Chapter 474: Olive Takes Action

Olive reached out, touching his strong chest, wanting to push him away because she could hardly breathe. Elvis wrapped her small hand in his palm, dragging it down to the black belt around his waist. Olive quickly withdrew her hand, as if shocked. Elvis closed his eyes, breaking the kiss. He buried his head in her long hair, taking a deep breath. "Olive," he said, "you hesitated. Your hesitation gave me reason to pause."

Olive remained still. Elvis opened his eyes and stood up. "Go to sleep. I'll take a shower." He walked to the bathroom, raising his fingers to unbutton his shirt. Two buttons loosened, revealing his collarbone. It was fine if she didn't want to kiss him; once she did, his desire would be uncontrollable.

He suddenly heard footsteps. Olive ran over and hugged his waist from behind. Elvis froze, touching her hands, rubbing them gently. "Olive, are you testing my self-control?"

Olive shook her head. "No."

Elvis turned, his eyes filled with lust. He raised her chin. "Olive, don't try me. I won't let you go."

Olive trembled. "Elvis, you're all bark and no bite."

Elvis took a deep breath. He lowered his waist, lifting her onto his shoulders and throwing her onto the bed. Olive was startled, covering her stomach. Elvis's body pressed down. "Olive, you brought this on yourself. Who told you to flirt with me?" He kissed her fiercely.

Olive pressed against his chest, her fingers curling around his neck. They changed positions. She kissed him back; the more she imitated his actions, the faster he breathed. Elvis clasped her waist, sliding his palms through her hair, letting her lie down. He straightened, hugging her and kissing her again.

"Really?" Olive gazed at his handsome face. "I'm feeling a little sick, so relax." Elvis was dominant, but she feared hurting the child. He let go of her lips, pressing his nose against her face, kissing her intimately. She did look a little sick, but softer, more beautiful. He kissed her gently. "Understood. I'll be more gentle."

Late at night, Olive looked at Elvis, already asleep. While he'd been with her, she'd given him an injection. She caressed his face, with nostalgia and reluctance. "Mr. Augustine," she whispered, "I'm sorry, I'm leaving. After I leave, you can get rid of Crystal."

Olive left his embrace, sat up, and dressed. She kissed his forehead, opened the door, and walked out.

In the hallway, Peterson was instantly alert. During her grounding, Olive had been compliant. He knew that if anything happened to her, Elvis would deal with him; his life depended on her safety. "Miss Hart, why are you out so late? Where's the boss?" he asked calmly.

Olive's expression was indifferent. She placed her hand in her hoodie pocket. "He's asleep." Peterson saw a hickey on her neck. "Miss Hart, since young master is asleep, why aren't you?" he implied she should go to bed.

"I need to deal with something," Olive replied, starting to leave.

Peterson stopped her. "Miss Hart, this isn't good. Young master said you can't move around..."

Olive looked at him. "Your boss has me grounded. I can't leave this resort. You guys follow me constantly, Ray's like my shadow. You're watching me twenty-four seven. Your colleagues are everywhere. Are you still afraid I'll fly away?"

Since Olive was his master's favorite, he knew better than to offend her. "It's okay, Miss Hart. I'm sorry for stopping you."

Olive walked away silently, Peterson following.

Mr. Mason couldn't sleep. Something had happened on his territory, and he needed to explain to Elvis. He interrogated the waiter overnight. Charlotte, also unable to sleep, stayed with him. Mr. Mason sat in his chair, the frightened waiter kneeling before him. "Miss Charlotte, please save me. You asked me to drug President Augustine."

Charlotte trembled, looking at the waiter in disbelief. Before the interrogation even began, she'd been betrayed. Mr. Mason smashed his coffee cup against the wall, glaring at Charlotte angrily. "Charlotte, what's going on?" he demanded.