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. She let go, lying back as she glanced around.

Elvis supported her, pulling her to his chest. "What are you looking at?"

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

Elvis pursed his reddish lips, a little unhappy. "You have to talk to me 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 truly didn't understand her. She had seemed fine before his business trip. Since his return, she'd repeatedly asked him to find other women.

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

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

Elvis looked at her. "Well, I was in a bad mood. I was here playing cards all night."

Olive noticed the bloodshot corners of his narrow eyes. He hadn't slept in two days. KissLand bar, a Heaven's family property, had provided him 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. Olive quickly grasped 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's approach was tentative, but seeing her acquiescence, he kissed her eye, then her nose.

Olive's hands slid to the leather button on his waist. "This... can't be opened," she murmured.

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

Elvis leaned forward. Olive burst into loud laughter, a prolonged, joyous sound. Elvis realized he'd been tricked; she could unbuckle the belt, but hadn't wanted to.

He reached out, pressing her shoulders to stop her laughter. His eyes darkened.

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

He stiffened. "Sorry for what?"

"I'm sorry I stained your pants," Olive mumbled.

Elvis's face darkened further. He pulled her into his arms. "Olive, you dare to flirt with me?"

Feeling his genuine anger, she dared not offend him. Placing his hands on her stomach, she said, "I'm sorry for being annoying, don't be upset. My stomach just aches."

His anger seemed to subside. His hands massaged her flat abdomen. "Does it hurt?"

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

"Go on."

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

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

Olive broke free from his embrace, sat up, and kicked him playfully. "Mr. Augustine, I'm really bothering you. Good night."

Elvis sat up as well. Her kick was harmless, like a kitten's paw. He caught her slender ankle. "You kick me again?"

Olive quickly withdrew her foot, afraid of provoking him further. Elvis tucked her feet under the quilt, then stood, changed his clothes, and went to get the sanitary pads.

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

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

"Bro, what did you go to buy? Why didn't you just let your men get it?" Harry asked.

Elvis didn't reply.

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 can you buy that?"

Elvis, annoyed by Raven's talkativeness, said, "The bag looks familiar, huh? Have you bought them for a woman before?"

Raven said nothing more. Elvis went upstairs.

"Rave," Harry continued, "Elvis lived here for two days just because he was fighting with Olive. He sulked, then saw her, got happy, and then went to buy her pads. Something's definitely going on…"

Elvis returned to the presidential suite. Olive had already gone to shower.