Olivia Sparks

"I see everyone agrees this gown looked divine," Olivia mused, wiggling her brows towards Eli. "Of course, as expected from the House of Eli."

She waved the gown up in the air, the skirt swayed and rustled on the wooden floor before she found her way towards her bedroom to try it on.

For years, Eli filled her wardrobe with his creations, from simple ensembles to evening gowns and this piece was by far one that screamed 'Olivia'. She knew the size would fit her like a glove for Eli knew her measurements well even with his eyes closed but she wanted to see for herself if the gown would speak to her while she's wearing it.

In the living room, Eli took a sip of his tea, his face full of arrogance over the success of sleepless nights sketching and wandering around the metro for inspiration.

Ever since he started his brand, he concentrated on minimalist designs. Less is more, they said. So House of Eli focused on the wearer rather than the bling of the piece. Perhaps it was one of the reasons why Olivia would always wear whatever he sends her way that after some time she became his lifetime muse and ultimately creating pieces for strong independent women like Olivia.

Inside the en suite, Olivia tried the gown on in the bathroom while Maxen tied his shoes as he sat on the edge of the bed.

The pitter-patter of footsteps on the wooden floor stole Maxen's attention, lifting his head whilst his hands tug the shoelaces.

"How do I look, Your Highness?" She twirled and crossed one leg over to curtsy while a goofy smile painted her face. She knew Maxen would go nuts once he sees her.

True to her intuition, facing her, Maxen clipped his chin and raised a brow over the high slit that revealed her caramel t.h.i.g.h.

He dropped the shoelaces in his hands and gave her a once over with his arms crossed over his c.h.e.s.t, nodding and drinking her image and form.

The air of sophistication swirled around her, and he knew how she would spellbind any soul who would lay their eyes on her. Maxen brushed his thick brows to relieve himself from his raging dark thoughts that haze his mind.

Although Olivia looked smoking hot that he wanted to rip the gown off her, Maxen knew which one to prioritize and that was to question if she's serious about her gown. They once fought about her style preference and he didn't want to have the same argument ever.

Entranced, Maxen stood up and ran his free finger under the strap of the corset top that hugged her frame which gave her bust a good lift, itching to tug it off. And after mustering up the last ounce of his tolerance, he took a sharp breath, exhaling through his mouth.

"You're wearing a green gown. What more if you're wearing a red one? I might have to put a leash on you or something."

"Ha! The person who needs a leash in this room is not me but you. Need I remind you of what happened in the elevator?"

"Oooh. Would you mind narrating what transpired in the lift? You see, I tend to forget irrelevant things," Maxen countered as he caged Olivia in his embrace and kissed her temple. "And I should be the one reeking with jealousy, not you. Look how seductive you are."

"You know what? You are right. The girl in your arms is my only competition, Max."

She tipped his chin that perched on the plane of her shoulders that their eyes locked on their reflection in the mirror. A glint of confidence shone from her eyes as she smirked.

He tightened his arms around her waist, slightly lifting her feet off the floor. "Nobody comes close to you, Olivia."

"WHAAA-" Olivia squealed when Maxen whisked her up and threw her on the bed.

He crawled on top of her, tasting her sweet lips and stealing her breath away. Maxen smirked upon seeing her flushed in pink cheeks and closed eyes.

"I was never a jealous man, Olivia." He skimmed his hand on her exposed t.h.i.g.h, the tip of his nose brushed on the length of her neck. "But who knew I would feel such an emotion one day the moment you entered my life. Seeing you gave me both the feeling of pride and possession and the need to cage you increases the longer I see you."

"Unfortunately, I'm not a 'thing' to be possessed." She pulled her weight with her elbows and stared at Maxen who was now wedged between her legs.

"Absolutely," he agreed, widening the high slit of her gown. "You're a goddess, Olivia. And I will even worship the land that you would set foot on."

Down between her legs, a c.o.c.ky smile tugged a corner of Maxen's lips upon seeing horror flash on Olivia's face after she saw the big red bite mark that would definitely bruise her t.h.i.g.h.

Seething with rage, Olivia kicked Maxen off the bed and checked her t.h.i.g.h. However, the frown on her face slowly turned into a faint helpless smile when Maxen's merry and contagious laughter echoed in the room.

"What. An. Arse." Olivia gritted words in her teeth that her lips quivered.

Satisfied with his work of art, Maxen stood up from the floor and peeled Olivia from the bed.

He watched as Olivia stomped out of the bedroom, and could hear her w.h.i.n.e and protest to Eli.

He followed her outside to the living room and saw for himself how Eli and his team's faces turned red upon seeing Olivia's bruised t.h.i.g.h.

"Before you get mad at me, we could remedy this situation and you can still wear this beautiful piece. See?" He clipped a part of the high slit lower to cover his marking. "I think Eli could stitch this a little lower to cover it."

Before Maxen could utter more words, the crowd inside Olivia's apartment was having a mental breakdown as they processed the events that unfold before them.

They could only watch in horror as Olivia assaulted the country's prince, throwing everything that her hands could grab onto while Maxen laughed in glee dodging everything that flew his way.