Chapter 55: Gifting Him a Belt

Old Mrs. Sandwich emerged from the kitchen. "Elvis, Olly, dinner's ready. Elvis? What the heck are you doing? Put Olive down immediately!" The old woman started to chase Elvis, but he'd already carried Olive into the room and closed the door.

Inside the room, Olive hadn't expected another hug. She'd only wanted to hide and scare him. "Mr. Augustine, put me down. I have something to tell you," she muttered quickly.

Elvis's eyes crinkled with a warm, doting smile. "Mrs. Augustine, I don't want to listen now, unless you want to tell me you missed me."

"Mr. Augustine, put me down. I bought you a present," Olive mumbled.

Elvis raised an eyebrow, interested. "Really?"

Olive jumped from his now-loosened embrace. Elvis's back was against the door; he'd just removed his suit jacket, revealing a white shirt and business vest. His waist and long legs could rival those of international models.

Elvis's gaze followed Olive's figure. She wore a small white lace dress adorned with flowers.

He swallowed, tugging at his tie. When Olive looked back, she met his gaze. He looked her up and down, from the crown of her head to the soles of her feet. He licked his lips and tucked his left hand into his trousers.

Olive opened the beautiful box and presented him with the belt she'd chosen. "Hey, Mr. Augustine, this is for you."

Elvis glanced at it. It was a simple yet classy black leather belt—his usual style.

He reached for it. Olive tried to pull her hand back, but Elvis was faster, and she fell into his embrace.

"Mr. Augustine?" she asked, eyes questioning, quickly regaining her composure.

Elvis held both her hands and placed them on the belt around his waist. "Open it. I'll wear your gift now."

He was domineering; he didn't even overtly express his appreciation for her gift.

Olive obediently helped him fasten the belt. His low, magnetic laughter echoed above her. "The last time, you couldn't do this. This time you could. I'm really teaching you things you didn't understand."

Olive glared at him. "Mr. Augustine, you're lecherous."

He enjoyed her displeasure. Her bright, vivid eyes were especially captivating when she was upset.

Olive didn't want to continue the conversation. She finished fastening the belt, nodding in satisfaction. "It's so beautiful." He looked good in any belt.

"What did you mean by gifting me a belt? Is someone trying to tie me down?"

"Wrong," Olive shook her head. She grabbed the belt and pulled him closer. Raising her chin, she said, "I only gave you a belt because I thought you'd love it."

Elvis's eyes darkened. His large hand pressed her shoulder, pushing her onto the bed. Olive landed on the soft surface, her silk dress scattering around her. She sat up and kissed his cheek softly.

"Mr. Augustine, you're really good."

Elvis removed the mask from her face. He cupped her face and kissed her lips. Olive knew he liked her face very much; he was almost infatuated with it. She turned her head slightly, avoiding his kisses.

He raised his eyelids and asked in a hoarse voice, "What's wrong? Didn't you miss me?"

His voice seemed to mesmerize her. She leaned back. "Mr. Augustine, you scared me a little."

He placed his hands on her sides, looking down at her. "Close your eyes if you're afraid," he murmured.

Olive quickly closed her eyes. Elvis touched the small golden purse in her pocket. He retrieved it, asking, "What's this?"

Olive quickly pulled out the purse. "This is what Grandma took to church to pray about. Her prayer list is inside."

Elvis noticed the word "Augustine" on the purse.

"Understood?" Olive asked, clutching the purse protectively. All she had to do was cherish it.

She started to put it away, but felt Elvis kissing her passionately.

The next morning, Olive awoke to her phone ringing. She reached for it on the pillow. "Hello?"

A sweet voice answered, "Olive, it's Pamela."

Olive's eyes widened. The bright morning light streamed through the curtains, warming the room. Her drowsiness vanished instantly, and she murmured, "Pamela, you're back!"

Pamela smiled gently. "Yeah, Olive, I'm back. It's been ten years since we last met. It's been a long time."