Olivia Sparks

To Olivia's surprise, Wyatt was waiting for her in the penthouse suite after she and Yana got back from their trip to her decoy apartment.

"Good afternoon, Commander. I haven't seen you in a while." Olivia crossed her arms over her c.h.e.s.t, regarding the uniformed man.

"Prince's orders," he kept his reply short. He pressed the elevator button and escorted Olivia out of the penthouse suite.

Meanwhile, Wyatt kept looking behind him, studying Olivia inside the descending elevator car.

"Sorry, I'm married," Olivia showed Wyatt her fist, flipping her ring finger for him to see. "And you're not my type."

"Ha!" Wyatt scoffed. "Wait… what?" He grabbed her hand, studying the finger. "No shit. Is this for real?"

"Do I look like a liar to you? I may bluff, but I don't lie, Commander." Olivia winced, clutching on her belly when a stabbing cramp created a dull ache in her lower abdomen.

"Hey, everything okay? That's your cramps, right? Here, keep it." Frisking his pants, he took out a small vial with clear oil in it. It was Emily's eucalyptus oil that she made herself. 

He always carried it in his pocket for Emily to sniff whenever she felt like it. Even after months since their break-up, he kept on bringing it with him out of habit.

For a second, Olivia saw sadness flashed on Wyatt's face before he schooled his features again—sharp and serious, just like a decorated commander that he was. She had an inkling he was reminded of Emily but she did not feel an ounce of compassion for the cheating man. 

That's what he deserved: remembering the girl that got away until he takes his last breath.

"Thank you." Olivia returned the vial to Wyatt who was reluctant to accept it at first.

It took a second before Wyatt accepted the vial, smiling ruefully at Olivia, his sight lingered on her for another beat before he had a eureka moment. "OOOH!" he exclaimed, pointing a finger on Olivia. "You got that hoodie from, Ollie?"

"Yes," she replied, jutting her chin towards the open elevator door. Wyatt checked the vicinity first before walking side by side with Olivia, just in case something pops up around the corner.

They can never let their guards down, not when there was a faulty security system nightmare that didn't seem to get fixed no matter how many hours the security team poured over it.

Once they were inside the car, Wyatt, who was seated on the front passenger seat, turned his head to the back where Olivia was. "That's a special hoodie that Ollie lost...what? 15 years ago?"

"12 years ago. He left this hoodie at my pad when I was 14."

Wyatt bobbed his head, a small smile curved on his lips. "Say cheese!" he said, taking a photo of Olivia. He quickly fired up a message on the Four Clover's dead chat group, sending her photo and a short dinner invitation. "Well, I'm glad he didn't really lose it. It's weird seeing our bodies were in that size in our 20s. By the way, it fits you like a glove."

Olivia lifted her arms and studied the hoodie. She was 14 and Oliver was 20, when Oliver left his hoodie in her place. Back then, she looked like a hanger with this hoodie on because of the big difference in their body sizes. But now that she had fully-bloomed, it was as if the hoodie was made for her.

It didn't take long for Olivia's convoy to reach the military camp. She guessed it's the most reasonable place to bring in a person for interrogation. The car continued to drive all the way to a secluded area in the camp, passing by one highly-guarded gate after the other.

They reached a warehouse that had a big "Restricted Area" sign on both doors. Halting in his tracks, Wyatt pivoted on his heel, facing Olivia. "I forgot to congratulate you. I'm happy for you and Maxen. And I'm sure he'll be the happiest man tonight with your gift."

"Of course he will because I am the gift." Olivia rolled her eyes.

"Yes, you are," Wyatt agreed, winking at her.

"Whatever," Olivia mumbled. She ground her teeth. She didn't know what to feel first: nervousness over the fact that she'd be seeing her monster for the first time or fury over Wyatt's chatty presence. Either of the two, one thing is the same: she wanted to gouge both men's eyes out.

"There she—" Maxen's voice died off upon laying his eyes on Olivia. The wrinkles on his forehead soon smoothened, his eyes twinkling as he roared a laughter inside the warehouse. It made the bystanders of military men scratch their heads.

Earlier, they just witnessed their colonel in his scariest form yet to date. He was so murderous that not one soul dared to blink, afraid that if they did, they would be lined up as his next victim. They had seen him unleash his fury before, his interrogation techniques could make a suspect pee his pants in just under an hour which exactly happened to the man who was currently tied on the St. Andrew's cross.

But just who was this carefree colonel in front of them?

Darting their eyes to the ceiling or the floor, the uniformed men pretended they didn't witness their colonel pouncing on the beautiful lady who just arrived with their commander.

"Baby," Maxen breathed out, kneading Olivia's waist. "You got this from Ollie?" He kissed her lips, preventing Olivia from replying.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she let him pepper her with his kisses, ignoring the awkward silence of the bystanders, and the whimpering man tied not far from them.

"Mmm. I wore this every night but had to stash it away because the material is thinning from too much washing. Max, what's going on?" Oliva had to speak in between their kisses. She could feel his erection harden beneath his pants that she slightly pushed him away before he would take her on the spot.

"Nothing. I'm just happy Ollie didn't lose this one." He tugged the hem of the hoodie, drinking her image one more time and planted another loud smacking and searing kiss on her lips.