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she whispered. "What the fuck!" I screamed, the orange juice in my glass sloshing dangerously close to the rim. "Olivia!" "Wait," Becca leaned in, her eyes wide with a mix of horror and fascination. "What do you mean? How is it horrible? He’s a champion polo player!" Olivia sighed, clasping her hands tightly in her lap, her boho-chic rings clicking together. "His dick is small," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "And I... I never cum. Ever. It’s just five minutes of nothing and then he falls asleep."

Suddenly Jennifer's voice was heard from inside the house trying to call out to Olivia who had been standing at the door staring blankly outside without saying a word. " Olivia, who is that? " asked Jennifer, as she made her way to the door, but then she was surprised when she saw Olivia staring at an old woman, for some reason, Jennifer felt something was off about her, the woman in front of her looked so beautiful and so elegant, despite her old age, one could mistake her for a member of the royal house.

How dangerous it felt. “Olivia!” An old woman's voice cut through my thoughts. “Caroline Whitmire,” Olivia replies with a warm deceitful smile. I almost choke on a laugh, seeing how visibly irritated Olivia is by her presence. “I had to be sure it was you with the handsome gentleman.” Her grey eyes rake down my body as she studies me. I offer a smile and a nod. “That was quite a display. I haven’t seen the dance floor clear that dramatically in years.” Her smile floats in the air. I move my gaze to Olivia whose cheeks are still flushed.

Matilda was hunched over her desk, two monitors open, one AirPod in, and a giant cup of cold brew sweating beside her keyboard. Her long braids were looped into a messy bun on top of her head, and she was muttering at an email when Olivia walked in. “You’re lucky I like you,” Olivia said dryly, “because I just betrayed every fiber of my feminist code to get what we need.” Matilda didn’t even look up. “That better mean Lucas signed.”

David quickly walked through the dancers to greet Olive. Olivia knew David was heading towards her. She would not allow the man to discover she was the wife he had acknowledged. David came closer and seized Olivia’s hand whilst saying something. “Olivia, you are Olivia, aren’t you? You are not a tycoon’s daughter. Cease your pretence,” said David. ---

“I… I imagine you pinning me down… sucking on my tits… licking my pussy… making me cum over and over. I feel so dirty admitting it, but I can’t stop thinking about you, Mummy.” Olivia rewarded her with faster thrusts. “Good girl. Such honest answers deserve a treat.” She suddenly pulled her fingers out, leaving Edwina empty and whining with need. Olivia spun her around, lifted her up onto the kitchen island, and spread her legs wide open, exposing her glistening, swollen pussy completely. “Look at this beautiful cunt,” Olivia murmured, admiring her. She brought her cum-coated fingers up to Edwina’s chest and smeared the wetness all over both of her hard, sensitive nipples, making them shiny

The woman who said wow earlier, chipped in, as she got up walking towards Olivia. The judges had no objection as Olivia was a perfect example of what they needed. Olivia couldn't be described as the most beautiful, but she had a pretty face. A pure and innocent beauty, which can make one like her at one glance. Her large watery set of eyes did most of the work of charming people to her, giving them a fragile and delicate glint. The woman took Olivia by the side, so other people could audit. “Olivia dear, I'm Carla and I'd be your direction. Your looks are perfect for my designs and can also tell the meaning to each work.” Carla said, smiling at Olivia.

‘‘Leina…’’ Olivia’s tears kept falling as she grasped my hands. ‘‘Auntie, look at me! I've been disfigured...’’ I said. ‘‘With a face as ugly as this, it is physically impossible for me to come close to Arnold again. I am no longer beautiful... There’s nothing about me that can compare to Celestine. I can’t compete with her anymore… What on earth should I do now?’’ ‘‘Leina, I have a proposition for you...’’ Olivia said, her expression becoming serene and her demeanor appearing to brighten as a result of the notion she just had.

Olivia elegantly entered the party hall room, dressed in a fine chic strapless black tube top, which was a sequin floor-length dress with a long spit, showing off her long slender legs. Her shoulders were exposed with her hair pinned neatly above her head. “What can I get for your madam,” the waiter behind the counter asked, smiling at Olivia? Of course, Olivia ordered something strong. Zane was somewhere around. It was best they weren't seen together. “Here you go,” the waiter gave her a cocktail. Olivia gave a slight nod and tasted the fruity drink. Her eyes darted around until they fell on Alfred.

Chapter twenty-three As Claudia hugged me she asked, "Have you told him yet?" "I wanted to but then he proposed. I'm doing it tonight or tomorrow," I said She smiled and nodded her head before kissing my head and pulling away. "Who the gold digger?" A girl asked standing at the door "She's not a gold digger. This is Olivia the girl I talked about," Claudia said "Oh, you mean the nanny who got in your son's pants?" The woman who held Emily said