook his head instead, gently pushing my hand to the side and grabbing his shirt off the bed.“We shouldn’t reschedule such an important thing, Olivia,” he replied, his jaw set in a grim line, and I couldn’t help the smile that crept into my lips. He really is sweet. My God.How did I get so lucky with him? Was this a dream?Christian Blackwood not being selfish for once? I would take that any day.“Stay here,” he continued, “I’ll go make arrangements for our transport to the hospital.”As he started to retreat, a question that’s been replaying in my head popped out my lips. “Don’t you get scared?” He paused i
Christian’s POV“I apologize for keeping you waiting,” Mr. Rowan, the private detective, apologized as he walked up to my desk.I glanced at the analog watch on my wrist, my jaw ticking, before I raised my head and gestured him to the seat on the other side of the desk, subtly eyeing the file he held in his hand.“So,” I started, leaning back in the seat and crossing my legs, “what do you have for me? What have you found?”I watched as he flipped the file open and pulled out a ton of photos and papers. All that stuff.Setting the file aside, he started to separate the photos and papers like they were in categories, and I silently admired his ability to do this, being so good at his job, despite his eccentricity.He pushed to his feet then, sliding the first pile of pictures over to me and spreading them out, and as I stared down at the pictures, a frown crept into my face, explicit images filling my vision.“I should warn you,” he started, placing his hands on his lips, “some of them
Christian’s POVA few hours earlier…As the engine died down, I exited the car and slammed the door shut, turning to the imposing edifice that stood there.I whipped out the business card from my pocket, glancing down at it.I’d decided to make a quick stop here before heading over to my grandfather’s, and I silently hoped this decision would be worth my time.The NYPD precinct looked just as I remembered it, and I started towards it, determination in my steps.“Welcome, sir,” a desk sergeant greeted me as soon as I walked in, rising to his feet.“Thank you,” I replied, pulling up to his desk. “I’m here to see a detective Nolan,” I added, my eyes sweeping the space. “He asked me to come in.”He nodded, facing the desktop screen. “Can you tell me why he asked you to come in?” He asked, his fingers rapping against the keyboard.I paused, thinking of the best way to put the response I had in mind.“I believe I was asked to come in, so I could give a statement that might be helpful for a
Christian’s POVI lifted my knuckles and rapped twice on the door, and my grandfather’s voice rang out almost immediately.“Come in.”I pushed the door in and stepped inside the study, glancing around briefly.“I’m glad you arrived swiftly,” he added gesturing me to a seat, and I nodded and sank into it, keeping close to the edge.We sat in silence for a few seconds, and I just stared pointedly at him, waiting to hear the reason he had called me over.“So,” he started after a few more seconds, “you don’t care to know how your brother’s faring? Or Ms. Hales?”He cocked a brow as he asked the question, incredulity etched deep into his face.I leaned back in my seat, keeping my eyes closely trained on his face. “If Michael’s condition has gotten worse, I’d know that, don’t you think?”My grandfather flinched a bit at my tone, his eyes narrowing slightly.“I mean,” I continued, “he’s been bankrolling the press, hasn’t he?”My grandfather shook his head in what seemed to be disbelief. “I f
OLIVIASmiling to myself, I walked up to the piano, running my fingers across the sleekness.I was mesmerized by it, but even more, by the fact that Christian had gotten me a freaking huge piano, and a guitar, without any care in the world if I could play or not.All I did was simply ask, not even fully intentionally, and he’d gotten what I asked for, in just three freaking hours.I shook my head, an excited giggle spilling out my lips.What on earth was he even thinking, being so sweet and intentional?I ran my fingers across the keys, strumming up a chaotic melody, and the sound bounced off the walls, echoing across the hallways.Oh. Interesting. Now I’d have to learn.As the noise died down, the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs drew my attention, and I turned towards the direction.Martha stepped down the last step and came towards me, a pleasant smile on her face.I returned the smile, turning fully to face her. “You could have used the elevator, you know, instead of goin
Olivia’s POVI woke up feeling a bit groggy, heavy to my bones and deeply satiated.As I started to collect my thoughts slowly, my eyes adjusted, moving round the room, and I was a little surprised to find that Christian was nowhere in sight.Where had he gone to?I could remember—a bit groggily, anyway—that he’d been by my side before I fell into the unplanned nap.Did he leave? Work?Sighing, I slid down to the edge of the bed and picked up my knee walker, groaning as I struggled to get out of bed.Now steady on my feet, I exhaled shakily and started out of the room, nodding at the maids that called out their greetings as I walked down the corridor.I was tempted to just call one of them and ask about Christian’s whereabouts, but decided to save that card for the last few minutes of the severe panic. While silently hoping it doesn’t get to that.I got into the elevator and pressed the button for the ground floor, my lips pressed together as I tried to calm my suddenly raging nerves.
Olivia’s POVI felt a tingling warmth against my skin, and I peeled my eyes open, squinting them against the streak of sunlight that rested on my face.Deeply satiated, and feeling energized, I stretched against the sheets and yawned with my mouth wide open, the rich sound of Christian’s snores reaching my ears.I giggled softly, turning to his side to watch his peaceful expression as he slept.This was the first time I was hearing him snore, and interestingly enough, it still sounded topnotch sexy.Did he always snore?Smiling, I reached up and picked at his dark curls, and he shifted gently just then, his eyes flickering open just a wink.“Hey,” he croaked in a husky voice, turning fully towards me and pulling me in, burying his face into my chest.“Hey,” I returned in a soft voice, threading my fingers into his hair and massaging gently. “It’s past 9am. Time for work, right?”He shook his head slowly, his breath fanning my naked skin.“Coffee?” I asked, my tone suggestive, and he s
Christian’s POVMy cock throbbed even harder as I stared down at the green-eyed beauty that sucked the living daylights out of me, with half-lidded eyes, her pink tongue swirling around the tip.God, she would be the death of me.Groaning in pleasure, and unable to hold back anymore, I gently pushed her back on the bed, my cock jutting out like a sword as I straddled her.“How much do you want me, Olivia?” I demanded, my eyes running down her face, lingering on her nipples, as I stroked her clit with the tip of my cock.Slowly, I pushed in the tip, my jaw clenching with suppressed hunger and desire. “This much?”“No, a little more,” she breathed, her fingers gliding over my back.Taut veins bulging on the side of my neck, I pushed in a little bit further, her clit hugging my pulsating cock, and we both gasped as a tingling sensation washed down my skin.“This much?” I whispered in her ear, my arm snaking around her waist and positioning her perfectly underneath me.She nodded slowly,