The Substitute Bride: Doted by My Billionaire Husband by Sumpto Midway

Chapter 9: Sleeping With Her

Elvis's pupils constricted. He silently retrieved a first-aid kit from a drawer, removed some cotton wool, dipped it in methylated spirits, and cleaned her wound. "See? This is the consequence of making me say it three times."

Olive glared at his cold jaw. "Mr. Augustine, is domestic abuse your idea of a consequence?"

Elvis bound her arm. In a soothing tone, he said, "You knew I could be violent, yet you still came. Are you that brave?"

"Mr. Augustine, others may be afraid of you, but I'm not."

Elvis paused, looking at her small, vulnerable face. "Go. Leave me alone."

He helped her up. Olive quickly wrapped her arms around his muscular waist.

Elvis froze. Her body felt bonelessly soft. He inhaled her pleasant scent, his nerves slowly relaxing.

Whispering in his embrace, Olive said, "Mr. Augustine, you don't need to be alone. Let me keep you company."

The sinister veins in his neck slowly receded, the terrifying gloom in his eyes vanishing. He wrapped his arms around her, pressing his face into her soft hair. Her scent reminded him of strawberry jam; she smelled sweetly of dessert.

Olive hugged him quietly for a moment, then moved her hands to caress his shoulders. "If you're still uncomfortable, go ahead and bite me."

"Bite you? Aren't you afraid of pain?"

"What I mean is" Olive stood on tiptoe and bit deeply into his shoulder—a swift, ruthless bite. Blood quickly seeped through his white shirt. She'd almost torn his flesh.

The sudden pain tensed Elvis's muscles. He hugged her tighter, stepping back until she fell onto the sofa.

"Mrs. Augustine, are you seeking revenge?" Elvis pinned her to the sofa.

"You hurt me. Now we're even." She tried to stand, but he held her down. Their posture was undeniably ambiguous.

Elvis stared at her as if she were delicious prey.

"Mr. Augustine, what are you doing?"

"You smell wonderful. I asked before, but you didn't tell me your perfume."

"I don't wear perfume. You keep asking; I suspect you're flirting."

Elvis found her eyes even more captivating. "You're very clever." He closed his eyes and kissed her forehead gently. "Does it hurt? I'm sorry."

"We're even. No apology needed. Mr. Augustine, I should go."

Olive placed her hands on his chest, pushing him away, but he didn't move. He cupped her face, his hands sliding through her black hair, his lips brushing her forehead.

Olive trembled, unable to move. Their breaths mingled. As he leaned closer, she quickly and neatly pierced his arm with a silver needle.

Elvis's eyes snapped shut; he collapsed beside her. Olive gazed at the chandelier, then forcibly closed her eyes. He'd wanted to kiss her

She needed to control herself. Their relationship was contractual; she was there for a reason and shouldn't be captivated by him.

She tried to get up, but a strong arm encircled her. She looked at him; he was still asleep. She wanted to break free, but his grip was strong, and she feared waking him. She lay still.

The study's sofa was small, making their proximity cramped. After a while, her phone rang. Initially, she hesitated, but seeing her father's name, she answered.

"Hello, Dad."

"Olive, what happened today? President Ronald promised capital for our medical center, but I heard you offended him. Apologize, or you'll answer to me!" Patrick reprimanded.

"Dad, didn't Monica tell you what happened? If you knew his 'capital injection' involved raping your daughter, would you still want it?" Olive challenged.

Monica interjected, "Patrick, I sent Olive to Mr. Ronald. Hart's Medical has supply chain issues and needs capital urgently. Olive's family, so I thought she'd do the honors."

Olive sneered, finding Monica's words repulsive. "Mother, you have two daughters—Gabriella and Pamela. They're all Hart family; why not let them 'do the honors'?"

Monica's demeanor changed at the mention of Pamela. The Harts were scholars and medical professionals. Pamela, a passionate doctor since childhood, was Patrick's favorite. She was beautiful, a leading Los Angeles socialite, a combination of brains and beauty—the reason Monica held her prominent position.

Olive and Pamela had been childhood friends, but after ten years apart, Olive had lost her competitive edge.

"Patrick, did you hear her humiliate Pamela?"

Patrick was clearly upset. "Olive, be at Kiss Land bar tomorrow at 7:30 pm to see Mr. Ronald."