Olivia Sparks - Volume 1 Chapter 122 Eat It

The following day, the gal pals found themselves in Mosqueda, Ava’s go-to boutique for an afternoon fitting with the head designer who happened to be Eli’s BFF.

While the three were waiting in the lobby, they noticed the presence of a foreigner whisking past them.

Emily pouted, her brows furrowed when she realized that the lady looked familiar as if they had brushed shoulders in the past. She rummaged her memory, figuring out who amongst the sea of people she could be.

Lucky for her, the lady in question turned on her heel and peeled her sunglasses, revealing her face.

“Emily?”

“Bella darling! It was you. Gosh. No wonder your presence felt familiar.” Emily stood up, exchanging cheek kisses with Bella. Their gazes then moved down where Ava and Olivia were busy flipping catalogs. “Ava, Olivia, meet Bella Sokolov, prima ballerina, Bolshoi Ballet.”

“Oh, dear. You can skip the titles,” Bella blushed, patting the back of Emily’s hand.

“Wow. What brought you here, Bella? Oops. I was busy looking for inspiration.” Ava placed her magazine down, standing up to exchange pleasantries with Bella too.

When it was Olivia’s turn, the air around Bella turned Siberian cold, surprising the three gal pals.

An air of animosity swirled around Bella which didn’t go unnoticed by the trio who kept the smiles on their faces the entire time, they could be toothpaste models at the end of their meeting.

“Ms. Lin, I’ve heard so much about you.” Bella offered her hand which Olivia took.

Wondering what’s the reason behind the hint of hostility in Bella’s tone, Olivia asked, “Have we met before?”

“No, this is my first time meeting you.” Bella took a handkerchief in a purse and wiped her hands as if Olivia’s touch dirtied her. “You were my fianc’s classmate in Oxford. Nikolai Vasiliev.”

“Wow. Congratulations, Bella!” Emily tweeted, clutching her heart. She’s still a sucker for engagements and weddings even when hers fell apart.

“Thank you,” Bella replied curtly, tipping her head to the other end of the boutique. “I came here with a friend. It was a pleasure meeting you ladies.” She turned on her heel and left, rolling her eyes when her back was facing the gal pals.

When Bella was out of sight, Emily tutted, “I was thinking of chatting with her more but nevermind. She changed a lot anyway.”

Beside Emily, Ava’s beady eyes narrowed. She could see trouble written all over Bella’s back.

“Don’t mind her. Maybe Natalia did a fantastic demolition job on my name.”

And just as Emily was to ask Olivia what transpired yesterday, a staff walked closer to the gal pals, ushering them inside one of the fitting rooms.

After their fitting engagement, Olivia welcomed Emily and Olivia in her penthouse suite with arms wide open. However, Ava stood rooted inside the lift, terrified of what’s about to happen to her.

Smiling at Ava, Emily dragged the statue inside, massaging the former’s shoulder. “Loosen up, Ava. It’s all in the mind. If you think it will hurt, then it will.”

“So it does hurt?” Ava chewed her bottom lip. This would be her first time to try it.

“It would sting and that’s it.” Emily kept her reply short and succinct to keep Ava’s emotions at bay. “Is everything ready, Livi darling?” Emily scanned the place, and her eyes landed on the wooden sliding door.

Pointing at it, she mused, “Is that Maxen’s Dollar Penthouse? Can we take a look?” Emily’s glistened with excitement.

Their decades of friendship didn’t matter; Maxen let no one up in his penthouse suite. He said it was the one private space that belonged to him but now that Olivia owns it, she could finally see what the secrecy of the place was all about.

“Sure,” Olivia walked ahead and slid the door open for her gal pals who raked their eyes over the space.

“Why is the pool empty?” Ava asked, her hand tapped the railings. However, she recoiled when Emily chirped, clapping her hands.

“Ho ho ho. I think they had s.e.x in the pool that’s why they had it cleaned.”

Ava grabbed the sanitizer in her purse, disinfecting her hands, and as if it wasn’t enough, she spritzed alcohol on the railings too.

“Stop feeding Ava with ideas, Emily. Last time you did, Finn caught her humping her husband.” Olivia playfully jabbed, finding joy in Ava’s blushed cheeks.

“Please stop bringing that up.” Ava covered her ears and stomped to the other side of the penthouse suite.

That was a one time phenomena, and it stuck on her like a Scarlett letter. And to make matters worse, Oliver was suggesting other crazy ideas for them to try after that incident.

The ladies went back to the other wing of the penthouse suite, which used to be Olivia’s side.

Guiding her gal pals, Olivia walked ahead and showed them a room where a spa was set up for them.

A team of five spa staff was present in the room with three massage beds waiting for them.

“These are your robes.” Olivia passed one robe each to her gal pals, and they bee lined into the ensuite of the bedroom. When Ava got out, she lied down on the massage bed.

“I think she needs to be tied up in a stretcher.” Olivia gave Ava a once over, and she could sense that the usual hour treatment would take longer. “Do you have something to numb her?”

“Livi darling, stop worrying about Ava. She birthed a son. There’s nothing she couldn’t do. Right, Ava?”

The woman in question bobbed her head and smiled, but everyone in the room knew how nervous she was when her knees wouldn’t stop shaking.

She closed her eyes when she felt something warm touch her mound, distracting herself with the zen music and inhaling as much lavender aroma as she could to calm her nerves down.

But nobody prepared her for it. Everyone said it would just sting. Everyone said she wouldn’t feel the rest of it. But they were all wrong.

RIIIIP!

The sound of hair roots forcefully pulled away from the skin echoed in the room along with Ava’s muffle scream because she was biting a towel the entire time.

And as if Emily and Olivia took pleasure in her pain, Ava, for the first time in her life, cursed, “GET THE F.U.C.K OUT! I’M GOING TO KILL YOU BOTH!” It was loud enough that it sent her two gal pals out of the bedroom in a trail of repressed snickers.

Later that night, Maxen arrived home and found Olivia in the living room reading a pile of doc.u.ments. He paused, drinking in her side profile as he found this serious and quiet side of Olivia somehow s.e.xy.

He didn’t notice he was staring for too long when Olivia snapped her head to the side and saw him.

“You’re home!” Olivia dropped the file on the table and bolted to where Maxen stood.

Their bodies clashed as Olivia wrapped her arms around his neck, welcoming him with a kiss that lasted longer than it should when Maxen deepened it, swirling his tongue inside her mouth.

His fingers dug in her waist, pinning her to his body. If it’s up to him, he could kiss her all night long but his baby tapped on his chest, telling him to let go.

The two caught their breaths that were suspended during their kiss, smiling foolishly with each other.

Olivia was still panting when she pulled Maxen towards their bedroom, picking up a coffee-colored fedora hat on the island countertop.

“How do I look?” Maxen tipped his hat.

“Like an explorer?”

“I do think it suits me.” His chest rumbled when the thought of exploring Olivia all night long flashed before his eyes. Scooping his treasure off the floor, Maxen and Olivia found themselves in the master bedroom where Olivia’s surprise for Maxen awaited.

Lin Estate

Oliver snapped his head towards the ensuite, scrutinizing his sweetie. Earlier, he was reading a book when his eyes followed Ava’s path from the bed to the ensuite.

Now that Ava’s done with her bathroom break, his eyes followed her again and slowly, his brow furrowed upon realizing that something must be causing her discomfort, Oliver placed his book on the bedside table and pushed the duvet off him.

“Sweetie, are you okay? Do you feel something ouchie?”

Ava snorted. She couldn’t believe her husband just baby talked to her. Slumping in the bed, Ava fiddled with Ollie’s ears and muttered, “No, sweetie. I don’t have a boo boo.”

The two shared a laugh before Oliver scooped his sweetie in his arms. “Then why are you limping? Did you hurt yourself?”

Burying her face on Oliver’s chest, Ava confessed, “Remember I made a bet with Olivia last time? So I had to do it and do you want to see it?”

“You got a tattoo???”

“What? Nooo. I will never ever get a tattoo.”

“Haist. Stop hanging out with those crazies. They’re a bad influence on you. Wait. Let me see. What did you get?”

Ava bunched her nightgown up, revealing her silken mound. Lifting her head, she examined Oliver’s face. Her face blushed when she saw his face. She knew that look. That’s how he looked when he’s about to devour her whole.

Oliver wiped his palms over his face. His throat was parched, and there’s only one way to quench it. Crawling down and between Ava’s legs, he parted its folds, his eyes mirrored her glistening s.e.x.

“Sweetie, the lady said I can’t have s.e.x within 24 hours after the session,” Ava nervously said.

“We can’t have s.e.x, yes. But it doesn’t mean I can’t eat it.”