Olivia Sparks

Heavy curtains blocked the setting sun outside. The rich ombre of rosy pink and indigo hues splashed the sky. It was a beautiful canvas of nature and was the selling point of the penthouse yet the two entangled bodies didn't care because they were busy eating each other for dinner and the only light they had inside was the blue light strip on the ceiling. 

One. Two. Three. Four punishing thrusts. The bed scr.a.p.ed the wooden floor as Maxen spilled his seed, emptying it inside Olivia. 

Dipping his head in the crook of her neck, Maxen and Olivia panted in sync as they came down from their high. This was their third round and Maxen could feel his erection soften from that day's hard work. Pulling his erection, he marveled as his cream seeped out, pushing it back into her core with his two fingers.

"You should stop doing that." Olivia shook her head, lost for words at Maxen's obsession. But all she got in reply was his boyish grin.

Lying down, beads of sweat scattered their bodies, but it didn't bother them one bit as Olivia leaned her back against Maxen's c.h.e.s.t. 

"So you're saying… you stamped the marriage certificate with the nurse's signature who is Henry's daughter from his secretary? Would that hold in court?"

"It wouldn't, but the Yang's aren't stupid. They'll earn more if they keep the sham marriage for a few years than file a lawsuit. And Tristan doesn't like losing money."

"But, baby. Your photo is all over the country. People will think you got married to Tristan when you should be married to me." He tightened her hold on her waist, pinning her back to his c.h.e.s.t.

Olivia looked over her shoulder, c.a.r.e.s.sing Maxen's side profile. She was grinning the entire time she listened to him w.h.i.n.e. "They'll come up with front page news of Tristan and Alexa, clearing the issue, and people will forget it in due time."

A soft kiss planted on her shoulders made Olivia smile. However, that smile vanished as soon as the little prince pinched her right n.i.p.p.l.e.

"Ouch!" She headbutt Maxen who thankfully dodged the assault because of his quick reflex from years of training in the military. 

She knew the reason why he punished her; it was because she dodged his marriage pitch again. 

Getting away from her assailant, she pushed his arms away, but he flipped her over, placing her on his broad c.h.e.s.t. Face to face, Olivia couldn't hide the smile on her face. "That hurts," she pouted, but Maxen scoffed at her.

"That's your punishment for keeping me under the dark. Aaand, I don't think it hurts because judging the way you're smiling," he pinched it again. "You love it when I do that to you." 

Immediately, Olivia took a sharp breath, biting her bottom lip, fighting the smile that threatened to paint her face. "I'm not sorry that I did what I have to do. And if I go back in time, I'll do the same thing over again." 

Tucking the loose strand of her hair behind her ear, Maxen probed, "Why didn't you tell me, baby? You could have told me in your letter. I would have taken the news better if you explained the situation to me."

"Hmm," Olivia trailed off, pushing herself away from the warmth and comfort of his ripled with muscles c.h.e.s.t. "Because if I told you, you would jump off the ship and swim back to the country."

"That's absurd, baby. I'll die of hypothermia if I jump and swim. Of course, I won't do that. Just so you know, this guy..." he jerks his thumb to his c.h.e.s.t, "Knows how to fly a helicopter."

Wrapping herself with the duvet, Olivia, who was sitting at the edge of the bed, faced Maxen and concluded, "Same bananas, Max. You would still go back and hold me hostage because the mere thought of me being engaged with someone else is enough to get you so worked up."

"That's not true," he dissented but in a flash retracted it. "Ok, we can say that is possible to happen but did you even consider the odds of you failing?" He ran his hand in his hair. Frustration apparent on his face.

"No, that plan is foolproof. Are you doubting my capabilities?" Olivia's lips pursed into a thin line that Maxen immediately mouthed a 'no'. "I always did things by myself, Max. It's who I am."

Moving closer to her, Maxen hugged her from the back. "But I told you before and I will tell you again, you have me, Olivia. You can share your burdens with me. You don't have to act tough all by yourself."

"I know. I know that I have your back. I was banking on the thought that you would be waiting for me in your study because that's what I told you before. Remember?" She reached out and weaved their hands together. "I told you, I'll be waiting in your study once you're back and I was on my way to see you." 

Maxen kissed the back of her hand, momentarily pacified, but a green monster made its way to his mouth, speaking out of turn. "And what about Tristan? Does he know about your plan? Did he help you? I would be really pissed if you asked for his help but not mine."

Olivia blinked once and blinked again, thinking of ways to strategically answer his line of questions, picking the words that would pacify the whining little prince. "I did ask for your help. Remember the ambulance and the doctor?"

Forgetting the rest of his questions that needed answers, Maxen inquired, "So what are those for? It's not for you? For your nosebleed?"

"No, Max. It's for someone else." A small smile painted her face when they subconsciously engaged into a thumb war with Maxen successfully pinning her thumb down.

"For who?" Maxen scanned her face for answers and waited for her reply. However, Olivia dipped her head, her eyes trained on their entwined hands. It was as if she was clinging on to him as she couldn't bring herself to say the word.

"My mother. I kidnapped her." She looked up to him. Her face was devoid of any emotion.

"Oh," was all the Maxen could formulate in his head. He knew how s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e the word "mother" was to her and when she put it side by side with the word "kidnap", all he could do was scratch the back of his head.