All Chapters of Billionaire Heiress by default: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Olivia’s POV: An extreme sense of relief that the cavalry has arrived and Eli can take over to help his wife bring another baby into this world, and I can get my a** out from between Lea’s thighs and exposed lady parts. Warm calm washes over me as they head my way, eyes fixed on the scene before them. I genuinely feel like kissing him right now for getting here this fast, and I grin with exhaled glee that he’s saving us.Like a sudden violent slap in the face, something hot, wet, and fired with the aggressive speed of a canon sloshes me in the chest, neck, and stomach. In a horrifying avalanche moment that makes me gasp in absolute shock, like a scene from a comedy movie where a bucket of water is thrown in someone’s face. In this case—that someone was me.Bath temperature warm, sticky, and slimy, weird-smelling fluid soaks through my dress, down my legs, and saturates my entire upper body. My hands are immobile in midair as I shudder and glare down in absolute disgust at what just a

Brandon’s POV:I drop my chin again, looking down at my hands before finally meeting her eyes, completely lost.“I felt like I was kissing the girl I should have been kissing all along… Happy? Because this solves nothing, Liv. Harvey will be against this if he hears this and everyone will think I’m only after the inheritance that should have been mine. I will still be an a**hole in this story no matter what or who I choose.”“Go inside and get changed. You’re freezing and soaked through. You’re going to get sick. I’ll ask Joan for some of Lea’s clothes that fits you.”“Whoa. You can’t just leave it like this.” She cries after me as I move. “Yes, I can. This is not why we’re here; it can damn well wait until we get home.” I was walking off, obviously trying to put distance between us before she explodes.“F*ck you. Walk away then. See if I f*cking care!” Olivia croaked desperately.My instinct allowed me to turn around to throw her an angry look. I wish I could tell her what I’m real

Olivia’s POV:“Drink?” Brandon cuts in.And it’s only now I realize he’s in the kitchen; he must have hightailed it and is holding up a bottle of beer that must belong to Eli, hence why she’s been staring that way adoringly. He rarely drinks the stuff. I guess he suddenly feels he needs one right now, and Alice looks equally surprised at his suggestion. I am too. It’s not like him to hit the booze.At least she’s no longer trying to become my soul sister and asking me for fashion tips.“Umm, sure.” She giggles nervously.She planned on coming here, that’s for sure.My nerves fray, my temper on edge, and I scan her over one more time disapprovingly.“Maybe we should take it to Lea’s library, just us.” He focuses on her pointedly, a serious tone to his voice, but for some crazy reason, Alice seems to have gravitated toward me even more. It’s starting to freak me out, and a glance his way shows only a normal looking, if slightly hyper, Brandon popping open the bottle of beer he grabbed f

Olivia’s POV:Brandon shifts his gaze to my hair, letting my arm go, and gently picks up a dark strand beside my cheek, twiddling it in his fingers with a serious expression running across that gorgeous face. I wish I know what’s running in his head now.“Are you ever going to make this light again? I miss the old hair, I miss you looking like the old Olivia.” He studies my face, a flicker of something in the depths, maybe a pang of reminiscence, and I’m hit by a jolt in my stomach that puts me back into my previous shyness.“Depends... Are you still buying me a sundae, Massive Douchebag?” I raise a brow his way, uneasily firing up sarcasm to lighten the heaviness of the moment.“Thought it was overrated?” He interjects and gives me a cute wink back. “Hmm, so are you, but I still occasionally enjoy indulging,” I smirk smartly, impressed with my quick retort, trying to move back subtly.I squeal when he bends down and hoists me over his shoulder effortlessly, like I weigh nothing, wit

Olivia’s POV:He’s driving, strangely closed off, and I wonder if he’s contemplating his reactions. He automatically places his hand in my lap, moving to curve around my thigh, which means his fingers end up nestled between my legs sensually, just above my knee while keeping his eyes on the road. I look down at the way his hand is connected to my naked skin, in a gesture that I wouldn’t expect from him, more something I would expect to see Eli do to Lea and glance his way. He’s looking out the window, completely oblivious, and I don’t know whether to relax and accept this as innocent or enjoy the tingles and heat his possessive hold is giving me. Torn that this might be deliberate and disappointed he didn’t aim higher. It’s another little clue that his head is not thinking platonic where I’m concerned tonight, and I wonder if this is going to go anywhere, with a sense of excited nerves. I don’t want to get my hopes up, but he’s giving me different vibes tonight.I give thanks to my ch