Love In Thorns

ChapterFour

Miss Olivia, you have a conference call by 3; you have to be there," Celina, Olivia's secretary, hastily said while trying to catch up to the pace of her boss's footsteps.

Olivia stopped and turned.

"Not you or anyone dictates where I should or should not be; now leave my presence!" Olivia angrily commanded.

Olivia, childhood friend of Alexander Hawthorne who had always dreamt of being married to him for various reasons, had just heard that her dreams were forever going to be nothing but dreams.

"How could he?" She thought to herself as she slammed the door of the car and started the ignition. "After all we've been through, this better be a joke."

Olivia had just received the news from Eleanor, Alexander's mother, who had also just received word of the covert marriage of her son and was making her way to his house.

Olivia drove off, leaving her high-rise company building in the rear. She has inherited all of her father–Mr. Bennett's property as the only child and was focused on stewarding all the resources in her care to make a name for herself, which was one of the reasons she wanted to get married to Alexander. The wealth of the Hawthornes and Bennetts becoming one would be insurmountable.

"But I thought we had something real," Olivia whispered to herself as a teardrop was trying to make its way down her cheek. "No!, I can't cry, not now."

She wiped the tear off her cheek, terminating its downward stride, and kept driving, eyes forward like a leopardess locked in on its prey.

She reminisced on the days when she could call Alexander her boyfriend because they were, in fact, in a relationship. She remembered how his big arms would caress her slender waist, how his hand would be wrapped around her neck while he teased her, whispering the vilest things in her ear. The thought that all of this as gone but now without a chance of ever getting it back made her boil with emotions of loss, anger, and regret making their way to the top.

~

She finally arrived at his house and barged her way in. She was welcomed by a startled Emily.

"W-w-welcome, are you looking for someone?" Emily stammered.

"Yes, you thief." Olivia made her way to Emily angrily and yanked on her long blonde hair causing her to scream. Olivia ended her assault with a slap to the face.

Emily found herself on the floor.

"You!" Olivia screamed. "Think you can take my Alex from me?"

"I don't even know who you are," Emily replied, screaming back with tears running down her cheeks like a fountain.

Olivia was about to pounce for another attack when Fredrick came just in time to hold her back.

"You need to calm down, Olivia," Fredrick said calmly.

"Let me go, you bastard! Let me end this snake's life here and now!"

Fredrick said nothing and didn't let go.

Alexander came rushing downstairs.

"What's happening here?" Alexander asked loudly.

Fredrick let Olivia go, and she immediately made her way to Alexander and threw herself on him.

"Oh my darling, I came the moment I heard that this witch was trying to have you confused," Olivia dramatically said.

Alexander gently pushed her to the side and hastily made his way to his wife in distress.

"Emily, what happened?" He asked, running his eyes and hands across her body to see if she was hurt.

"Who is she?" Emily asked tearily.

"She is Alexander's wife, you witch," a new voice welcomed itself to the party.

Alexander turned, and it was the sight of his mother.

"Mother?"

"I still am?" Eleanor sarcastically retorted. "Because if I still were your mother, you wouldn't go behind my back to commit this atrocious act."

"Mother, please stop."

"Is this the disappointment you got married to?" Eleanor said in disdain.

"This is my wife, mother, and I will not watch you insult her in that manner," Alexander replied angrily with firmness in his tone.

"Of what value is she, Alexander? If you wanted a slut, I'm sure you could have them in their thousands, but marry one?" Eleanor replied immediately.

"I am not obliged to explain myself to you, mother. If you are not at peace with my decision, you may as well excuse yourself."

"Did I raise you to speak to your mother in that manner, Alexander?" His mother yelled.

"You didn't raise me, and you're not my mother," Alexander replied in anger.

"How could you speak to your mother that way, Alex?" Olivia joined in the crossfire.

"I have no idea why you're still here," Alexander answered.

"You're not thinking straight, Alex, she's poisoned your mind and you need to slow down," Olivia added.

"I've never thought clearer; now, leave my house," Alexander ordered.

"You don't mean that, Alex," Olivia said.

"Don't make me ask again because then it'd be Fredrick helping you out," Alexander responded.

"You can't kick her out," Eleanor declared.

"Fredrick?" Alexander said.

"Alright, sir," Fredrick answered.

Fredrick walked towards Olivia and gestured for her to leave with one arm pointing at the door.

Olivia reluctantly obliged and walked towards the door in rage and contempt as Fredrick followed to open the door for her and close it behind her. They shared a brief moment of silent eye contact after which she finally took her leave.

"You're a disgrace to the Hawthorne name," Eleanor stated.

"Take your leave now, Eleanor," Alexander said as he turned his back on her.

"Eleanor?" Eleanor chuckled sarcastically. "Alright then, I'd make sure this is the worst decision you've ever made."

Eleanor picked up her bag, which she dropped on the floor upon entering, and briskly made her way to the door, slamming it angrily behind her.

"Emily, you're hurt," Alexander asked as he placed his hand gently on her red cheek.

"Don't touch me," Emily said softly, still tearing up as she got up and made her way upstairs to her room sobbing.

"Emily!" Alexander called.

But she didn't answer. She got to her room and slammed the door loud enough for him to hear and sunk into her bed crying, confused in shock and angry.

Alexander sighed.

"Get me my keys, Fredrick, I need some air," Alexander said.

Fredrick momentarily left his presence then returned, handing the car key to Alexander.

Alexander stepped out and into his car then drove off shortly after. He needed to process the sudden chaos that had just unfolded.

~

Emily stepped into the shower to rid herself of all the tears she had cried and the sweat from agitation. She didn't understand. Why didn't Alexander tell her anything? Why did she have to find out this way? Why exactly did he marry her? The unanswered questions disturbed her peace, and all she wanted now was the peace and calm the water from the shower brought.

She heard the door creak open.

"Who's there?" she asked.

There was no answer.

She turned off the shower.

"Who's there?" she asked again, now apprehensive.

She picked up her towel and wrapped it around her body as she slowly stepped out of the bathroom, looking to see who was in her room. Till her eyes met Fredrick.

"Fredrick?" She said, startled. "What are you doing?"

"I'm sorry, ma'am. I came to check if you were okay. I kept knocking, but you didn't answer, so I thought you might have been in need of help in some way," Fredrick explained.

"Of course I'm not okay," Emily sighed, now relieved. " I don't understand anything anymore; this all seems like a lie."

Emily sat on the bed, exposing her thighs, adding to the rest of her exposed upper body.

"There are answers to your question, ma'am, and I'm sure Alexander would provide the answers in due time," Fredrick replied, keeping his eyes away from Emily's seductive shape.

"Here," Emily gestured for him to come sit by her. "I need the answers now, and I'm sure you have them."

"I can't tell you what I'm meant to, ma'am," Fredrick replied, still in the same spot but now comfortable enough to let his eyes linger on her.

"Please call me Emily, Fred," Emily said.

"What did you call me?" Fredrick asked as he stepped towards where Emily was, now looking down on her.

"Fred?" Emily repeated with a smile, looking up at him.

Fredrick came down in a squat just before her, having her exposed thighs at his eye level.

"Don't you think that's rather inappropriate, Emily?" Fredrick smiled as he placed his warm hands on her cold soft thighs.

Emily bit her lower lip. "Who's going to stop me?"

"Oh?" Fredrick ran his hand slowly up her thighs, exposing the rest of her lower body.

"Would you?" Emily asked softly.

Fredrick spread her legs apart in a second as if splitting two halves of a log of wood.

Emily gasped.

"Only if you'd stop me now," Fredrick replied.

"Don't stop, Fred," Emily moaned quietly.

Fredrick kissed the inside of her thighs slowly and worked his way down to the treasure at the end of the tunnel.

Emily let out a loud moan and held onto the sheets of the bed.

"We shouldn't be doing this," Emily cried.

"Who's going to stop me?" Fredrick replied.

Emily knew this was wrong. Her mind called for one thing but her body yearned for more. Fredrick's warm wet tongue ran laps over the now wet crevice between her legs and to her all hope of resistance and control was lost, she gave in

She held on to the hair on his head while he continued to make her wriggle and squirm in pleasure. It was as though she was trapped, trapped in a cage of unending pleasure, pleasure more than she could handle

Fredrick raised his head and stood up ripping the shirt on his body off while he looked Emily in the eye on the bed who was panting in recovery from what had just happened but also preparing herself for what was coming

Fredrick grabbed the towel tied above her breasts–which at this point served no purpose–and pulled it off. Emily flinched in excitement .

"What are you doing Fredrick?"

"What do you think Emily"