OLI'S SWEET REVENGE

shut up and sit

Olivia selected a suitable clothing that covered the marks on her back with a long flare sleeves to cover the burn marks in on her back with a long flare sleeves to cover the burn marks in her hands, her wardrobe was filled with all kinds of luxury clothing from all kinds of brands. George always attended different functions and he prepared new dresses for each. The Jewelry Section wasn’t left out either from diamonds to ruby, sapphire, emerald to Gold she had it all. Heels were the only shoes she had. George never allowed her flats. She must always look elegant and heels are the right shoes for the feet.

Olivia went to her vanity. She stared at the mirror, She had everything, the life every girl would dream of but Something was missing and that's happiness. She wasn’t happy, fixing her make-up Olivia Robinson shoved the sad thought at the back of her mind reminding she was doing it for a good Cause and that’s all that mattered.

George had finished dressing up, they didn’t share the same bedroom he said his privacy was important the only time they spent a night together was when his body needed release and on a bad day it went on all night, "Are you ready" george said as he walked into the room his fixtures were well structured broad shoulders, well chiseled chin, black short hair that complimented his face and to crown it all he was tall.

Olivia couldn’t help but admit that she had fallen in love with this man in front of her "Stop drooling and get dressed They’ll Soon be here" he said sternly. Olivia stood up stiffly and went to put on her dress and earrings, "you look beautiful" he held her by the shoulder assessing her "you look beautiful" and you smell nice" leaning in to keep close to her neck "I would take you right now but lets save it for later"

He said taking her hand "lets go downstairs and welcome our guest" Olivia fought down the scream in her. Her hand was burning as he held it she couldn't tell him to let go. As soon as they got downstairs she made an excuse to check if everything was ok in the kitchen. He nodded and went outside Olivia blew on her hand quietly and went to join him.

"Mr Peterson, Mrs Peterson, welcome" George said Olivia stood there smiling "Mrs Robinson you look beautiful I must compliment" Mr Peterson said "Thank you" George replied in her stead Olivia just smiled. She knew George's behaviour very well. "Come on in" they ushered them in. "please sit" offering them Olivia Sat down with a smile on her face like it was sewn to her face.

"Thanks for having us," Mrs Peterson said. "my pleasure" she answered he looked at her signaling her to sit his eyes she understood that she could Speak "please what can I offer you" she asked "honey, what should we take" mrs peterson said cutely "I will have anything you want" Mr peterson said patting her hands. "champagne is fine" Mrs Peterson said "Champagne please" Mr Peterson said.

Olivia got up and went to get a glass and a bottle of champagne. She placed the glass on the table and tried to open the bottle .George saw her struggling and got annoyed "Damn woman always looking for an opportunity to embarrass me" he muttered. "Give to me, don't tell me you can't open a simple bottle of Champagne" George said with irritation "Sorry" Olivia said quietly with a smile "Just Shut up and sit down" George said with a low commanding tone. She just went and sat down.

Peterson just looked at them "pour the drinks" he ordered Olivia get up and pour it. handing them the glass. They discussed and laughed but through it all Olivia just smiled. She only answered when George gave her permission to "So what do you do Mrs Robinson" Mr Peterson asked "I..." "She's a full house wife" George cut her off.

"Oh that's not bad, taking care of Mr Robinson is top Priority" they all laughed ", I provide everything so I see no reason for her to work. plus those Peanuts she'd receive won't amount to anything" he said with an egocentric tone. "You have a point, well my wife loves fashion so I let her have a fashion house and it's doing very well" Mr Peterson said with pride. "Really." Mrs Robinson said; "yes It's quite popular, heard of Queen Everlight" Mrs Peterson asked "you own queen everlight" Olivia asked "Yes I do" Mrs Peterson said with confidence "I'll give her some money to patronize you" George said.

Olivia knew it was a cue for her to shut up. "please do I'll be expecting you". Mrs Peterson giggled. They talked more about business. He signaled Olivia to go set the dinner table. "please if you'll excuse me" Olivia stood up with a gentle smile and went into the kitchen, she clinched her fist hot tears streaming down her cheeks and George humiliated her without blinking.

She wiped her face and began taking the dishes to the dining room. Her hand hurts but she bears the pain arranging the cutleries in perfect position. George was a perfectionist. She joined them back in the living room. "Is everything ready?" he asked. "Yes," Olivia answered softly. "Let's head to the dining room shall we?" He stood up, and they followed suit.

When they were all seated Olivia started serving them once she was done they began eating "your meal is so nice mrs Robinson" mrs Peterson said "your wife is an excellent cook" Mr Peterson praised "that's one of the reasons I keep her around" he said nonchalantly. Olivia's eyes burned and she struggled to keep her emotions in check.

When they were done she stood up to clear the table "thank you for the meal it was sumptuous" mr peterson said "thank you I'm glad you enjoyed it" Olivia said with a smile. "lets go to the living room" he said. _Crash_ the plates in Olivia's hand came crashing down as she fell. She had tripped on the fur rug on the floor. "are you crazy, what's so hard about taking the plates to the kitchen" he yelled.