Alpha Enzo’s POV
Olivia was seated on the bed, the blanket wrapped around her while I stood before her with folded arms, staring at her.
“So, tell me, why were you not picking my calls or answering my messages?” I asked, trying my best to sound angry even though I had already forgiven her the moment we had s*x a few moments ago in the bathroom.
Olivia shrugged. “Nothing. I was just busy,” she responded nonchalantly, and my frown deepened.
“Really? You were busy every f*****g second of the day?” I asked in an annoyed tone.
She shrugged again. “Yes. Do you have a problem with that?” she asked, and my frown deepened further. It was obvious she was trying to get on my nerves, and she was doing a good job at that.
“Olivia, may I remind you that I am still your DOM—”
“Yes,” she rudely cut
