Olivia Sparks

Taking a sip of his white wine, Maxen imprinted Olivia's face which glowed under the soft light of the candles in his mind.  Their eyes met for a brief second before Olivia gulped down her wine, surprising him. "I have a question," Olivia started. He slowly nodded, but deep inside his mind went into a cl.u.s.terf.u.c.k of confusion.  He hated it every time she started the conversation in that manner because he didn't want to keep things from her so either he answers truthfully or she'd be a tad disappointed that he didn't know the answer to her question. "I've been hearing this name… And I was wondering if you could shed a light over it." Placing his wineglass on the table, Maxen stuttered as his brows knitted from his confusion, "Who? What?" "Xandra," Olivia whispered, as if saying the name was taboo. "Oh." Maxen's shoulders relaxed. He lazily leaned on the chair, carefully picking words in his head. "She's Ollie's ex-girlfriend. Do you want to know more?" he asked when he saw uncertainty flash in her eyes.  "If she's Ollie's ex-girlfriend, then why are you buying her pieces? I don't get it. Were you in love with her at some point?" Maxen heartily laughed at her statement but it quickly faded away when he saw Olivia's lips twitched.  "Baby… Olivia!" Maxen called out when Olivia threw her napkin on the table and was about to storm out of their dinner date. Caging her in his embrace, he was thankful that he sat on the side where the connecting bridge was, giving him the chance to block and keep her from running away. "Let go of me," Olivia hissed, jerking her arms from his cocoon. She didn't like that he was laughing when she was asking a serious question. "I'm not jealous," she swore under her breath. Beaming at her, Maxen agreed, "Yes, you're not. You're just upset at me, baby. I get it." A chilly wind blew past, fanning Olivia's hair in a mess, and when it died down, Maxen tucked the loose strand behind her ear. Eye to eye, he told her the story of a girl that only the four clovers knew. "Before you jump into conclusion, I want to make it perfectly clear that you're the only woman that I have ever felt this amazing connection with and I'm glad that I met you at this point in my life because if we did meet when I was younger, well, I might f.u.c.k it up." Olivia bit her bottom lip, and as soon as she released it, Maxen dipped his head and stole a kiss. Leaning his forehead onto hers, he recounted, "Do you know when you do something stupid once and it sticks to you for the rest of your life? And as you grow older, you regret doing it more and more? That's Xandra. Ollie and her were dating back in college and then one night they asked me to help them… tie her up. That's how they thought I was into bondage." Olivia grunted. "But then I must have tied her up tightly, so she sprained her wrist while she and Ollie were you know...and that's when she had a hard time painting after and then her depression kicked in." Cupping his face, Olivia felt how tired he felt just by saying that name. "What happened to her? How did she die?" "She died, smoke inhalation from a fire. More like, she killed herself because she was hallucinating. But the thing is, I promised that I would help her find her child. The one she accidentally had on a drunken night after Ollie broke up with her." "Is the child yours?" "What? Hell no!" "Then why are you still looking for that child! Just let it go! You're spending millions buying art from a dead artist, all for a child that isn't yours to begin with!" "Olivia! Listen to me. I promised Xandra. I promised her before she took her last breath and I intend to keep it. It doesn't matter if the child is dead. As long as we find where she hid him or her. We don't even know the gender." "Ok," Olivia took a sharp breath. She pulled away from Maxen and filled her lungs with salty air. "If the child is not yours, and not Ollie's, then whose child is it?" "Wyatt's." "Maxen… I. Emily… She's a sweet girl." Olivia was out of words. "I know. That's also the reason why Ollie's against them dating, but that's not our problem, baby." Maxen inched forward, trapping her in his arms again. Swinging to the music of their own heartbeat, the pair were lost in their own bubble when a flash of light stole Maxen's attention. He quickly removed his dress coat and hung it over Olivia's head, blanketing her.  "Stand behind me, babe," Maxen growled, searching the area where the flash possibly came from.  In a matter of seconds, loud thuds on the wooden boardwalk echoed at the arrival of Maxen's security detail. They ushered the pair out onto the floating dock and into the parking area, where Maxen and Olivia were hauled into separate vehicles as standard operating procedures. … More than a week has passed since their paparazzi incident, and Notios Estate was brimming with life and laughter as Maxen and Olivia hosted a Sunday brunch in his private residence. Welcoming their visitors who arrived in a convoy, Maxen escorted them to the garden where Olivia, who was wearing a white maxi-dress that had ribbon tie straps, was going over a final check on the table setting. The sound of chit-chatting made her head snap to the group's direction. Spreading her arms out, she knelt and welcomed Finn in her arms. "Who's Finn's favorite human?" Olivia asked, pinching the toddler's chin. "Auntie! Auntie!"  The auntie and nephew shared giggles when Finn planted a smacking kiss on Olivia's cheek. Extracting the intruder, Maxen lifted Finn up, placing him on his shoulders. "Let's go see your pony, Finn!" Maxen rambled, walking towards the path that led to the stables. "And after that, Uncle Maxen will bring us to his garage. Hehe," Oliver rubbed his hands together as adrenaline coursed through him. If his son got a pony, well, he finally had the chance to borrow his dream car, which only Maxen owned. They were near the stables when Finn wiggled on Maxen's shoulder, so he let the child go to wander on the green grassy ranch. The a.d.u.l.ts were busy talking when their attention got stolen by a tiny voice. "Daddy! Daddy! Look!" Finn exclaimed, picking up a tree stick. He waved the stick in the air, laughing and giggling.  "Look, daddy! I'm a majorette!"