Page 80 of Loving Olivia


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“Olivia?”

“V-victor.” Her voice is shaky. “I…” She stops speaking. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

“What is it, baby? Are you hurt?” I walk over to the bar and grab my car keys. Putting my hand over the speaker and looking at Lee. “I have to go. Take over.”

“No. I got flowers.” It’s all she says. My mind is racing a mile a minute, trying to put together what she’s not saying. I jump in my car, turning it over and pulling out into traffic. Someone honks at me for cutting them off, but I don’t give a fuck. “He sent me flowers.”

My heart stops beating, then takes off like a stallion racing at the Kentucky Derby.Son of a bitch. I’m going to kill him.I slam my hand into the steering wheel.

“He found me, Victor. What am I going to do?” She sounds so small and scared.

“Listen to me, treasure. You’re safe. James is in the lobby. Lane is watching the building.”Did either of them see who brought the flowers?“I’m on my way. I won’t let him touch you. I will fucking kill him.”

She sucks in a shuddering breath. “Okay,” she whispers. “Can you stay on the phone until you get here?”

“Of course. I’m not going anywhere. Will Lincoln let you off work early?” I ask.

It takes her a moment to answer. “They were delivered in the middle of a meeting. I knew they were from him right away. Oh, god.”

“Shhh, we can talk later. I’m pulling on the street now.”

The entire time I keep my eyes on a swivel looking for Donovan’s car, but don’t see it. Of course, the coward wouldn’t show his fucking face knowing I have my men all around her. I can’t wait to watch him take his last breath.

Chapter forty-eight

Olivia

Istare at the note, unable to look away. How long has he known I’ve been here? How long has he been watching me? My fingers are trembling so badly I have to sit on them. Caroline walks into my office with a bottle of water.

“Here you go. Did you get in touch with Victor?”

I take a swallow from the bottle of water. “Yes,” I answer. We just hung up because he said he had just parked.

She eyes me curiously and I know she’s wondering about us, but she doesn’t ask. I look at the note again, but before I can read the terrifying words for the thousandth time, there’s another knock on the door. Caroline turns, then opens it. Victor walks in and I slump in relief.

He doesn’t give Caroline a glance, but he does give the flowers on my desk a death glare. In two long strides, he’s kneeling in front of me, grasping my face. “Dolce ragazza?” I don’t carewhat Caroline thinks, but there’s a soft click indicating she’s left and closed my door. I lean my forehead against his.

“I’m scared,” I whisper. My heart is beating so hard in my chest it feels like I might pass out.

“I know, but I promise. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Staring into his green eyes, I finally nod, choosing to trust him. “Thank you for coming.”

My insides are still quivering, but the calmness only he can bring is seeping into my body, and I can finally breathe again. He stands quickly, places his hands under my arms, lifts me, then turns so he’s sitting in my chair and I’m straddling his lap.

He yanks my arms behind my back, and I swallow. “Why would you thank me for coming?”

Swallowing, I’m confused by his sudden change in demeanor. His grip is tight on my wrists, but he’s not hurting me. “W-what did I do wrong?” My stomach clenches at his obvious disappointment.

He sighs before releasing my wrists, rubbing his palms up and down my arms. “I am your Dom, treasure. You did the right thing in calling me. You don’t have to thank me for coming.”

Looking down, I fold my lips between my teeth. “I’m sorry. I just…” I shrug. “I know you have your manager meetings on Tuesdays.” He cups my jaw with the palm of his hand and lifts my face until I’m looking at him.

“You are more important, treasure. I don’t care if I was meeting with the President of the United States or the King of England. I would have left just like I left that meeting.” My heart flutters at his declaration. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” He moves his palm to the back of my head and massages my scalp.

“Good girl. Now tell me what happened.”