Olivia's POV
"What do you mean?" I asked with my lips trembling
"Mom has Leukaemia Olivia, the torture is too much already just talk to her, these are her last days on earth"
Anna's words pierced through my soul like a sharp knife. I hadn't forgiven my Mom but I never wanted her dead. I felt so guilty for not forgiving her after four years of losing Dad.
"Mom made a grave mistake and she apologized but you never gave her a room to correct her wrongs" Everybody makes mistakes Olivia. Do you think Dad would be happy with the way you've been ignoring her?"
At this point, Anna needed to shut up. Not because she was blabbing but because I felt guilt and pain run down my spine. I felt wicked and evil. I couldn't control the tears rushing out from my eyes
"Cancer" kept ringing in my head. "Why didn't you say anything?"
I ran towards Anna throwing my hands at her and crying helplessly. The tears were uncomfortable.
"Why?, why?" I kept asking as I rolled on the floor crying profusely
"Cause I know you'd react this way. You're so soft and I knew this news would break you" Anna explained as she tried to get me off the floor
She hugged me really tight. I could feel her breasts vibrating and hear the sounds of her breath run faster.
"Livvy,I hate to see you this way," she said patting my back and rubbing my head trying to console me
"Let's make her last days memorable okay?"Anna added.
I couldn't respond due to the force of the tears. It felt like there was a blockage down my throat stopping me from bringing words out of my mouth.
I nodded my head in agreement.
Williams POV,
"I want her," I stated flatly to Kate, my HR manager.
Kate's eyes widened in surprise, her gaze locked on mine. "Sir? But you've always...you've never tolerated clumsy employees."
I silenced her with a firm tone, "Don't question me, Kate."
It was clear I had ulterior motives. Olivia wasn't someone I could work with normally.
Kate nodded hastily, looking intimidated. "I'll email her immediately, sir." She quickly took her leave.
There was something about this girl I kept bumping into that had me intrigued.
I wasn't going to let her slip through my fingers, especially after our encounter at the club that night.
Her piercing eyes and captivating smile lingered in my mind, refusing to be shaken off.
Just as I was lost in thought, my phone rang, disrupting the mental image of Olivia. "Grin grin" the familiar sound of my ringtone.
I sighed, knowing exactly who it was. Rachel. What did she want now? She had already ruined my day with her constant nagging and demands.
I reluctantly picked up the call, trying to sound as uninterested as possible. "What is it?" I said gruffly.
Rachel's sultry voice purred through the line
"Hey, Willy, that's not a proper way to say hi to someone you devoured last night." She was teasing, but I wasn't in the mood for her jokes.
I needed to clear my head, maybe with a stiff drink or a wild night with someone who wouldn't ask too many questions. "I'm busy, Rachel," I lied, not wanting to encourage her.
Rachel knew me too well. "It's lunch break, Williams. I know you're just upset," she said, her voice dripping with amusement.
"But I'm going to apologize in an exceptional way. I got you two girls and some crazy alcohol to help massage your bones and blow your mind after work." She whispered naughtily, knowing exactly which buttons to press.
Rachel really knew how to get under my skin. She knew the things that fueled my desires, the things that made me crazy when I was angry. And right now, I needed that distraction.
"Tonight," I growled, already looking forward to unleashing my frustrations.
As soon as I hung up with Rachel, my mind began to wander back to Olivia.
I couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something special about her. The way she stood up to me,unflinching and unapologetic ... it all seemed so captivating.
I tried to focus on my work, but my productivity was shot. My thoughts kept drifting back to Olivia and the way she had bumped into me, literally. I chuckled to myself, remembering the awkward encounter.
Before I knew it, the day had slipped away, and it was time to meet Rachel and her "apology" gift. I headed to the designated bar, my heart heavy with anticipation.
As I entered the dimly lit bar, I spotted Rachel sipping on a cocktail, surrounded by two stunning women. She flashed me a sly smile, knowing she had my attention.
I had a sinful taste of sin.
Sex was a thrill but sex with two sultry seductresses was a deadly temptation
They were dressed like cops but in a hot and sexy way. Their tops strained to contain their ample breasts and their nipples were teasingly visible beneath the fabric.
The skirt they wore barely covered their curves, exposing the tantalizing contours of their buttocks.
The sight sent a jolt of electricity through me, my arousal straining against my restraint.
"My Lord, you're under arrest" one of them whispered, her voice husky with desire.
She grabbed my wrists, securing them to the bed with velvet handcuffs.
I could feel a warm part of her butt cheeks brush against my waist driving me wild. But it felt like I was being tortured to have a taste of it.
"What's my crime?" I whispered feeling the heat, my voice trembling with anticipation
"For being too hot" she teased and they both chuckled in a sexy way. The air was heavy with tension as one of them slowly peeled off my trousers exposing my vulnerability.
As they removed my pants, I felt a rush of excitement. The two women exchanged a sultry glance, their eyes gleaming with desire.
One of them leaned in, her breath whispering against my ear. "We're going to make you pay for your crime," she whispered, her voice husky.
The other woman smiled, her hands tracing a path up my chest. "But first, we need to search you," she purred.
Their hands roamed over my body, sending shivers down my spine. I felt like I was melting into their touch, my desire for them burning hotter by the second.
As they searched me, their hands lingered on my skin, sending sparks flying. I felt my arousal grow, my body straining against the handcuffs.
One of them leaned in, her lips brushing against mine. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" she whispered, her breath hot against my skin.
I nodded, my voice caught in my throat. The other woman smiled, her hands tracing a path down my stomach.
"We're just getting started," she purred, her fingers teasing my skin.
Suddenly, the room was filled with the sound of sirens. The women exchanged a nervous glance.
"What's going on?" one of them whispered.
But before they could react, the door burst open.
A figure loomed in the shadows, watching us with an intensity that made my skin crawl.