Olive’s eyes shut tight as Wayne pressed himself harder against her. She was losing her senses slowly and didn’t know what to do.
“Wayne, please,” she pleaded, her eyes still closed. He smirked as he stared at her face. She was acting so bold and graceful earlier, and now she was pleading when he hadn’t even done anything? He slowly slid his hands around her waist, trailing his long fingers on her skin. She shuddered at his touch and clutched his arm.
“Can I… finish my cocktail?” she asked and he shifted his face away from her a little.
“Ah! Yes, your cocktail,” he exclaimed with a mischievous smile.
“What did Jericho make for you again?” he asked and she looked up at him. She knew what he was driving at but didn’t want to play along. He picked up the glass from behind her and lifted it up. He stared into the drink as if he was inspecting it. Then he looked at her and shifted two steps away.
“What did he make for you again, baby?” he repeated. Olive exhaled and ran her index finger through the falling side of her hair while darting her eyes everywhere else but at him. He smirked and lowered his head, bringing his face to her ear.
“I don’t like being ignored, as you already know now,” he whispered. Olive chewed on her lips then sighed.
“It’s Sex On The Beach,” she answered.
“What did you say?” he asked, still smirking.
“Sex On The Beach,” she repeated.
“I can’t hear you. What did you say?” he lowered his head to hear her well. She rolled her eyes. “Sex On The Beach.”
In a low voice, he said, “Repeat it, what do you want?”
“Sex On The Beach,” she stated not even realizing the question.
“Wait! What?” she blurted out and pushed him away. His face was revealed with the most mischievous and wicked smile he had ever worn.
“Really, baby? You want sex on the beach?” he asked and held her hand.
“Sex on the beach, baby? With me, right?”
“You!” she hit him on the chest. He had purposely fooled her.
“Since you want sex on the beach, I’ll grant your wish.”
She rolled her eyes then exhaled deeply. He looked at her body, up to down and he got a little impatient. When would he finally get her to be his, fully? She crossed her arms and began to walk away, swaying her hips gently because she still felt like seducing him… more.
“The date of the Mating Ritual has been fixed,” he said as she was halfway through the room. She stopped immediately. She wanted to turn around to look at him, but she felt his hands circling her waist and his chin resting on her shoulder.
“It’s about three weeks from now,” he whispered and rubbed his nose against her cheek. He placed a small kiss there and pulled her closer to himself.
“Really?” she asked. She was feeling excited and nervous about it at the same time.
“Yes. Are you okay with that?”
She chuckled.
“Yeah. It has to come first before the Cherry Blossom Gala, right?”
“Hmm.”
For a few seconds, the both of them stayed that way. Enjoying the comfort of their bodies in warm contact.
“You wanted to go to the Valor House,” Wayne chuckled softly.
“Yes. Vanessa used to tell me about it. Even back at Selcece Pack,” she replied.
“Back at Selcece Pack?” he turned her around to face him.
“Ah, yes. Haha,” she laughed.
“I’ve known your sister for over a year now,” she revealed and he raised an eyebrow in surprise.
“I used to act as her bodyguard. Beating up those useless boys who want to sleep with her for free. Or those who just want to taunt her. She was also my only friend outside the cult. She used to give me free drinks back then. Ha,” she laughed then smiled as she remembered all her memories with Vanessa. The only time she actually managed to be a little happy.
Wayne was disgusted when she talked about boys who wanted to sleep with his sister for free. He hated the fact that she was even sleeping with people for money when she came from a filthy rich family. He warned her several times to quit such lifestyle. But she would fight him that he slept with other women and paid them too. She would say they both were doing the same thing, just different means.
But the way Olive talked about it, he felt glad. Glad that Vanessa did such things and was actually there for his mate when he wasn’t. He could tell that Olive derived joy from being with Vanessa back then with the way she kept laughing.
“Is that so? Did you also join her in her business?” he asked and she frowned.
“Wh-what? No… no. Of… of course not,” she stammered. Her cheeks turned red and she immediately turned around and began to walk away. Wayne’s face darkened.
“What? You slept with men like her too? For money?” he asked and grabbed her hand as she was hurrying away, turning her back to face him.
“No! I… it wasn’t for money!” she retorted.
“What was it for then?”
“I just… well, for the cult and that one’s very compulsory if I’m being ordered to, hmm” she exhaled deeply.
“I only hook up with someone willingly when I feel like…,” she trailed off and her face turned gloomy. Wayne immediately regretted asking.
“Anytime I feel like I can’t take it anymore. When I’m about to break and I just needed a diversion.” She exhaled and smiled sadly.
“That’s when Vanessa usually hooks me up with some men whom I could just smash and pass. Haha… my life was useless,” she laughed again and hugged her arms. Wayne pulled her and hugged her tight, placing his palm at the back of her head. She hugged him back and inhaled his scent.
“It’s good you realized your life ‘was’ useless. Because that was your past. You’re not useless anymore neither is your life. You’re…” he paused and sighed. He hugged her tighter, as if he wanted to merge with her.
“You’re my mate. My Luna. I…,” something choked him in his throat. Olive looked up at him, wondering why he was having difficulty in speaking more. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he looked ahead of him. He cleared his throat and looked down at her face.
“I care about you, Olive. So much that I don’t even know when it started. And I’ll make the rest of your life worthwhile. Trust me,” he continued and she smiled.
“I trust you,” she stated. He felt his racing heart come to a peaceful stage. His eyes moved down and settled on her lips. Then he lowered his face and captured them, not giving a damn about the lipstick she was wearing. He used to hate lipstick… until it was on his mate’s lips.