59. Olivia

Chapter fifty-nine

Olivia

E veryone except Caroline and Bass is sitting in Julian and Bailey’s new office building downtown, which is close to Victor’s pub and Lincoln’s office building. Victor moved me into his house last night after work. He didn’t ask. After he showed up at the office and I told him what happened, we met with Lincoln and James. Then he drove me to my house and told me to get what I absolutely had to have, promising we’d come back this weekend to get everything else.

I grabbed all my pictures, a few of my favorite outfits, the teddy bear my dad gave me when I was little, the memory box I kept when I was younger from the things I did with my mom, and my favorite coffee cup. When we got to Victor’s house, he made sure I was okay before he went to the lake house and had an extremely long meeting with Leo, Lane, and Arden.

It lasted so long I was asleep when he got back. All I remember was him wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into his chest, promising me he’ll keep me safe. The only way I see that happening is if Donovan is dead. I realize everyone is looking at me, waiting for me to speak.

“I got another bouquet,” I tell everyone, my voice wavering. I’m tired of talking about this. I’m tired of being the center of attention. But Julian is helping me as he ventures out to become a private detective. It turns out I’m his first client.

“Who was it delivered by?” Julian asks.

“The security guard at the entrance said it was from a local florist,” Lincoln answers, handing him a piece of paper. “That’s the name of the place and the license plate number of the van it was delivered in.”

Victor told me this morning on the way to work that Donovan never sold the lake house and he’s been staying there. It makes sense. So, he has a place to stay where he can lay low.

“Tomorrow I’ll go there and see how the order was placed,” Julian says as he looks over the paper. I tune out the rest of the conversation. I don’t know what Julian is going to do that Leo, Lane, or Arden can’t. But maybe he has different connections. I wish I could go home, climb into bed for the rest of the week, and sleep. At the same time, I don’t want Donovan to win.

“Olivia?” Victor nudges me and I glance up at him. “Come on, let’s go home.” I wave at everyone.

Ansley gives me a long hug. “I’m here if you need me. Always.”

I return her hug. “Thanks, Ans,” I whisper.

Victor escorts me to his car and I stare out the window all the way to his house. His hand gently grips my knee, and he rubs his thumb along the inside of my thigh.

“What’s going on in that head of yours, Olivia?”

I slowly turn to look at him. “Nothing really,” I admit.

The lines around his eyes crinkle slightly as he squints. “Nothing?”

I shrug. “I’m so tired, Victor. I’m tired of being afraid. For a little while, I wasn’t. And now…” I sigh heavily. “He’s taken so much from me. I’m not letting him take this life from me too. He’s not worth it.”

He moves his hand from my knee to wrap around the back of my neck. “I’m so proud of you, Olivia.”

I smile at him. I mean every word, but my heart still sits heavy in my chest. When we get to his house, he pulls into the garage and we go in that way. Usually he lets me out at the front door, but I don’t question it. I have a feeling this has something to do with whatever meeting he had with the guys last night.

We walk hand in hand through the garage that houses a few other cars and a couple of motorcycles. “When this is all over, do you think you could take me riding?” I ask him. His gaze snaps down to me, a smile playing on his lips.

“Absolutely. That’s one of my fantasies.”

I eye him. “One of your fantasies?” I ask, my face flushes wondering what he's about to say.

“Yes. I would have one of the most gorgeous backpacks.” Victor stops when we get to the door that leads into the house and pushes me against it. Backpack? “Then I’m going to take you somewhere private,” he whispers as his lips run along the edge of my ear. “With a slight chance of getting caught and fuck you on my bike.”

I suck in a breath at his candid words. “Really?” I ask, shivering as he kisses along my jaw, loving the way his lips and beard feel against my skin. “That’s one of your fantasies?”

“Yes.” He captures my mouth with his, and my stomach quivers. A tingling sensation shoots through me like a flame burning through every blood vessel as he sucks my bottom lip between his. The thought of him fucking me on his motorcycle is something I’ve never thought of, but it turns me on more than I expected.

I break the kiss and gaze up at him for a few seconds before glancing over my shoulder at the motorcycles in the garage. “Can we do that now?” I ask.

His eyes widen in surprise. Victor grabs his phone out of his pocket as he continues to stare at me. “Leo, I need you to turn the cameras off in the garage.” His voice is deep and husky, causing me to rub my thighs together. His eyes snap down at the action, and his chest rumbles with a growl.

“Oh, boss! I can absolutely turn the cameras off. Are you about to release some tension?” Leo’s voice is so loud through the phone I can’t help but giggle.

“I am, and if I find out anyone has seen it, I’ll kill you. Understand?” Victor’s eyes never waver from mine as excitement and anticipation stir in my stomach and my core clenches with need.

“Understood. Over and out.” Leo hangs up and I’m sure if Victor wasn’t so focused on me, he would have told Leo he should fire him.

Instead, he puts his phone back in his pocket, wraps his arm around my waist, and lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist and arms around his neck as he walks us over to the closest bike. I’m not sure how this is going to work, but this is Victor’s fantasy, so I’ll let him work it out and follow his lead.

“This is going to have to be quick, treasure,” he says.

I smirk and pull his earlobe between my teeth, making him grunt. “I thought you said you didn’t do quick,” I reply. He squeezes my ass tightly.

“Don’t be a brat.” But his actions contradict his words when his fingers slip under my panties and push against my clit. I almost choke on air, not expecting him to do that.

“Fuck, I love that you wear dresses now,” he says as he sits me on my feet next to the motorcycle, then unbuttons his pants, pushing them down to his hips.

“I can’t imagine that is comfortable.”

He doesn’t respond. Instead, he grabs me under my arms and lifts me. I straddle his lap, understanding his intention immediately.

“Trust me, when your tight pussy is wrapped around my cock, the last thing I’m going to be thinking about is if my pants are too tight around my hips,” he says as he grips my waist and pulls me closer. “You ready?” he asks. I nod, unable to catch my breath enough to speak. “Use your words, treasure.”

“Yes, Sir.” I answer immediately because I’m so desperate for him. I glance down at his dick and see precum glistening on the tip, making me lick my lips.

“Fuck, I love it when you look at me like that,” he says as he lifts me and slowly lowers me on his cock. I close my eyes as I stretch around him. This week has sucked, and it’s only Tuesday, but being allowed to be lost in his body and the way he makes me feel, even if it’s only for a few moments, is worth it. “Ride me.” His voice drops to that octave that I love so much.

Placing my hands on his knees, I do as he says, unable to control the sounds coming from my throat. He said this was going to be quick, so I don’t try to be slow. I tilt my head back and enjoy how full he makes me feel. I swear if I looked down, I could see the outline of him in my stomach. That thought makes me stutter.

What would it be like to have his children? What would it be like to have little Victors or Olivias running around?

I swallow around the lump forming in my throat. This was supposed to be quick and explosive. Not emotional. But the ball of feelings that stalled out the other night when he was asking me all of those questions begins to build as my orgasm builds.

He brings his hand between us and swirls his thumb around my clit. As hard as I try to hold on to my emotions and my orgasm, I’m unsuccessful. I come with a shout just as he does and I place my head on his chest. And for the first time since I found out my mom died, I cry.