Chapter 55: Gift Him a Belt

Old Mrs. Sandwich emerged from the kitchen. "Elvis, Olly, dinner's ready. Elvis? What the heck are you doing? Put Olive down quickly!" The old woman started to chase Elvis, but he had already carried Olive into the room and closed the door.

Olive hadn't expected another hug. She'd only wanted to hide and scare him. "Mr. Augustine, put me down. I have something to tell you," she muttered quickly.

Elvis's eyes crinkled with a warm smile. "Mrs. Augustine, I'm not interested unless you want to tell me you missed me."

"Mr. Augustine, put me down. I bought you a present," Olive mumbled.

Elvis raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

Olive jumped from his now-loosened embrace. His back was against the door; he'd just removed his suit jacket, revealing a white shirt and business vest. His waist and long legs could rival those of an international model.

Elvis's gaze followed Olive's figure. She wore a small white lace dress adorned with flowers. He rolled his Adam's apple and adjusted his tie.

When Olive looked back, she met his gaze. He scrutinized her from head to toe. He licked his lower lip and tucked his left hand into his trousers.

Olive opened the beautiful box and presented him with the belt she'd chosen. "Hey, Mr. Augustine, this is for you."

Elvis glanced at the simple yet classy black leather belt—his usual style. He reached for it. Olive tried to withdraw her hand, but Elvis was quicker, pulling her into his embrace.

"Mr. Augustine?" Olive asked, her eyes questioning, quickly regaining her composure.

Elvis held her hands, placing them on the belt around his waist. "Open it. I'll wear your gift now." He was undeniably domineering, not overtly expressing his appreciation for the gift.

Olive obediently helped him fasten the belt. His low, magnetic laughter resonated above her. "The last time, you couldn't do this. This time you could. I'm really teaching you things you didn't understand."

Olive glared at him. "Mr. Augustine, you're lecherous."

He enjoyed her displeasure. Her clear eyes were bright and vivid. She didn't want to continue the conversation, so she finished fastening the belt, nodding in satisfaction. "It's so beautiful." He looked good in any belt.

"What did you mean by gifting me a belt? Is someone trying to tie me down?"

"Wrong," Olive shook her head. She grabbed the belt and pulled him down. Raising her chin, she said, "I only gave you a belt because I thought you'd love it."

Elvis's eyes darkened. His hand pressed her shoulder, pushing her onto the bed. Her silk dress scattered around her as she collapsed. She raised herself and kissed his cheek softly. "Mr. Augustine, you're really good."

Elvis removed her mask, cupping her face and kissing her lips. She knew he admired her face, almost infatuated by it. She turned her head, avoiding his kisses.

He raised his eyelids, his voice hoarse. "What's wrong? Didn't you miss me?"

His voice seemed to enchant her. She shifted back. "Mr. Augustine, you scared me a little."

He placed his hands on her sides, looking down at her. "Close your eyes if you're afraid," he murmured.

Olive quickly closed her eyes. Elvis touched the golden purse in her pocket. He retrieved it. "What's this?"

Olive quickly produced the purse. "This is what Grandma took to church to pray about. Her prayer list is inside."

Elvis noticed the name "Augustine" on the purse.

"Understood?" Olive asked, clutching the purse protectively. She cherished it, a precious gift.

As she started to put the purse away, she felt Elvis's passionate kiss.

The next morning, Olive awoke to her phone's ringtone. She answered, "Hello?"

A sweet voice replied, "Olive, it's me, Pamela."

Olive's eyes widened. The morning light streamed through the curtains, warming the room. Her drowsiness vanished instantly. "Pamela, you're back!" she whispered.

Pamela smiled gently. "Yeah, Olive, I'm back. It's been ten years since we last met. It's been a long time."