Olivia Sparks

White noise silence. That was all Ava could hear despite the distorted laughing faces of Matriarch Lin, Auntie Martha, and Olivia. She scanned the room and her gaze landed on her beautiful, innocent son who's no longer crying. Her beady eyes softened and her curled fists loosened up when Finn laughed along with them. 

"Finnie boy," Matriarch Lin clapped her hands in glee. "You just added another decade to Grandma's life!"

"Forget about that, Finn. Okay? Mommy was just giving daddy a massage," Auntie Martha chimed in and winked at Ava.

The spotlight then returned to the star of the afternoon: The sobbing dumpling mess Finn.

Olivia wiped the tears on his face and squished the little guy in her arms. She wanted to tease Ava too but she realized it was the perfect distraction for her grandma and auntie from their nagging so she just rode along the waves.

Glancing at her watch, Olivia saw it was time for her and Maxen to leave. She had a scheduled spa treatment with Emma in two hours and she didn't want to be late and get stuck with traffic.

After bidding their goodbyes, exchanging warm hugs and smiles, the two older Lins didn't give Olivia and Maxen a hard time and sent them off on their merry way. 

Tomorrow would be Olivia's birthday dinner and she repeatedly reassured them that Maxen would be in attendance and they would be seeing each other again.

Walking behind their guest, Ava and Finn accompanied them back to Olivia's car in the ten-car garage. 

Olivia was about to get inside her car when she was reminded of their purchase last night so she turned on the balls of her feet and asked Ava, "So which one did you use last night, Ava?" 

"Ha! Ha! Livi!" Ava nervously laughed. She clung onto her son as she felt her world spin again in humiliation but the soft tug of Finn's tiny hand that was wrapped on her finger brought her back to life. In gritted teeth she said, "Let's talk about that next time, sister."

Olivia smirked at how fl.u.s.tered Ava was. Shifting her focus, her eyes landed on Finn which made her pause. After what happened earlier, she felt it was her duty as his godmother to educate him from time to time, so she crouched down to level with Finn's eyes. "Hey, little guy. What do we do before we enter a room?"

"Knock knock!" Finn raised his juicy fist and knocked in the air. 

Messing her nephew's hair, Olivia beamed at him and resisted the urge to pinch his cheeks. "That's my boy. Don't forget that next time, okay? Gosh, you're so cuuuute!" She bit her bottom lip when Finn's cheeks wobbled as he bobbed his head. She could never get enough of him. 

Pressed for time, Maxen held Olivia by the elbow to remind her that it was time for them to leave. He gave her a little push as she stood and held the small of her back, sending a curt nod to Ava.

"Maxen, don't forget Finn's horse. Ollie will collect it for me," Ava blocked the door just before Maxen could close it.

Maxen gave Ava a curt nod and the latter pursed her lips to stifle her laughter upon seeing the gray clouds that hovered above Maxen's head.

With that, Mother and son waved happily as the car left the garage.

Uncle Jin drove out of the Lin's compound and was joined with the waiting cars outside. However, at the foot of the hill, the cars pulled over to a shaded side.

Maxen and Olivia were at a crossroads. 

He had to go and see the King and Queen which was on the other side of the road, away from the metro.

Immediately, Uncle Jin and Shadow alighted the car when Maxen cleared his throat—a signal that he wanted some privacy.

Outside, the rest of their entourage were preparing to exchange vehicles when their attention was stolen by the scramble of rocks under Uncle Jin's shoes. 

Uncle Jin was leaning his back against the back of the car when he felt it move. Stepping away, he clipped his arm to his side as if he was seared from the rocking car.

MIB2, Shadow, Secretary Gail, and Uncle Jin watched the car in bewilderment. The car shook as if an earthquake was taking place yet it was the only one which was in motion in the secluded area. 

"Maxen, please stop," Olivia glared at Maxen, pushing him away from her. Earlier, they had a little struggle which ended up with Olivia getting pinned on the seat with Maxen holding his weight above her.

Steam shot out of her red ears as she could not fathom what this little prince was thinking of doing in broad daylight. 

"What can you do? I'm a man of my word, You said 'f*ck you' and I said 'later in the car'. Don't you think you should hold your end of the bargain?"

"Have you gone mad, Maxen? Get off me at–" Olivia's eyes fluttered, the words she wanted to say turned into shaky breaths.

"I stopped wearing a cologne because you told me so." Maxen traced his nose from the valley of her c.h.e.s.t up to the curve of her neck. A smirk painted his face when Olivia tightened her grasp on his arm. Locking gazes with Olivia, he concluded, "That's why you owe me YOUR scent."

"And do you mind enlightening me as to how am I supposed to do that?"

A boyish grin painted Maxen's face, one that she hoped he saved only for her. It somehow gave her an idea too on what he had in mind. 

Letting him take the lead, Maxen pulled her up and let her sit it on his l.a.p, her back resting on his broad c.h.e.s.t.

Ragged breath consumed Olivia as Maxen parted her t.h.i.g.hs with one hand, while the other anchored on the seat for support.

She raised a single brow at Maxen as if challenging him, yet she knew whatever designs he was thinking would be all for naught.

Much to her surprise, Maxen cupped her mound, sinking his teeth on her neck.

"Maaax," Olivia sang his name when he pressed two fingers, radiating thermonuclear energy, warming and moistening her core. And with every circular motion, she could feel the flutter in her stomach. 

But the brain is such a powerful and beautiful thing, that whatever you set your mind on was all it needed to push you to your goal.

So with every ounce of her, Olivia wiggled out of Maxen's caging embrace and moved closer to the car's door. She combed her hair with her long and dainty fingers and swiped it over her face. 

Grabbing her water bottle in the console, she took four sips, quenching the fire in the pits of her stomach. 

She scoffed when their gazes met and his clear blue eyes pierced through her. The sunlight that filtered through the window showed no hint of remorse in his eyes after what he did to her because he knew it. 

He knew that she liked it and it would have gone through what he was aiming for had she not controlled herself.

Maxen pulled her back to his arms and listened as her breathing normalized.

"I just want your smell on me," he protested like a toddler.

"Then let's stay like this for ten more minutes. No more horsing, Max. One more round and I'll end up in the hospital with a UTI."