All Chapters of In Bed With My Fiancé’s Father: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

OLIVIA'S POV The phone felt like it was vibrating with the sheer force of Kane’s rage. His voice sounded distorted through the speaker and my muscles tightened at the echoes of his hysteria ringing in my ear like a bell.“How long have you been fucking my father, Olivia?!”For a heartbeat, the world went silent. I stood in the middle of my darkened living room, nervously swiping my tongue over my lips, licking off the remnants of strawberry milkshake.Dread settled over me, and with it came a powerful wave of disbelief that wash over me. Disbelief at the absolute audacity of the huffing man on my phone.“I’m sorry,” I drawled, keeping my voice calm and steady.“I must have misheard you. I thought I heard a man who spent years lying to my face! A man who is currently playing house with my former best friend after he put a baby in her!”I scoffed on disbelief, “what rights do you have to ask me about my private life, Kane?!”“Don't do that! Don't try to deflect,” Kane roared. I flin

OLIVIA'S POV The half full glass of scotch in my hand was the only thing keeping me sane. The house was silent, thankfully, but my head was a war zone.I stared at my backup burner phone. My main line had been obviously blocked by Olivia.“Well thank God for burners.”My thumb hovered over the screen. Yes, I knew I was pathetic. I knew I was being selfish because I was the reason why everything was ruined.But the thought of living without her affected me far worse than anything else. It was greater than any shame I was feeling for the way I treated her.I hit the dial button, and took a heavy sip of the alcohol.She picked up on the third ring. “Hello?”“Sweetheart,” I whispered, the endearment rolling off my tongue smoothly.A heavy silence followed. And I could hear her breathing turn shallow, rough.“Kane. How many phones do you have? Stop this. Just stop.”“I can't,” I choked out, slamming my glass onto the marble counter. “I’ll do anything, Ollie. I’ll give you anything yo

OLIVIA'S POV The glass doors of the gallery seemed to recoil as Lucious stepped through them.I stopped mid-motion, a stack of exhibition catalogs slipping from my fingers and scattering across the polished hardwood like fallen leaves. My heart, already erratic from my morning conversation with Kane, performed a frantic double-thud against my ribs.“Lucious.”He looked like a masterpiece that had been left out in a riot. His charcoal blazer was torn at the shoulder, the silk lining peeking through like a jagged wound. His lip was split, a dark crust of blood drying at the corner, and his left eye was already beginning to puff into a dull shade of violet. Yet, even battered, he carried himself with that cool, magnetic grace that drew everyone in.“Hello, dear,” he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. “I asked if I could see you, and I may or may not have used my name…sorry. I hope you don't mind.”“What on earth…” I moved toward him, my heels clicking a frantic rhythm. I didn't

OLIVIA’S POV:Morning came by so swiftly. Last night was such an intimate night for me and Lucious.We fucked like we knew it was a new dawn for something great.The warm light pressed gently against my skin, slipping through the curtains and settling over us.The air was calm and still…For a moment, I didn’t move, I just lay there, wrapped in warmth, in comfort and in something I hadn’t allowed myself to feel completely in a long time.Slowly, I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw… was him…Lucious.He was already awake and he was staring at me, he was watching me.His head rested slightly against the pillow, his body close to mine beneath the sheets.The blanket covered us, but I could still feel the heat of his skin, the steady breathing of his chest.His eyes… were soft, like he was looking at something fragile, like something he didn’t want to lose.I blinked slowly, adjusting to the light.“Why are you staring at me like that?” I murmured, my voice still thick with sleep.A

Olivia’s POV:My room was quiet and smelled of spirit and aspirin.The soft beeping of the monitor filled the air as I adjusted the drip beside him. Lucious watched me the entire time.“You’re staring,” I said without looking at him.“I’m allowed to,” he replied smiling.I finally glanced at him. “You’re supposed to be resting.”“And you’re supposed to be taking a break,” he countered.I scoffed lightly and turned away, but I could feel his eyes still on me.There was something about him that made my heart race continuously, that made me so comfortable with him.“I’m fine,” I said.“No,” he said quietly. “You’re not.”For a moment, I didn’t speak because he was right and I hated that he could see it so easily.He shifted slightly, wincing just a little, but still holding that calm expression.“Come with me,” he said.I frowned. “Where?”“Away from all this,” he replied. “Just for a few days.”I turned to face him fully now.“You just got out of an incident with Kane,” I said.“And I’m