Chapter 533
Does it hurt? Bear it. It was so scary, Aunty Layla thought. Forget it, she won’t mind menopause! With Olive’s care, little Nathan quickly fell asleep. Olive returned to her room and took a hot shower, but soon discovered she didn’t have her pajamas. She dried herself, wrapped in a large towel, and went to her dressing table, using a hair dryer on her long, wet hair. Then, her phone rang; a message from Elvis: “Are you coming, or should I…?” Olive’s slender eyelashes trembled; she didn’t reply. Only then did she realize Elvis had texted an hour earlier, “Have you showered yet?” It was past seven; wasn’t he working in his study? Aunty Layla and Nathan were still awake.
Olive bit her lip. A soft click announced the opening of her door. Startled, she turned to see Elvis. She hadn’t expected him so soon. He’d just finished bathing too, wearing navy blue silk pajamas, his body fragrant with the scent of water. He stopped before her, looking her up and down. Wrapped in a towel, her pink neck, delicate collarbones, and shoulders were visible, her long hair cascading down, her skin glowing. She was a captivating temptress, fresh from her bath. Seeing her like this, Elvis's impatient frown softened slightly.
He took the hair dryer from her hand, tossing it onto the vanity, then grabbed her arm and pulled her onto his lap. She landed unsteadily against his hard, bronze-like arm. “Who told you to bathe Nathan?” he demanded.
Olive looked up, eyes clear. Elvis pursed his lips. “Nathan is a boy; his body is developing. Is it appropriate for you to bathe him?” Olive’s pupils shrank. “Nathan is still a child…” she began.
“He’s a child, so what? Olive, men and women are different. You can’t bathe him again! If you like bathing others, why not bathe me? We’ll bathe together!”
Confused, Olive pressed her small hand against his chest. “Elvis, let me go… hmm!” He bent to kiss her. Unprepared, she kissed him passively, feeling his impatience as he bit her lip. “Elvis…”
He grabbed her waist and pushed her back against the dressing table, sending its contents tumbling to the floor. As she started to struggle, he lifted her onto the table, his fingers threading through her hair. He held her face, eyes sharp, piercing, as if seeing into her soul. “Did Derrick call you?”
He was tracking her phone! “Why are you looking at me like that? Afraid I’ll hurt your Derrick?” he mocked. “Tell him to hide, to run. If he angers me, I’ll destroy him.”
Olive’s heart sank. His hatred for her and Derrick was terrifying. He probably believed they were having an affair. He kissed her cheek, then lower… Olive tried to move, but his hoarse warning stopped her: “If you move, I’ll tie you up.” His eyes blazed with a dangerous light, fueled by hatred and passion. She didn't doubt him; he would.
He tore the towel from her body. His lips pressed against her ear, his voice rough: “Aren’t you and Derrick husband and wife? Have you slept together in the last three years? How?” Olive grasped his arm. Many mothers aren't healthy after childbirth, affecting their later married life. They are timid and resistant. But Elvis wouldn’t let her go, and soon pain shot through her. Her nails drew blood on his arm.
He closed his eyes, hiding the red in them, burying his face in her hair. “No wonder… the boss at the Emperor’s Club said you were a virgin. Could it be Derrick…? No.”
Olive’s face flushed crimson then paled. Men at the Emperor’s Club had discussed her so shamelessly! She cried out, “Elvis, it hurts…”
He hugged her cruelly. “Does it hurt? Bear it.”
Aunty Layla, waking for a drink, paused outside Olive’s door, hearing the commotion within. Olive’s broken cries of “Elvis… Elvis…” were followed by Elvis’s hoarse gasp: “It’s a summoning. I was almost summoned by you!”
Aunty Layla was stunned. She’d witnessed their flirtation but hadn’t expected this. If little Nathan knew his father and teacher were together… She was a servant, unable to interfere, and hurried back to her room. Elvis finally released Olive…