How did he find out she had cried? Could he have been watching her all that time? No… he would have rushed to her immediately when she started crying. And there was no way he would even be watching her. He’s not God.
“You lying to me?” Wayne asked and raised a brow at her. Her face flushed up.
“Gosh! No. I am not… lying,” she said and tucked her hair behind her ear then she chewed on her lips. Wayne sighed loudly and she looked down at her hand.
“Eat up. You’ll talk later. Don’t worry,” he smirked and turned away. Olive gulped down water immediately and fanned herself with her hand. She looked up at the drip and saw that it was finished already. She wanted to gently remove it herself but Dolly burst into the room.
“Don’t worry, I’ll do it,” she said and the next minute, she was removing it already.
“Thanks, Dolly,” Olive appreciated and rubbed her wrist.
“Vanessa’s leaving tomorrow. It was supposed to be this morning but she wanted to be sure you were fine first.”
“Oh. So soon? I’ll miss her.”
“Don’t worry. I’m sure she’ll come back more often because you’re around. She used to be away for months.”
“Is she going to Selcece Pack?” Dolly shrugged.
“Who knows?”
Wayne walked out of the dressing room and he was wearing a dark red sweatshirt and black pants. As usual, the top buttons were undone and his chest was being modelled out. His hair was combed through so it wasn’t as tossled as it was when he first entered. And his car key was dangling in his fingers. Dolly frowned as she saw him.
“Where are you going?” she asked and sized him up and down. He looked quite formal compared to you know… the way you usually dressed.
He pointed towards Olive while saying, “Taking her out. She seems better.”
Dolly looked at Olive.
“Why do you still look like this then? Come on, let’s get you dressed,” Dolly chimed and took the tray with the food off Olive’s laps.
“Wayne, where are we going?” Olive asked as Dolly helped her off the bed.
“Somewhere. Just wear a dress,” he replied, sounding bored with the questions. He was heading to the bar for a quick nonalcoholic drink. Olive pouted at him and walked into the bathroom to take a quick shower while Dolly entered the dressing room. She picked a red satin dress with straps and a not so deep V neck. It was body fitted and went a little above her knees.
Olive returned from the vanity and Dolly made her wear the dress with a pair of white heels. Next, Dolly braided a huge bunch out of each side of her hair then pulled the two braids together to the back of her head and braided it down. Tiny white hair clips, pearls and beads were inserted in the braids and the rest of her hair.
“You look absolutely ethereal. Gosh, I wish I had reasons to dress like this everyday,” Dolly praised and Olive chuckled.
“Thanks, Dolly.”
“Also, I’m bringing in your vanity here. Don’t know why I had it in the bedroom when there’s a whole dressing room.”
“Whatever you say, Dolly.”
The two ladies walked out and Wayne who was sitting on the sofa and twirling a glass of fruit juice exhaled in relief and rubbed his thumb on his temple.
“I had to whisper to myself not to doze off about a million times. What took you girls so long to just wear a dress?” he asked before looking up.
“This,” Dolly answered and stretched forth her arms at Olive in a ‘voila’ sort of way. Wayne gulped as his eyes met with Olive’s figure. She was beautiful. And the way that dress made her shape pop out was so alluring.
“How do I look?” she asked and he smirked.
“I’m not good with words, I know. But I’m also pretty sure there’s no good enough word in the dictionary to explain how beautiful you look right now,” he stated and her cheeks turned pink immediately.
“Awwn!” Dolly stamped her feet on the floor excitedly and palmed her face.
“I should really get myself a man,” she whined as she walked out of the room. Olive chuckled.
Wayne stared at her eyes with an ‘I’ll eat you raw’ expression. The way he was looking at her, she was sure she would pee in her panties if he continued. Slowly, he got up from the sofa then dropped the glass on the table. He resumed eye contact with her and slowly walked like a wolf closing in on its prey. She wanted to step backwards but she just couldn’t take even one step to the back. It was like he had used magic on her legs.
“Mate,” he said but it wasn’t only his voice. His wolf was so dominating and ecstatic at the moment. He loved this mate of his. He was already in front of her so he took her hand and slowly entwined their fingers.
“Yes?” she answered and played with his thumb, raising their entwined hands up in the process. His other arm pulled her to him and held her firmly so she wouldn’t slip away from his grasp. They both looked at their hands together and knew it fitted perfectly. Her own long, slender fingers was like the key to the lock of his own long broad ones.
Wayne resumed looking at her face and his cheek muscles contorted. It was like he was thinking of something that angered him or gave him a rush of raging emotions. Slowly, his eyes turned vivid blue and Olive gulped.
“When you fainted, I finally realized what it felt like to be defenseless. I’m sure if I got attacked at that point, I’ll ‘almost’ lose,” he said and she exhaled.
“Isn’t that a bad thing?” she asked. He brought their hands to his face and inhaled the smell of their mixed scents.
“No,” he simply replied and pulled her back closer, making her hug him. He buried his nose into her neck and inhaled deeply. Fate was so funny. It mated him with a woman that had the scent of what he loved most… oranges. Freshly cut opened oranges. He inhaled her again and savored it. Somehow, this fresh orange was the most delicious one. He looked at her face and she stared deep into his vivid eyes.
“I realized what you mean to me, Olive. That I wouldn’t want a day I won’t be able to hold you like this. That gave me strength. Zeal. Something to look out for. A driving force. I want to protect you. And protect you I will,” he firmly stated making electricity run down her spine.
She couldn’t smile and couldn’t cry either. She just stared at him, feeling like she didn’t deserve him. Then all of a sudden, she hugged him. Her hands wrapped around his neck tightly that it would have been suffocating for anyone else.
“Wayne,” she drawled with a teary voice. He hugged his arms over her back and waist, caging her body to his.
“If you dare cry, I’m gonna punish you,” he teased and she laughed. Something was at the tip of her tongue to say but she couldn’t. She was scared to say it. Maybe… maybe not yet.
They unlocked from their hug and Olive’s eyes were moist. Then she realized that the color of his eyes always turned to this vivid blue whenever he wanted to talk about how he felt about her. It never came when he was angry or any other time. Only when it had to do with her.
“Wayne, can I ask something?” she asked with a smile.
“Anything,” he answered.
“Promise me you’ll give me the correct answer,” she pouted.
“I promise.”
She exhaled then gulped down.
“Why does your wolf have three different eye colors?” she asked.
Immediately, she felt him become stiff and tensed up. The blue faded and his normal eyes came into view, but they were dull. For the first time, Olive saw hesitation in his eyes.