Maxen let out a hearty laugh at Olivia's lack of trust in her own brother. Who would blame her anyway? 

Oliver oozed with so much c.o.c.kiness that one would often find themselves itching whether he could deliver—may it be a business deal or a hidden talent that a few people in his circle knew he had.

Clawing Olivia's waist and pinning her to his side, he planted a kiss to the side of her head whilst they walked towards the plane.

Before boarding the plane, Maxen stepped away from the door and let other passengers get in before them. 

He triple-checked Olivia's harness, enjoying the rare occasion that Olivia was under his thumb, behaving like a sheep. 

"Good girl Olivia is such a turn on," he voiced out his arousal. A corner of his mouth tilted in a s.e.xy half-smile as he trained his gaze on her.

"But evil Olivia is so much better." she breathed out when Maxen tightened her leg strap.

"Unless I am not on the receiving end of evil Olivia's wrath, then yes, she does know how to do a number on someone."

"I have a long list, but I won't bother including your name in it."

Maxen held both of his hands up in a surrender. "Okay. Okay. As you wish, Your Highness." 

He heard the squeak in her voice which showed a peep of her vulnerability. But Olivia being Olivia never exposed it. 

Like always, she hid her discomfort behind the passive look on her face which he found endearing as well. 

It takes a lot of determination and a stomach made of steel to collect your emotions and bottle it, so people won't dare manipulate her with her own sensitivity to matters presented at hand.

From boarding to lift-off, everything happened so fast that Olivia didn't realize Maxen tethered himself to her until he snapped her from her out of her mantra-zone as he gave her final instructions upon reaching the altitude required for skydiving in tandem.

Earlier after they had each other for breakfast, Maxen informed her that he's taking her out for an activity together with Oliver and Wyatt. 

Little did she know she would be jumping out of a plane, a thousand feet up in the air.

She signed up for it anyway. She thought it was exactly what she needed after her breakdown last night. 

Her hormones were all over the place and she needed a shock of adrenaline to calm her nerves and clear her mind.

Looking over her shoulders, she smiled at Maxen, mouthing a 'thank you'.

"I got you, baby. And… you're welcome," Maxen said. It was loud enough for her to hear him amidst the slapping air and blaring rotors of the plane.

A smile ghosted Olivia's lips. Maybe Maxen was the reason why she agreed on sky jumping without blinking. 

The thought of him beside her gave her the assurance that she was not alone and he would always be there beside her.

It was his cue for Maxen and Olivia to get up from their seat and prepare for jump-off.

Standing in a spot marked with an 'x' by the open plane doors, Olivia angled her head, peering up at Maxen. 

For a brief second, their eyes met and saw nothing but themselves reflected on each's eyes.

Stealing a kiss, Maxen dipped his head, prying Olivia's mouth open with his lips as his tongue swirled inside her mouth. 

She tasted sweet. She always did. And he wanted to taste her more had Wyatt not kicked his shin. Maxen pulled away even when he wanted more. 

He snarled at Wyatt for ruining his moment with Olivia. And when a smirk painted Wyatt's face, Maxen dipped for another kiss, and retaliated on Wyatt, kicking the latter's shin as well whilst his lips planted a smack on Olivia's lips. 

"Okay, that's enough." Olivia said, peeling her face away from Maxen. "We really need to get out of the plane. I don't know how much longer Ollie could fly this."

Maxen and Wyatt laughed upon hearing her plea. Sending hand gestures to the rest of the crew, Wyatt gave his go signal to Maxen.

Wyatt had to jump ahead of Maxen and Olivia, so he sent a two finger salute to the remaining souls in the c.o.c.kpit, splitting it apart into a 'V' and he leapt away from the plane and flew amongst the clouds.

When it was Maxen and Olivia's turn, he adjusted Olivia's goggles first before sending a thumbs up to the man beside him. 

"On three!" he commanded, pressing Olivia's forehead until the back of her head leaned on his shoulders. 

Olivia scrunched her nose and started counting in her head when Maxen held a finger up.

One.

Two.

F*ck!

Olivia was cursing in her head and she felt her mouth do the same as they drop from the plane on a freefall. 

She thought she and Maxen had a lot of matters to discuss as soon as they landed on green grass and soil.

In the midst of her slew of profanities, she felt an astral experience. She felt numb from head to feet and goosebumps scattered all over her skin.

If her soul had a color, she could see it splitting from her body as she and Maxen fell from the sky in a bullet speed.

Was she happy? Perhaps.

As Olivia plunged towards the patches of green and brown beneath them, she let herself go. 

She let herself fall. She let the winds knock out the worries that plagued her mind and tired her body.

For a minute, Olivia was free. For a minute, Olivia was flying.

She closed her eyes for a second to etch the memory in her heart.

It was when Maxen pulled the parachute open that Olivia snapped out from her trance. She felt at ease when he constantly spoke behind her, giving her instructions on how to tug the strings.

Giving her the reins to maneuver the parachute, Olivia soared the sky, taking control of her life like she always did after a fall.