Olivia Sparks - Volume 1 Chapter 137 Air Grievances

Silence ensued as Maxen pushed his thoughts to the back of his head, hating the feeling that for the first time in his life he felt on edge over a lady because of the presence of another man.

And she was not just any normal lady, but the one and only soul he laid his eyes on. The one who stole his heart away on the first night they met and never returned itnot that he wanted it back anyway.

He was never afraid of death. What he was more afraid of were monsters who walk in Armani suits, ready to steal what didn’t belong to them, and the fact that Olivia was in his arms was not enough guarantee that nobody would dare snatch her if an opportunity rose.

And no matter how many times he told himself that he should not worry about trivial things such as a love rival, if Konstantin fits the bill,he could not help the green-eyed monster that was trying to claw out from the pits of his stomach.

Sweeping the loose hair away from her face, he tucked it behind her ear, whilst his eyes scanned the area for unwanted paparazzi hiding in the cloak of the night’s darkness.

Seeing her ease up in Konstantin’s proximity earlier, he couldn’t help but wonder if Olivia felt something for him years ago.

“It doesn’t look like it’s nothing. Go on, tell me what’s wrong with him.” Olivia broke the huge block of ice between them.

She was fiddling with his cufflinks the entire time while Maxen was spacing out, giving him enough time to gather his thoughts so they can sort it out together.

“Did you know that I found out he planted his men in your team?” Maxen pulled back a little but she yanked him, pinning his chest to her back when a wind blew past, chilling her in her spot.

“What? You know I don’t employ men. Those were from the Lins paycheck. Ollie insisted I keep a few on the sidelines after I was introduced as a Lin. He said there’s nothing wrong with another barrier of protection, so I just said yes. Anyway, the closest those guys could go near me was what? Fifty meters away? How did you find out?” she replied, glancing up to him.

“I have my sources. Do you want me to look into it?”

“Care to add me in your network, Your Highness?” Olivia beamed, twisting her body to face him. She swept her hand up and down his chest in a slow sensual manner, stopping an inch above his belt.

“Ha!” Maxen scoffed at her sinful hands, her featherlight touches sent signals to his tower below. “If you thought I would fall for that, you are right. I mean no.” He cleared his throat, straightening his back. “But if you insist that I add you to my exclusive network, which we both know is superior to your Pyxis, you know the key: marriage. If you want, we can go straight to the Civil Bureau so we can register our marriage.” His chest rambled, snorting at how she pouted and shook her head no at his offer.

For a brief second, their gazes met, and the thoughts that plagued him were visible in his eyes. It was as clear as the full moon shining above them.

On normal occasions, Olivia wouldn’t jump into conclusions, preferring words more than actions just to know where exactly the boundaries lie, but at that exact moment, she knew that it was safe for her to assume the emotion that broils in his stomach.

“Are you jealous?” She stifled a smile, biting her bottom lip as she watched him scruffle the sole of his shoe against the ground.

“No.”

“Yes, you are.”

Pivoting in her spot, they were now facing each other with her palms planted on his chest, feeling the muscles that mold against his shirt.

She smiled, but hid it from him. She didn’t like him seeing how she loved that he was built twice her size, enough to shield her from harm, and to keep her warm from the chilly nights of Nisia.

He was a head taller than her so she had to look up, arching her back, just so she could get a good look of his devastatingly handsome face. Her eyes glittered brighter than the stars that blanketed the sky.

“Okay. Okay. I am jealous.” He squeezed her waist, and a corner of his lips tugged up in a smile, infected by the showcase of her pearly whites. “Happy now? Let’s go. Doctor’s waiting for you.”

He ushered her inside Olivia’s car, shushing her when she started asking questions again.

Inside the car, Uncle Jin pushed a button in his console, sliding the car divider up upon seeing the playful nature of Olivia. He didn’t want to intrude the lovers just in case they get into another episode of heat like what happened last time.

When the slider was up, Shadow elbowed him. “What if they kill each other? They just had a fight in the hotel.” Her voice was low but it was enough for Uncle Jin to hear her.

Apprehension painted Uncle Jin’s face at the possibility of her words. He thought twice if he should put the division down but trusted his instincts. “If she wanted it down, she’d let us know. And if someone will end up dead, then, my bets would be on His Highness stabbing himself because Ms. Lin told him to.”

The two shared a laugh at the authenticity of Uncle Jin’s statement as they looked ahead on the dimly lit avenue. Everyone in both teamsOlivia’s and Maxen’sknew how easily the prince bends to Olivia’s words, wagging his tail like a puppy who craved for his master’s attention.

“Yeah, that’s true,” Shadow agreed, subconsciously looking over her shouldersan occupational disease of checking in on Olivia every minute but what she was met with was the steel divider laughing on her face.

On the other side of the car, Olivia’s jolly behavior vanished when her eyes landed on his lips, her heart felt pins and needles prickling it. Crossing her arms over her chest, she aired her grievances.

“Shouldn’t be the jealous one between us is me? I mean You’re the one who had a smacking kiss from a different girl tonight. I, on the other hand, just danced with Konstantin.”

She raised a single brow over Maxen’s way who rolled his tongue over his teeth. Seeing him do that, she knew he was mad, but if she’d be honest to herself, she found that certain nuance hot, completely forgetting that she should keep her act at that moment.

When she felt that her Natalia argument was invalid because according to the rag doll herself, she tripped over him, hence the explanation of how her lipstick got smudged and smothered his face, Olivia thought of how to divert the topic just so she had a reason to be displace her anger on him.

She wanted to piss him more just because besides the agony of seeing his lips painted with a different shade than what she was wearing, she also had to deal with a long list of girls who constantly sent their nudes on his public phone.

Her lips twitched when she couldn’t come up with anything to throw at him. For the weeks they’ve spent together, she knew that he was behaving his best and he never entertained other girls behind her back, because if he did, they’d be long over and he knew that too.

Out of ideas, she went back to their earlier subjectKonstantin.

Poking the bear, she added, “Do you really think he likes me? I remember he liked a girl back in uni. Maybe I changed a lot from all those years we haven’t seen each other?”

Her eyes flashed with mischief as her lips curled into a winning smile. It felt liberating to see Maxen seethe with jealousy, his teeth gnashed as he held onto every ounce of anger that boiled under his skin.

“It was always you, baby.” Maxen shook his head, darting his gaze away from her, and onto the passing view outside the car window.

“What?”

“He always liked you. Let’s end this conversation, please. Hmm?”

Olivia blinked twice. Her heart painfully pounded in her chest upon seeing a different side of Maxen. She thought, maybe she went overboard with her innocent jestingbecause what she saw in his face wasn’t anger nor jealousy but hurt, inferiority even.

“Baby,” she called out. She seldomly called him that way, and when she does, it’s either she wanted something from him or she did something wrong that she had to butter him up a little. Tipping his face, she came clean, “I didn’t know. I swear.”

“Olivia.” Her name came out as a whisper from his lips. Smiling at her, albeit short and brief. Maxen uttered, “You’re too perfect for me.” His hand cupped her face, the pad of his thumbs brush on her cheeks.

On instinct, Olivia closed her eyes indulging at the warmth of his touch. “Sometimes I ask myself if I deserve someone like you.”

“Yes, you do,” she replied, her lips curled up into a smile.

His thumb travelled from her cheeks to her lips, parting it open for him, a low gasp escaped her pretty mouth.