36. Victor

Chapter thirty-six

Victor

S itting in my office waiting for Olivia to get back from her trip to Atlanta, Leo fills me in on the weekend, even the parts I don’t care about. Leo followed her and her friends everywhere. I swear the man was meant to be a teenage girl with the way he gossips. “Then he kissed her. While she was on a date with another guy. I mean—”

“Where was Olivia when you were witnessing this?” I ask interrupting him.

“Oh, she was in the bathroom. She missed the whole thing, but don’t worry, I filled her in when we met at the concession stand and bought her one of those hot dogs. Man, those things are good. I’d go back to Atlanta for another one of those things.” I put my head in my hand. For fuck’s sake. “She got you something. Shit. That’s supposed to be a surprise. Don’t tell her I told you.”

“Jesus, Leo. I’d fire your ass if you weren’t so good at your job.”

“Love you too, boss. We’ll be there in thirty.”

He hangs up, and it takes a lot of self control not to slam my phone down on the desk. I threaten to fire him at least once a day and he always responds the same way. Chuckling, I stand, walk to the bedroom and into the walk-in closet. I’ve already cleared out space for Olivia and she has no idea.

I asked her to write in her journal over the weekend and received a notification this morning that she wrote something in the middle of the night. When I checked in with her this morning, I wanted to bring up why she was up so late, but decided against it. It might be because she was staying with her friends and they were up talking and catching up.

Opening the drawer, I rub my hand along the various silky lingerie in the drawer trying to decide which one for her to wear tonight. I’m going to ask her if she will stay the night tonight. Beginning next weekend, she’ll be with me Friday through Sunday afternoon, but since Sunday nights aren’t in the contract, she’ll have a choice. I went to her house yesterday and watered her garden like I promised.

While there, I took pictures of all her body wash, shampoo, conditioner, and makeup items. Crystal went and picked everything out for me so she can have it here. It will be convenient even if she doesn’t stay tonight. She won’t have to pack every weekend. I also went ahead and picked out her outfit for tomorrow and brought it. Letting out a sharp exhale, hoping she'll choose to stay, I decide on the dark gray lingerie.

It’s more of a nightie than lingerie. It has thin straps. The front is deep cut, and it will fall just above her knees. She handled me kissing her scars so well the other day, I’m not as concerned about this as I was at first. I think back to her reaction to the scars on her abdomen and how she couldn’t talk about it.

When she tells me the story behind them, that will probably be her breaking point. It will be what makes her finally release all these pent-up emotions she keeps bottled inside. I walk to my office, lay out her lingerie, and make sure her pillow is exactly where it’s supposed to be. Stopping by the bathroom, I check my appearance and make sure nothing is out of place, then head downstairs and to the kitchen to grab the calla lilies I got her.

Receiving a notification that Olivia’s car is at the gate, I open the app on my phone that has the video camera, and watch as she and Leo enter. Smiling to myself, something akin to nerves settles in my stomach. It’s been a really long time since I’ve been excited to see a woman. It’s been even longer since I’ve had a submissive I’ve felt this strongly for. I huff. Who am I kidding? I’ve never felt this way about any of my submissives, not even Josie.

I walk to the front door and open it just in time to see Olivia and Leo drive up. There’s an attached garage, but I gave her instructions to park in front of the door and Leo would put it in the garage for her. She stops in front of the door, so I step off the walkway and open her door. After helping her out of the car, I immediately wrap my arms around her in a hug. She returns my embrace, holding me tight.

“I missed you, gorgeous,” I whisper in her ear.

“I missed you too, so much.” She pulls away and smiles at me. “I got you something.” I smirk at her and take a step back reluctantly. Olivia walks to her trunk, opens it, then hands me a medium size box that’s been wrapped. I look from it to her.

“You wrapped it?” I ask. The smile on her face makes my heart beat heavily in my chest. She’s just as excited about giving me this gift as someone would be receiving one, probably more so. “Thank you. This is so thoughtful.”

She claps her hands and rocks back on her feet. “Open it!”

I chuckle and tear at the paper. She takes the paper from me so my hands are free to open the box. I open it and move aside the tissue paper she put around the gift. She doesn’t do it halfway that’s for sure. I stare at the fabric in front of me, trying to figure out what it is. She grabs the box and tissue paper, allowing me to unfold it and my mouth falls open.

“You got me a jersey?” I say.

“Turn it over.”

Turning it over, I’m so shocked I’m speechless. I told her that going to the Braves games when they were close by and occasionally driving all the way to Atlanta was a memory I’ll always hold close from when my dad was alive. It was our thing. When they won the world series in 2021, my dad and I went to every single game. We traveled from Texas to Georgia.

It cost me a fortune, but it was worth every penny. Dad didn’t have long left, and I wanted that memory. My only regret was not getting a Max Fried jersey from the stadium. Olivia not only got me one, but she got it signed. I look from it to her and she’s looking at me with excitement in her eyes. Unable to think of what to say, I grab her and pull her into my arms.

Without thinking, I push her against the car, lift her chin with my thumb and forefinger, and kiss her. She doesn’t freeze or shrink away, thankfully, so I lick into her mouth and kiss her like I’ve wanted to kiss her since the day we went horseback riding. She rubs her hands up my neck, to the back of my head. I groan into her mouth and lean down slightly, placing my leg between hers as she arches against me.

I suck her bottom lip into my mouth and lightly scrape my teeth against it. She whines in the back of her throat and it’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. Everything in me wants to open her back door, push her into the back seat, and make her scream my name. Instead, I force myself to slow the kiss down and step back slightly. Olivia is breathing hard, and she gazes up at me with desire and heat evident in her eyes.

“That was a great thank you,” she murmurs.

With a laugh, I lean down to kiss her again. “Thank you isn’t good enough,” I tell her.

She smiles and rubs her hands along my chest and shoulders. “You’re welcome. That was the longest ride ever. I could not wait to give it to you.”

I kiss her forehead and pull away to grab her things and bring them inside. “I love it so much. You are the sweetest thing ever. What I got you is small in comparison.”

“You got me something?” she asks excitedly.

“I did. Come on inside and I’ll show you.”