Olivia Sparks

Sui Estate Bottling his fury, Maxen braced his hand on his h.i.p.s, and closed his eyes. He didn't want to lash out especially in the presence of his mother so he tried his best to simmer and calm down.  He cast his mother a look and he knew she intervened in this 'punishment' because knowing King Alistair, Maxen would have ended with a different fate let's say, randomly picking a girl for a marriage alliance. "Give me until midnight," Maxen requested. S.u.c.k.i.n.g in a breath, he continued, "I told her I'll see her tonight and I want to keep my word." The room fell in complete silence as Maxen and Queen Isla held their breaths and waited for the King's edict. … Shibumi Spa Switching into a simple orange slip dress with angel hair straps and a dr.a.p.ed neckline, Olivia left her apartment and walked towards her destination which was a few blocks down her place: The Shibumi Spa at the Shibumi Hotel. True to its origins, the hotel's aesthetics was a balance of traditional and modern designs, blending nature and city through the use of wood, water, steel and stone all throughout the building. Reaching the 7th floor where most of the amenities were located, Olivia gave Emily a call to inform the latter of her arrival. "Livi darling!" Emily buzzed as soon as she saw her new gal pal. It was a much needed spa time and luckily, even when it was a last-minute date, the three–Olivia, Emily and Ava–had agreed to free up their schedules for that afternoon. Heads turned and followed Emily's trail to get a glimpse of the lady whose name they never heard before. However, some ladies' eyes popped when they saw Olivia remove her sunglasses and revealed her face in full view for them to recall that she was Lance Go's infamous ex-fiancee. "Is Ava here? I'm running late because someone won't let me go. Unbelievable," Olivia ranted as she cheek kissed Emily, however, before the latter could answer, Ava slithered in. The three ladies formed a bubble of their own, ignoring the rest of the curious eyes that followed them as the manager of the spa ushered them to the spa's VIP suite. In the concierge, one of the patrons who was paying her bill grabbed her chance to fish some details, skimming her eyes on the patron sheet that lay out on the open on the countertop while the cashier was busy on the screen. E Tay A Lin O Lin After her transaction, the lady gathered her purse and joined her friends who were still having their nails done. Her wide eyes told the rest that she had dug a treasure. Reaching a vacant seat beside a friend she whispered, "O Lin. She's a Lin. Would you believe that Lance's ex-fiancee was a Lin?" Silent gasps echoed in the room. "But whose daughter is she? And why is she friends with Ava? Isn't Ava Selena's cousin?" "I guess we will find out about that tomorrow night," another lady said. She grabbed her limited edition purse and bragged a velvet green envelope to her friends. "What's that?" the snooping auntie inquired. Her eyes bulged and her hands flew to her mouth when the auntie with invitation whispered the details in her ears. Inside the VIP suite, Ava, Emily, and Olivia lay belly down on the massage beds. Olivia and Emily were giggling after the former shared Finn's episode that afternoon. "I knew it, Ava. You can't hide that spirit in you. You're a born cowgirl," Emily teased. A natural blush painted Ava's face and ears. Shyly, she whispered, "Let's change the topic, please. I was so nervous last night, I forgot to lock the door. How about your sushi? Was it eaten last night, Emily?" Olivia's bell-like laughter filled the room. If she didn't empty her bladder earlier, she could have peed herself from laughing too much. However, her laughter died down when the usually chatty Emily kept silent, telling Ava and Olivia that the surprise didn't go as planned. "I fell asleep," Emily ruefully said. She forced a smile on her face and turned her head to look at Ava and sassed, "And to answer your question, yes, the sushi was eaten this morning." The three gal pals shared a burst of laughter, puzzling the masseuses over the hidden meaning of the sushi as they continued to knead their patrons' smooth and silky backs. "You should tie him next time. Wyatt loves it when I tie him or when he ties me," Emily advised between m.o.a.ns of p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e from the release of tension on her muscles. "That would happen unless I am drunk," Ava asserted. "Never say never, Ava. Five, ten, fifteen years of marriage down the line and your partner would get tired of the usual. Nothing bad about spicing things up every now and then. Penny for your thoughts, Livi? You're awfully quiet." "Mmm? I fell asleep," Olivia uttered in her sleepy voice. She stole a peep at her masseuse's nameplate and made a mental note to ask her the next time she drops by for another massage. "I said, it's not bad to spice things up in bed," Emily casually said, raising a brow at Ava as if telling the latter that Olivia would agree with her argument. "I haven't tried any of that really but my take on that would be," she s.u.c.k.e.d in a deep breath, and continued, "deep down, we all liked to be disciplined. To be objectified. The helplessness. The glorification. It's an irony but it's riveting when you know you're at the complete mercy of someone else." Emily, whose massage bed was in between Olivia and Ava, turned her head to Olivia and asked, "Would you let your man do that to you? Tie you up? Spank you?" The tone of Emily's voice was not curious nor intrigued; it was borderline forewarning and raised goosebumps in Olivia's skin like wildfire. Silence ensued as Olivia and Ava's thoughts were drowned with images of themselves at the mercy of their partners. They tried to hide the gulping sounds from their suddenly parched throat but failed. Ava, ever the blunt one, raised a question, "Is there something about the boys that we should know about, Emily?" Dipping her head in the massage hole, Emily closed her eyes and spoke words that she wouldn't feel like she lied. "Nothing. What you see is what you get unless you demand something else, I guess."