Olivia Sparks - Volume 1 Chapter 133 Mind Games

The games in Nikolai’s penthouse suite went on, and he was back in his throne, enjoying the rest of the night playing mind games with his guests.

It was almost two in the morning, and Ava and Olivia’s eyes were heavy with tiredness. They tried their best to stay awake as their men drowned themselves in the game but after a while, succ.u.mbed to their drowsiness, funding their spot on the sofa.

Looking over his shoulder, Maxen saw Olivia sleeping, his tuxedo jacket blanketing her. “I’ll have to cash out after this,” he said to Oliver who also glanced to where the ladies should be sitting.

His brows furrowed upon seeing Ava sleeping in an awkward position. “Yeah. Me too.” He took another sip of his bourbon, peeking on his pair of cards then on the cards on deck.

If his stars were aligned in the sky, he might go home ten million dollars richer tonight.

Soon, Oliver was all smiles after winning yet again. He frisked his hands together, gathering the ch.i.p.s he acc.u.mulated all night.

Looking beside him, he smirked when his eyes landed on Maxen’s pot. “If you want to win, you have to stop with the righteousness, Brother. See, Olivia won with bluffing. Ay. I’ll tell her to teach you some tips.” He patted Maxen’s shoulder.

Pursing his lips, Maxen motioned for an assistant to gather his ch.i.p.s. “As I said, I’m here for the game and me winning is an incentive.”

He excused himself, walking over the sleeping Olivia. He fixed the loose hair on her face, and smiled at how peaceful she looked, especially after winning seven hundred thousand dollars just by playing a single game.

“I’ll be back in a jiffy.” He pressed a kiss on her nose and smiled upon seeing her wrinkle after he pulled back.

Her eyes fluttered open but tiredness took over, weighing her eyelids down.

Sighing, he looked around the place and sn.a.k.e.d his way over the master bedroom with MIB1 standing guard outside as he locked the door of the ensuite to use it.

To MIB1’s surprise, the master bedroom door closed, followed by a click of the lock disengaging. He glanced to the knob. His gut told him that something sinister was about to happen. “Your Highness,” he pressed a button in his lapel, checking in on Maxen.

“Hmm?” he heard Maxen reply through his earpiece.

“Everything okay inside? Are you inside the bathroom because the bedroom door just locked behind me.” MIB1’s Adam’s apple bobbed, swallowing air in his throat.

On the outside, MIB1 looked cool as a cuc.u.mber, but on closer inspection, his hand was dipped in his suit jacket, hovering over the holster of his gun.

“Secure Olivia first.” He heard Maxen zipping up his pants on the other end of the line. “Did you have that thing I asked you earlier?”

“What?” MIB1 scratched his head, confused at how calm Maxen’s voice was even at the face of a threat. “Yes, it’s here in my pocket.”

“Good. If I don’t come out in five, kick the door down.”

It didn’t take a second for MIB1 to take long strides to the couch where Olivia was napping.

Clearing his throat, he tipped his head to the door to signal Shadow that the location was compromised.

Behind the door was Natalia. She sneered. If they thought she wouldn’t use this costume, they were wrong. They say, always dress for success. And tonight, she’d make sure to achieve her goal with flying colors.

Meanwhile, Maxen stalled inside the ensuite, rummaging his brain on how to deal with his captor. He exhaled, loud enough that it echoed inside the bathroom.

If it’s up to him, he’d ignore Natalia for as much as he could until she gives up herself. It’s not his fault that he’s good-looking, and it’s certainly not his fault that ladies would fall in love with him.

Rubbing the skin above his eyebrow, he cursed at himself at how he was acting like a wussy.

He had to face her now before she went to extreme lengths such as harming Olivia. The thought alone infuriated him. Of course he knew how Natalia blackmailed most of the girls he hung out with in the past.

Looking in his reflection in the mirror, he derided himself. On most occasions, he would jump at whatever was blocking his pathdo or die. He loved the adrenaline rush that came with it, his temporary distraction from his repetitive daily schedule of smiling, hand shaking, hours of pretending that he’s listening when he’s really bored to death.

However, now that Olivia’s in the picture, he oftentimes found himself second guessing his judgement. It’s not because he’s not confident of himself but it’s the fact that he had to consider her feelings too.

At that moment, even when what he’s about to do was for their piece of mind, he knew it would hit him back like a boomerang as it would open Olivia’s old wounds in the process.

In the main room, from the corner of his eye, Konstantin saw the subtle commotion in the living room and his eyes flitted to the master bedroom, and something told him that a fight was about to break out.

He quickly scanned the room, looking for his sister Natalia, ready to whisk her away, and his foot going to the places where his eyes wandered.

Reaching the master bedroom, he tried to open the door but found it locked. He gave the knob a good twist just to make sure it was indeed locked, and yep. It is. He took the spare keys in his pocket, inserting it into the keyhole.

“Where’s Maxen?”

Konstantin’s hand dropped, magnetized by Olivia’s voice. It was rough and throaty but it felt like honey soothing his ears.

“I saw him enter the master bedroom.” Oliver walked by, his hands dipped in his pocket while the other held a small velvet box. It was one of his winnings that night, a three-karat canary diamond drop earrings.

Across the room, Konstantin was so entranced with Olivia, he didn’t realize she was standing right in front of him.

“Hey. Sleepy?” Olivia asked, wondering why Konstantin was spacing out by the door. She gently patted his shoulder just to check if he’s still breathing.

“Oh. No. I was Uhh.. I was about to open the door when I heard you.” He jerked his thumb towards the door, his eyes never left hers.

For a brief second, Olivia saw something in it. She closed their gap, and there she saw her reflection, staring back at her. He smiled the usual smile he hadcarefree and warm, somehow, she felt that maybe Konstantin fancies her. But that’s impossible. He never said anything along the lines of like or attraction.

Brushing those random thoughts away, she reached for the key and twisted it, unlocking the master bedroom door. Like a true gentleman, Konstantin opened it for Olivia, walking after her.

“Ooooh. You have a present for me, Max?” Olivia gasped, a hand flew to her mouth in a dramatic mocking because tied in the seat was Natalia dressed in a leather Catwoman suit.

Her eyes wandered around the room looking for Maxen. However, just as she reached deeper inside the room, she took a step back, landing on Konstantin’s hard chest.

Looking up, she saw Maxen drop his hand from wiping his lipstick-stained lips.

He didn’t need to say anything because what transpired in the room moments ago was glaring at them, and Maxen knew that uttering more words would just incriminate him more, so he just went on and erased what needed to be erased and forgotten.

She knew he didn’t want that to happen. She knew it was all Natalia’s doing. She should be angry right now but all she heard was her heart shredding into pieces.

Turning about face, thinking that Maxen needed more time to obliterate Natalia’s trace on his lips, she found an odd comfort when Konstantin’s hand rubbed her back.

“Natalia, what has gone into your head? This is so embarrassing.” His voice was calm yet reprimanding, and his words held so much authority as he spoke, but all he got was Natalia’s scornful laughter.

He didn’t say more words but the gentle strokes of his cold fingers on her skin was enough to tell her that everything would be fine.

Seeking refuge in Konstantin’s shelter, she found herself gaining back her courage to face her nightmare in the form of Natalia Vasiliev.

Looking up at him, his usually steel gray eyes turned softera shade akin to the mist rising up from a lake, promising warmth and sunshine for the remainder of the day.

“Thank you,” she whispered, sucking in the suffocating air inside the room to fill her lungs with enough air to last her that night.

A second later, the scuffle of soles on the carpeted floor stole her attention. Looking beside Konstantin’s frame, she saw MIB1 holding up an electric shave, painting her face with a devious smile, and it doubled as soon as she saw Nikolai’s frame.

“What the heck are you doing?” Nilkolai’s voice from the threshold echoed in the room.

“Oh, you’re just in time Nikolai. Want to bet who comes home crying tonight? You or Natalia? Maybe both?”