Chapter 44: I’m Flirting With You Because I Like You

Olive slid to the tiled floor, hugging her knees to her chest. She’d repeatedly reminded herself that her relationship with Elvis was purely contractual. Yet, her mind was consumed by him. Time drifted; silence reigned outside. Were Elvis and Rita already… together? The sadness in Olive’s heart curdled into anger. Why did he constantly unsettle her?

She felt useless, wronged. Elvis had initiated the flirting. Now, with another woman in his home, all she could do was hide? No way! She had to act.

Olive sprang up, opened the door, and stepped out. Reaching the guest room, she knocked lightly. "Open the door! Elvis, Rita, open the door!" She felt a surge of defiant energy.

The door opened, revealing Rita, fresh from a shower, wrapped in a bath towel, her wet, wavy hair framing a striking face. She was breathtakingly attractive. Expecting Elvis, she was met with a furious Olive, and her expression shifted to disdain and impatience.

"What are you doing here?"

"Where's Elvis? Is he inside? Taking a shower? Get out of the way. I want to see him now!"

Rita quickly blocked Olive's path. "You're a maid. Do you think you can see Elvis whenever you please?"

Olive glared, her eyes cold. "Get out of my way. I'll count to three." "One…"

Rita remained unmoved, nudging Olive. "You're crazy! Trying to compete with me for a man? Get lost!"

"Three…" Rita's lack of response prompted Olive to grab Rita's hair, dragging her from the room. Rita shoved back, raising her hand to slap Olive. Olive deftly dodged the blow, seizing Rita's hair and tearing down her towel.

Rita was stunned by Olive's unexpected ferocity. Her scalp burned, her towel gone. She scrambled to cover herself, yelling in protest.

The commotion had drawn the attention of the servants, who gathered, mouths agape. A tall figure appeared in the corridor—Elvis, followed by the butler, Henry. Watching the women grapple, Henry turned to Elvis.

"Young master, Miss Olive is… quite forceful. You should be careful."

Henry quickly covered Rita with a blanket. Humiliated, Rita burst into tears at the sight of Elvis. "Elvis, this maid hit me!"

Elvis, hands in his pockets, remained calm and unwavering. His gaze fell on Olive. "What's going on here?" He sounded like a brother questioning a sibling, but Olive refused to back down, meeting his gaze defiantly.

"She hit me first."

"Then why is she hurt?"

Olive paused. "Who gave her permission to hit me?"

Rita was beside herself. "What the fuck?…"

Elvis frowned. "Come to my study."

Olive followed him.

Elvis stood arms crossed before his desk. "Were you looking for me?"

Olive nodded. "Yes."

"Is something wrong?"

"Rita asked me to buy a condom. I just wanted to ask what size you wear."

Elvis smirked, relaxing. He pulled Olive close, hugging her. "What size do you think I wear?"

Olive frowned. "Here we go again. Why do you always flirt with me?"

"Why do I always flirt with you?" he echoed, amused.

"Why? You hug me, kiss me, sleep with me, take off my mask, even let me touch your waist! You flirt with me daily, then go to another woman. Elvis, I'm not easily bullied. You need to apologize, even if it's meaningless, because I'm moving out tomorrow!"

Olive had seriously considered leaving. Though it promised trouble, it was preferable to her current misery. Elvis watched as her eyes welled, quickly blinked back the tears. He saw her hurt.

"That day, in the hotel, showering during the business trip… I didn't know Rita answered my call. Andrew can confirm that. When I realized you were jealous, I deliberately brought Rita here to make you even more jealous. There's nothing between us," Elvis explained calmly.

Olive stared, dumbfounded. She didn't understand. Elvis felt a pang of pity, his heart softening.

"Olly, I don't like Rita, and I don't want other women. I may be good at flirting, but believe me, it's only you I flirt with."