“You can’t have Dennis take me everywhere. I want to drive the Maserati.”
“Absolutely not.”
She pouts, “We’re married. You have to let me.”
I chuckle, “No, I don’t.” I start to walk toward the door, “I’ll grab a shower in another room. See youdownstairs for breakfast.”
Olivia joins me in the kitchen sometime later with a pout on her face. She’s dressed impeccably in an all-black pant suit, the blazer is over sized and done up at the middle, but she’s wearing this lacy little thing underneath, teasing her cleavage. She’s slicked back her hair severely, letting her ponytail fall down her back, dead straight and tempting to wrap around my fist. All in all, she doesn’t look like the woman I had thoroughly fucked on the bed this morning, all limp and sated.
“You’re not wearing that.”
Her eyes burn where they touch me, a glower on her face, “And fuck you too.”
“I’m serious.”
“So am I.”
She smiles at Louis gratefully as he passes her a bowl of berries and yogurt before she scowls again in my direction.
“Get changed.” I demand.
“No.” She spoons some yogurt into her mouth before she takes a sip of her coffee and checks the time on her watch. She quickens her eating, before she downs the rest of her coffee. “I’ve gotta run. Nail appointment to catch.”
“Olivia,” I warn.
“Have a good day, darling,” she flutters her lashes as she makes a move for the door. I’m going after her inthe next breath.
“You’re showing everything,” I growl.
“Like a give a single fuck,” She snatches away from my hand, “Stop fucking trying to control me.”
My nostrils flare, “I don’t want every man looking at you, Olivia.”
She scoffs, “So what if they look?” She quirks a brow, “What does it matter?”
“You’re mine.”
“And if another woman looks at you?” She flicks her eyes up and down me, “There’s plenty of women who love a man in a suit. Go change.”
I open my mouth and then snap it shut.
“Exactly,” She clicks her fingers, “Your argument is invalid and honestly, annoying. You don’t get to tell me what to do, Malakai and you need to get over that.”
“Just do up another button,” I compromise but she slaps my hands away when I reach for the blazer.
“Be a good boy,” She pats my hand, “And try not to think about all the men getting an eyeful of my tits, and maybe I’ll let you fuck me again.”
“Olivia,” I rasp.
“Have the day you deserve, Malakai.”
And then she walks out with me watching after her. Fuck me sideways, that woman will be the death of me.
I trudge back into the kitchen pinching the bridge of my nose. Louis looks away immediately, filling upmy coffee mug before he busies himself with food prep.
“Your wife ever do as you ask her?” I ask the man.
“Nope,” He laughs, “I stopped trying. But I do know you shouldn’t tell your wife what to wear.”
