“Olivia!” He roars.
A quick giggle leaves me as I sprint toward the door,throwing it open and slamming right into a hard chest.
I fall back, landing on my ass in the doorway as I stare up at Dennis.
“Mrs. Farrow?”
“Dennis!” I rush, getting back to my feet, “Just the person. I need to go into the city.”
He nods but doesn’t move.
“Now?” I urge him.
“Sorry Mrs. Farrow, I’m here for Abe.”
“Okay but can I come with you? You can just drop me off.”
He shakes his head and looks behind me, dipping his chin in greeting as I feel the press of a warm chest to my spine. A hand curls around my shoulder.
“My grandfather is in the kitchen. Go ahead and collect him, Dennis.”
With a gentle hand, Malakai pulls me back and out of the way so Dennis can enter and when we’re alone, I feel him lean in.
“Ketchup, really?” He says close to my ear. “Do you live to fuck with me, kitten?”
“I did promise I would,” I whisper, breath caught in my throat as his scent invades my senses.
“You owe me a new pair of shoes.”
“I’m sure you can afford another pair.”
“I can,” He agrees, “But payback is making you come with me to get some.”
“What!?” I spin, “No!”
“Let’s go, kitten.” He grasps my hand and yanks me toward the door and despite me fighting him, he’s stronger than me and far more determined. We head around the building, my legs going twice as fast as his as I try to keep up with his pace, his grip firm but not hard. He stops at the row of garages, pressing his thumb to the keypad and one of the doors begins to slide up.
“Get in the car, Olivia,” He demands, dragging me toward the matte black Maserati sitting pretty in the garage.
Malakai opens the passenger door and then stares at me blankly, waiting for me to climb in. “You’re such a prick.” I snap at him but climb in, crossing my arms as I watch him walk around the hood and get in beside me.
He starts the engine, the purr echoing inside the garage. It’s sleek and modern inside, the chairs comfortable as I sink into them, keeping my eyes forward.
“Seatbelt.” He orders.
I ignore him.
“Seat. Belt.” He grinds out.
I flip him the finger.
“You’re such a fucking brat!” He growls, suddenly leaning over me as he grasps my belt and yanks it over me. I fight him, but he doesn’t relent, his body pressing against mine, his mouth close.
“Malakai!” I yell but he doesn’t stop until it’s buckled and then he grabs it, pulling it tight to pin me to the chair.
“One fucking day, kitten,” He rasps, his lips a mere inch from mine, blue eyes burning, breath whispering against my skin, “One fucking day, I’m going to punish you for pushing me. Have you spread across my lap as I tan your ass red.”
My breath ceases to exist, eyes widening as heat pools hot and heavy between my legs.
