Javier hesitated in front of Olivia’s door, debating whether to push it open without knocking. He reconsidered, not wanting to give her any reason to act recklessly. “Knock! Knock!” he rapped on
the door.
“Come in, it’s open!” Olivia called out from inside.
Javier gently pushed the door and found her lounging on the bed, engrossed in her phone. She took a drag from her cigarette and exhaled a cloud of smoke into the air. As she looked up, she was surprised to see Javier in her room. She quickly set her phone down, pulling off the cigarette with her feet, and moved away from the bed, dressed in a revealing outfit with a sheer top and short shorts that barely covered her.
Javier stood with a cold expression as he put his hand in his pocket. “My mother wants to see you downstairs,” he said, attempting to walk away. However, Olivia quickly moved to stand in front of him, blocking his path.
She smiled sweetly and placed her hands on Javier’s shoulder, pretending to brush off an invisible speck of dirt from his shirt. She wasn’t intimidated by Javier’s murderous glares.
“Is that all?” She asked, furrowing her brows. “You have a lot to learn. Don’t worry, I’ll teach you everything you need to know about being a romantic husband,” she said, wrapping her arms around Javier’s shoulder.
“Are you finished?” Javier scoffed, growing impatient.
“How can I be done talking to you, love,” she seductively whispered in his ear, leaning closer. “I’ve never been this close to you, Javier. I can’t help but wonder what it would feel like to ride you.” She slowly trailed her hand down to his groin.
Javier remained calm as Olivia’s hand moved down to his groin. He didn’t react, letting her continue.
Olivia grabbed Javier’s 6. 4-inch member, her eyes closing as she felt its size in her hand. She began to stroke it.
Javier didn’t respond. He felt no sensation in his body, no tingling in his feet, no goosebumps on his skin. His blood didn’t freeze, and he didn’t get an erection. It lay flat in his pants as Olivia tried to arouse him, seemingly in vain.
She looked up at him, her brows furrowed in confusion. Javier managed to keep a cold expression, holding back a chuckle.
“Why? Are you surprised that even my body rejected you, not responding to your touch?” Javier’s voice held a hint of mockery as he pushed her hands away. “This just goes to show that everything in me has rejected you for a long time,” he taunted, pushing her away and leaving the room without a second glance.
Olivia seethed with anger, letting out a frustrated scream. She tugged at her hair, feeling Javier’s words pierce her heart like a sharp dagger. “Am I not attractive enough for him? Why does he keep rejecting me?” she muttered, recalling how he had pushed her away as if she were nothing.
Suddenly, her thoughts returned to his purpose for coming to her room, and she quickly left her room and went downstairs. There, she found the entire family chatting in the living room, except for Javier, who was absorbed in his phone and didn’t bother to look up.
Helen was the first to notice her and greeted her with a warm smile, inviting her to sit beside her. Olivia smiled and walked over to sit next to her.
Suddenly, Helen wrinkled her nose in discomfort and quickly covered it with her hand, looking at Olivia. “Where is that terrible smell coming from?!” she asked, looking around before fixing her gaze on Olivia. “Did you smoke?!” She pointed at her with her index finger, while her other hand still covered her nose.
Olivia nervously shook her head, unable to detect the smell Helen was referring to. She had smoked six cigarettes but was unaware that the smell still lingered on her. She hesitated to admit this to Helen, who seemed uncomfortable. “No, Mom. That was my perfume. It smells like cigarettes because I sprayed two different perfumes,” she said, fabricating the story smoothly. She stole glances at Javier, who seemed indifferent to her explanation. Her heart pounded in her ears as she silently prayed that Javier wouldn’t call her a liar.
Helen sighed and removed her hand from her nose. “The combination of perfumes you sprayed was too strong. Next time, spray less so it’s not noticeable and doesn’t make others uncomfortable,” she advised, smiling softly.
Olivia nodded, but inside she felt a heavy sigh of relief at the narrow escape, promising herself to be more careful. Suddenly, she stood up and excused herself to get a glass of juice, although she really just wanted to calm her nerves in the kitchen.
As she entered and opened the fridge to take out a bottle of juice, she felt a hand wrap around her waist. Startled, she turned around to see Carlo.
“Why did you sneak up on me like that?” she rolled her eyes.
“Shh, keep your voice down,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss her. “Let’s have a quickie,” he murmured, lightly kissing her lips.
Olivia’s jaw dropped in shock. “Here? Now?” she whispered back.
The family is engrossed in their conversation. Don’t worry about them,” he assured. He turned her around, bent her over, and quickly pulled down her short, revealing that she wasn’t wearing any panties.
“Are you… huh!” she trailed off as he thrust from behind, shoving his lengthy dick into her.
“Keep your voice low,” he whispered as his eyes rolled back in pleasure. He began moving his hips back and forth, increasing his thrusts while holding firmly onto her waist.
“Uhmm… Yeah… fuck!” Olivia softly moaned, trying to keep her voice low even as he hit the right spot. Her hands moved to her breasts, massaging them as he continued thrusting into her. “You are so good!” Her mouth hung open as the pleasure of his dick washed over her body.
Suddenly, the kitchen door was thrown open. “What is going on here?” Fabby’s voice interrupted the moment. Carlo’s penis slipped out of Olivia’s vagina, still erect because he hadn’t ejaculated before Fabby interrupted.
“Fa-Fabby, what are you doing here?” Carlo stammered, glancing around nervously.
Fabby scoffed, “I came to tell Olivia that Mom is calling her in the sitting area.” She rolled her eyes and began walking away, giving Carlo a suspicious glare.
Carlo quickly shoved his erect penis into his trousers and ran after her, ignoring the noticeable bulge in his pants. However, before he could reach her, Fabby had already joined the family, sitting down closer to her father.
Carlo had no choice but to sit opposite her, trying to get her attention, but Fabby ignored him and kept throwing her doll into the air.
“What is that huge bulge in your trousers?” Marcus asked, pointing at Carlo’s crotch. “I hope you haven’t started flirting with the female servants. If you get anyone pregnant this time, you will marry the girl,” he threatened, giving him a menacing glare.
Reyes disregarded his comments and cleared his throat before speaking. “Javier, why is Olivia coming out from the guest room instead of your room?” He inquired of Javier.
Javier looked up for the first time since Olivia had come downstairs. “She’s a guest in this house, and that room is exactly where she belongs,” he replied with a shrug.
Reyes nodded and turned to see Olivia walking into the sitting area. “Olivia, move your belongings to Javier’s room, he ordered without even looking at Javier.
“Father, that’s impossible. We’re not even married yet. I can’t share my personal space with anyone,” Javier objected, surprised by his father’s words.
“She’s your future wife. You two need to live together, bond together,” Reyes insisted.
“Bond, indeed,” Marcus scoffed. “Father, it’s clear that Reyes is forcing this lady on Javier,” Marcus said to Inder.
“Javier himself isn’t opposing to the marriage,” Pa Inder said.
“How could you say that when it’s clear his attitude towards her said it all?” Marcus insisted.
“I believe every father wants the best for their sons, so I think Reyes is making this decision for Javier’s benefit,” Pa Inder explained.
“You talked to Reyes about this?” Marcus was shocked, thinking that Reyes must have manipulated their father with his selfish ideas.
Pa Inder nodded. “I understand his intentions. Javier just needs time to get to know Olivia better. With time, he will see how great she is.”
“Reyes told you that? Father, that’s impossible. It’s all…”
“Uncle, let’s not argue. It’s just a matter of time,” Javier interrupted, knowing he would put her in her place and she would be the one to run away.
Olivia took a sit beside Helen with her head bowed, avoiding eye contact. “Olivia, what took you so long?” Helen asked.
“Sorry, mother,” Olivia apologized without giving a reason. Helen shrugged and cross her arms over her shoulder.
Helen smiled. “The reason I called you is to choose your engagement dress from these beautiful imported dresses from Canada.” She gestured to the clothes brought by her guests. “Choose any three you want…”
“Olivia, after you’re done here, move your belongings to Javier’s room,” Reyes chimed in again.
“Impossible!” Carlo exclaimed, leaving everyone stunned.