Chapter Eight
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Chapter Eight
Cillian left his boss’s new wife in her state of delirium. She was tired he could tell, her eyes were puffy from the incessant tears that streamed from them and her lips were swollen, her voice had a strain from all the probable screaming and he couldn’t help but feel bad for the woman.
He gently carried a tray back into the bedroom, where Olivia had the negligee finally on after his short visit to the kitchen ,to get her a pot of chamomile tea that’ll soothe her wrecked nerves. Her cheeks rose with color seeing the butler back in the room, subconsciously she wrapped the already frail and sheer robe around her body, embarrassed to the highest level being put in such a position.
She knew what he was thinking, that she was just some w***e of a trophy wife bought by the master of the house. Contrary to her lewd belief, Cillian pitied his new madam. She was clearly not comfortable with the piece of risqué clothing given to her, plus her things had not been brought yet qnd Sheila was two sizes too big for the madam to borrow any of her clothes.
“I brought you some tea.” He finally muttered, breaking the awkward streak of silence.
Olivia heaved a sigh of relief, hearing him talk finally made her breathe again as she was bound to explode from embarrassment, “Th—thank you.” She managed to respond.
“It’s chamomile tea,” he added, “It would put you right to sleep.”
Olivia’s eyes narrowed to the tray in his hands, a wave of suspicion coursed through her, as she wasn’t sure being put to sleep is what she wanted at the moment—for all she knew her husband could waltz in and take her life in her sleep.
“ Thanks but I’m fine,” She said, “You can put it on the table if you want.”
Cillian couldn’t help but smirk as he was amused, certainly he didn’t show that, “Mr Maldov is not going to hurt you in your sleep if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“Certainly he’s done it before has he not?” She asked as her eyes widened a bit with curiosity.
Cillian shook his head, although somewhat insulted by the assassination of his boss’s character, “Mr Maldov doesn’t hurt women. He has never hurt a woman.”
Olivia didn’t believe him, “He hurts men…right??”
Cillian smirked again and then took a step back, “I’ll leave you to your tea Madam. Goodnight.”
He left and Olivia grabbed a pillow out of frustration, hurling it at the mosaic of a cat hanging above the chest of drawers across the bed. She let out a silent scream, tears started to form in her eyes again as she cussed, “Damn you Maldov.”
She wanted to go home, she wanted her clothes back, she wanted the comfort of her bed and her pillows that smelled of her eucalyptus shampoo. She wanted her father back, she wanted to rewind time to when she barely knew of his shady dealings. She wanted this nightmare to be over.
Slowly she retreated to the edge of the bed, curling up like an armadillo at one of the bed posts, silently sobbing and wishing it would all be over. Just then the door opened and she sprang to her feet, Alex walked in with his breath smelling of bourbon and a hint of lime. She found it disgusting…she found him disgusting.
Alex’s eyes skimmed over the nightdress she had on and he was dumbfounded by the pure beauty he saw. Olivia’s skin was as silky as he imagined it to be, the red worshipped her skin so beautifully as it hugged every perfect curve. He grabbed onto the lamp on the drawer, holding himself before he succumbed to the dangerous urge he felt rising inside of him.
“Has anyone ever told you about your legs Olivia?”
“Leave me alone.”
“They’re wonderful.”
He wanted to take her, right here and then worship her body with every bane of his existence. God she was ethereal, he thought. He knew she was a strikingly beautiful woman from the get go, but with the dimmed warm lights in his room forming a beautiful silhouette that made her skin look like warm milk—she was just breathtaking. He wanted to have her…he needed to have her.
Olivia knew he was watching her, like a hungry predator wanting to prowl on its prey. She saw the want in his eyes, it made her inside churn and somewhat confusing as she was unsure what she felt was either fear or attraction.
“Stay away from me.” She finally said, breaking the silence.
He took off his tie, placing it gently on the drawer as he strode closer, “You’re my wife.” Slowly he brushed off the tear off her cheek with his thumb, she gulped hard, “Have you been crying my dear Olivia? Is the house not to your liking?”
“You bastard,” She cussed as she pushed him away gently, “You know why I’ve been crying, cause you won’t let me go!!”
“I’m sorry I can’t,” he shrugged lightly, “You agreed to marry me did you not?”
She hissed, Alex Maldov was a cunning man who knew his way with words, “I’m too tired for this. Please go away.”
“Away?” His brows furrowed, “I’m in our bedroom. We’re husband and wife.”
“You’re a bad man.” She snapped, “I want nothing to do with a maf—
“Mafia??”. Alex chuckled, “I am a business man.”
She blinked, almost insulted by his feigned obliviousness, “Business?? You kill people for a living !!!”
“I’ve never killed anyone. Contrary to what the rumors say, they died of natural causes.” He murmured as he veered closer, her lips even looked more luscious than before, “So what do you say my love? Are you coming to bed with me or not?”
Olivia couldn’t help but be draped by his manliness and iridescent golden eyes, so dangerous and yet so pure— so rough and yet so meek, his hands cupped the back of her neck, and as he reached closer as if to kiss her she knew she was in trouble .
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