I glare at him but he just shrugs, “It’ll do no good.” He continues, “And she’ll only wear something worse just to piss you off.”
Yeah, I could see Olivia doing that.
“Fuck me.” I grumble.
“She’s your partner, no?” Louis continues. “You compromise.”
“Olivia isn’t the type to compromise.” Neither was I to be honest. I like things my way or no way at all. Everything is controlled, precise, planned out. But she came in and blew it all up.
“Miss Olivia is a very sweet woman,” Louis continues, “She has big feelings.”
I grunt noncommittedly and finish my coffee.
And then I spend the rest of my day tryingnotto think of all the men looking atmy wife. I had a feeling if I knew just how many even dared, I’d be digging a lot of graves.
Chapter Thirty-six
My nails match the red color of my dress perfectly, and with the event happening tomorrow, I’m now back at the hotel approving the final decoration.
Everything is set up exactly as I had designed. Black silk drapes along every wall, interweaved with splashes of red. The ceiling has been transformed and now gothic style black chandeliers hang from it. There’s a DJ booth set up in the corner and a large space reserved for dancing, but the rest of the space is filled with round tables. Large bouquets of red roses center the tables along with white pillar candles and black tablecloths.
I wanted something different for the event, it’s always black tie and so pompous I never enjoy the evenings. But this room, looking a little gloomy with all the black provides the perfect atmosphere.
Happy with how it looks, I lock up the room and decide to call it a day. I won’t be back here tomorrow until the event begins and was planning on gettingready with Willow.
Dennis is waiting beyond the doors for me, and I give him a grin when he opens the door, “Mrs. Farrow,” He greets.
I’ve given up trying to get him to call me Olivia.
He’s much too professional to do it.
“Hello, Dennis,” I say when he’s in the front seat.
“Home?” He asks.
“Sure,” I settle into the back seats for the journey back, my stomach knotting in anticipation. After waking up Malakai this morning by sucking his dick and then getting fucked by him, only to be followed by yet another argument, I was a little nervous to see him.
I don’t think they’ll ever be a day we don’t get into some kind of fight and after his controlling ass this morning trying to make me change, I want to fuck with him some more.
He doesn’t get to tell me what to wear. Ever.
And punishing him for it needs to be more than ketchup in his shoes or cutting the buttons off his shirts. No, this one needs to hurt him a little.
And I have the perfect idea for it.
Dennis pulls through the gates and drives up to the house, getting out once he’s parked to open my door for me.
“Is he home?” I ask.
His chin dips with a nod.
I wave him goodbye and head into the house, eyes already searching for him but when I don’t find him in any of the rooms, I figure he’ll be in the drawing room.
I head that way but the closer I get, the more I hear voices.
Namely a female voice.
Interesting.
