I don’t bother knocking as I enter, shoulders back and prepared for everything.
Malakai’s eyes snap to me and then run the length of me, and I swear I see his shoulders lower, as if he’s just let out a shit ton of tension that’s been harboring in his body since this morning.
“Olivia,” He says my name fondly and I try to hide the way it surprises me and affects me. I like how it sounds. Which only means trouble.
The woman in the room is one I recognize, with her strawberry blonde hair and upturned nose. She’s very pretty, lithe, and expensive looking and she looks down her nose at me, eyes in slits.
“Regina was just leaving,” he says, pointedly looking at the other woman.
My brow quirks when her lips turn up, her scathing look probably an attempt to intimidate me but she won’t catch me off guard again, not like at the wedding.
I didn’t figure I’d ever see her again but clearly; I wouldn’t be so lucky.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Malakai,” shesays to him softly, fluttering her lashes before she turns for the door. I step to the side when she clearly has no intention of going around me, and while I have no issues slapping a bitch, I refuse to fight this woman over a fucking man. I don’t even know her, and she doesn’t know me.
“Tomorrow?” I face Malakai when I know she’ll be away from the room and not in earshot.
He sighs heavily, “She will be at the event.”
“Wonderful,” I say sarcastically. “Better keep her away from the red wine. She seems a little clumsy.”
His mouth quirks up at the side, “I didn’t hear you get home.”
“Entertaining guests will do that,” I lick my teeth, this unwelcome feeling in my stomach making me feel a little sick. I am not jealous. What is there to be jealous of?
Other than the fact that she clearly wants him and seems much better suited for him than I ever will be. She’ll probably be the perfect little wife Malakai wants.
“You know what?” I click my fingers, turning for the door, “I just realized I forgot something at the hotel. Bye!”
“Olivia,” Malakai’s stern voice stiffens my spine. “Eyes on me, kitten.”
I huff out a breath and plaster a smile on my face, “Yes?”
“Are you jealous?”
I narrow my eyes, “Me? Jealous?” I scoff. “No.”
He cocks his head as if he’s studying me, the move animalistic. “Did another man touch you today?”
“What!?” I snap my head back.
“You look good enough to eat, Olivia. Any man would want you.”
“Stop it.” I face him fully, “Firstly I wouldn’tletanother man touch me. Secondly, there is such a thing as decency and respect. I haven’t left the hotel once today and everyone knows me there.”
“Okay.”
I roll my eyes, “You’re such a control freak, you know that?”
He nods, “Yes, I know.”
“Okay good, at least you’re not delusional.”
“You have an attitude.” He leans back in his chair, “Need to fight it out?”
My teeth grind.
“Come here.” He orders.
