Olivia Sparks

"Your Highness." A stunned staff bowed his head when Maxen peeped through the crack of the slightly ajar door.

Holding up a finger, Maxen asked, "Could you give me a minute?" 

"Yeah. Sure. Take your time." 

When the staff scurried away, Maxen locked the door behind him. He hooked Olivia by the waist, their c.h.e.s.ts crashing on impact. Their time was running out, so he had to know what her plans were for the night.

"Do you want to stay here? Or we can leave early," Maxen offered, dusting his lips against hers. 

"I'm not really invited here tonight. Would you believe that I crashed a party? And they just let me walk in straight."

Maxen's c.h.e.s.t rambled at how Olivia was still whispering, as though she was afraid of them getting caught making out in the coatroom. "Why are you whispering when you were m.o.a.ning a minute ago?"

Glaring at him, Olivia's nose twitched. "Ha-ha. Funny." Palming his c.h.e.s.t, she let herself drown in the depths of clear blue orbs as she thought of her plan. "I'll wait for you in my room, okay?"

Bringing her hand up to his lips, he kissed it. "Or you could be my date tonight."

There was something with the way he said it, and Olivia was almost ready to jump and accept the invitation, but she knew doing so would just elicit unnecessary attention to them. 

However, the mere thought of people's whispers and murmurs, she knew she was not ready for that kind of life yet and Maxen knew it too.

Feeling playful, she asked, "If that's a date, will you hold my hand?" She tilted her head sideways, looking up to him. 

A soft gasp escaped her mouth when Maxen traced his nose on the length of her neck.

"And I will never let it go."

"That's nice. I like that." 

"Which one? The part of me not letting go or this part?" Maxen kissed the skin behind her ear, his hot and moist tongue swirling on the s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e spot.

"Both," came her breathy reply. Olivia tightened her grasp on the lapels of his jacket. 

She basked at the trail of electric charge that his hands left as he skimmed her curves, stopping by her arse to give it a good squeeze. "I wish I could stay with you, but we both know I'm not invited to this party."

Sensing her apprehension, Maxen agreed, "Okay. But you have to move out of your hotel room." 

He pulled away from their embrace, frisking his suit pocket to dig up his phone. His fingers danced on the phone screen as he fired messages one after the other, and when he was done, he hid it back, smiling at Olivia.

"After you." He gestured, his hand was a hair's breadth away from opening the door when he pivoted.

He bent slightly to whisper in her ears. His voice was low and husky, Olivia had to squeeze her legs to keep her juices from dripping down her t.h.i.g.hs. 

"I'll have MIB1 fetch your luggages and that's the key to our place where you will wait for me n.a.k.e.d in our bedroom."

"Yes, sir." 

Maxen's heart stopped. He straightened his hunched back, rolling his tongue over his teeth as he towered Olivia. 

It took awhile for him to gain his composure, stunned at how sheepish her reply was. 

Hearing her say yes and sir in one full sentence was akin to seeing unicorns in real life, and it's not like he wasn't into dominance and submission, so he thought a little role-playing won't hurt. 

Getting into character, he c.o.c.ked an eyebrow at her and commanded, "Say that again, baby girl."

"Yes, sir," she blurted, painting her face with a blush. 

She saw how his eyes dilated—his d.e.s.i.r.e for her exponentially grew, his bulging erection was screaming in his tight pants.

"Okay, that's it. We're leaving this place. Forget about this gala," Maxen hissed. 

He didn't want to miss the opportunity of Olivia calling him sir all night. However, Olivia yanked his arm, halting him from zooming out of the coatroom.

"You can't do that." Olivia pushed him to the side to liberate herself from Maxen's hostage, but instead of twisting the knob to open the door, her hand tightened around it when Maxen pressed his rock-hard erection on her bottoms.

She came prepared to take all his advances that night, which was why she was wearing a thong, but what she wasn't prepared for was him attacking her in a coatroom, parting her b.u.t.t cheeks apart like the Red Sea as he sunk his hardened length between its cheeks. 

"Feel what only you can do to me, Olivia."

"Maxen…" she mewled under his ministrations, painting his face with a smirk.

Biting the shell of her ear, he teased, "I would love to take you here but this is not the right place to worship you… or you worshipping me."

"You're right. Correct. That's it. And you have to stay here because we don't want to get in trouble." She turned to face him, annoyed to see the mischievous glint in his eyes.

"We're already in trouble the moment you followed me in the coatroom."

Olivia shook her head, helpless at her situation. What Maxen said was right. 

"Okaaaay, my fault again." She raised her hand in surrender, her smile reached her eyes which Maxen mirrored. 

"I need to leave, Max. I'm a hundred and one percent sure that people are looking for you in the hall."

He locked the loose hair behind her ears, exchanging goofy smiles when another soft knock echoed from the door. 

This time, Maxen knew it was Jack behind the door, using his signature knock.

"Time's up, Cinderella. I'll be waiting for you in our bedroom… n.a.k.e.d… and wet." Olivia winked at him, opening the door to her escape, but he was quick to slam it shut with his big hand.

"Just a heads up, Olivia. By the time I finally get to be inside you tonight, I will be there until sunrise, and don't expect that I'll be gentle to you… at all."

Although it sounded like a threat, Olivia knew it was a promise, and Maxen always kept his promises which was enough to turn Olivia's legs into jelly, she almost tripped on her way outside of the event hall.

It was almost nine in the evening yet the hotel was still brimming with life. 

Waiting for her ride, Olivia was checking emails in her phone in the lounge when a group of people passed by her speaking with a Nisia accent.

Although curious, she didn't bother to look their way and focused on reading her email instead.

"Hi, Jack! Wow. Saw you twice in a row today. Are we fated or something?" a lady said. 

Olivia rolled her eyes at how loud the lady's voice was as if insinuating she had a deep relationship with Jack.

Completely ignoring the conversation going on somewhere in the lobby, Olivia gathered her stuff knowing that Jack must be on his way to usher her to her ride.

It was until she stood up and heard Jack bid the group goodnight that froze Olivia in her tracks.

Walking away from Jack was a lady with her arms swaying, creating a familiar bell that rang a mocking tune in Olivia's ears.