Chapter 36: Kicking Him

Olive was in a hurry. "Let me study it," she said. "It can't be opened."

A low, magnetic voice sounded above her. "Slow down. What are you anxious about?"

Olive's fingers froze. She quickly looked up at him. Sitting on the bed, her small hands still fumbled with his belt buckle, she let go and lay back, glancing around. Elvis supported her, pulling her to his chest.

"What are you looking at?" he asked.

"I'm trying to see if there's any trace of a woman in this room—and is this bed clean?"

Elvis pursed his reddish lips, a little unhappy. "You have to talk about this? Last time, you told me to find other women. Just because I haven't mentioned it doesn't mean I'm not still angry."

He didn't understand her. She'd been fine before his business trip, but since his return, she'd repeatedly asked him to find other women.

His presidential suite was spotless. There was no sign of another woman; his coat hung neatly. It was clear he'd been there for two days.

"You've been living here for two days?" Olive asked.

Elvis looked at her. "I was in a bad mood. I played cards all night."

Olive noticed bloodshot eyes; he clearly hadn't slept in two days. KissLand bar, a Heaven's family property, had provided him with a suitable suite. Aside from working on his laptop, Elvis had only smoked and played poker for forty-eight hours.

Olive's eyelashes fluttered. She wanted to say something, but the words caught in her throat. Elvis raised a hand to remove her mask. She quickly grabbed his hand.

"What are you doing? Haven't you seen it already?"

"It was too fast. I didn't see it clearly. Can I see your face again?"

Olive shook her head. "No."

Elvis didn't press her. She lay on the bed, her raven hair scattered on the snow-white pillowcase. He lowered his eyes and gently kissed her forehead.

Olive clutched his shirt, offering no resistance. Elvis was tentative, but seeing her compliance, he kissed her eye and then her nose. Olive's hand slid to the leather button on his waist.

"Thiscan't be opened," she murmured.

"This is very easy to open." With a click, he unbuttoned it himself. His movements were less calm now; he seemed impatient.

He leaned forward. Olive burst into loud laughter, a long, unrestrained peal. Elvis realized he'd been tricked; she could have unbuckled the belt but hadn't wanted to. He pressed her shoulders to stop her laughter.

"You're playing with me, right?"

Olive stopped laughing, furrowing her brows. Elvis's eyes darkened.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Augustine," she mumbled.

Elvis stiffened. "Sorry for what?"

"I'm sorry I stained your pants," she whispered.

His face darkened. He pulled her into his arms. "Olive, you dare to flirt with me?"

Sensing his anger, she didn't dare offend him. She placed his hands on her stomach. "I'm sorry for being annoying. Don't be upset. My stomach aches."

Her words seemed to soothe him. He massaged her flat abdomen. "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt, but I feel bloated and uncomfortable. Mr. Augustine, I need a favor."

"Go on."

"Can you buy me a pack of… sanitary pads?"

Elvis scowled. He'd never bought such a thing. "No, I'm not going."

Olive broke free, sat up, and kicked him. "Mr. Augustine, I'm really bothering you. Goodbye."

He sat up as well. Her kick was harmless, like a kitten's claws. He gently tucked her feet under the quilt, then stood, changed clothes, and went to get the sanitary pads.

Raven, recently returned from a business trip, had just arrived at KissLand bar. Harry greeted him, recounting the events in the game lounge. "Rave, do you think the bro's girl is pretty or ugly?"

Before Raven could reply, Elvis returned, looking extraordinarily handsome in a white shirt and hooded overcoat, a bag in his hand.

"Bro, what did you buy? Why didn't you send someone else?" Harry asked.

Elvis didn't answer. Raven glanced at the bag and muttered, "Is that a woman's sanitary napkin?"

Harry gasped. "What? Bro, who are you buying pads for? Your sister-in-law? How could you buy that?"

Annoyed by Raven's talkativeness, Elvis retorted, "The bag looks familiar, huh? Have you ever bought them for a woman?"

Raven fell silent. Elvis went upstairs.

"Rave," Harry mused, "Elvis stayed here for two days because he was fighting with Olive. He sulked, then saw her, got happy, and went to buy her pads. Something's definitely going on…" (Plonaire Husband/Update Daily)

Elvis returned to the presidential suite. Olive was already in the bathroom showering.