Olivia’s POV
I woke up in my room and lay there, staring at the ceiling. It had been two days since I had seen Andre. I had been avoiding him. I had thought about it like he had told me to, but I was still skeptical.
I was glad that he had kept his side of the agreement. He hadn’t bothered me or come into my room or demanded that I have meals with him and my mother.
However, I had been watching the way that they talked and interacted. It was true. The way he treated her was just a little above average for a regular maid.
He barely kept eye contact with her or had long discussions with her. In fact, he barely even wanted to talk to her at all. My mother would dress up all flashy to get his attention, but he would simply ignore her.
I walked to my wardrobe and took a dress and some sandals. I did a little twirl in the mirror and finally headed downstairs. My heart was thumping in my chest. I was scared that I would run into Andre, but luckily for me, the coast was clear. The hallways were quiet; he seemed to have gone out for the day.
I walked over and soon reached the entrance to the beautiful garden. The gate was left open, so I went in. It was more beautiful than I expected. There was an array of flowers, and butterflies flew around them happily. I tried to catch a few, but they fluttered around my head and flew away.
I plucked a flower and stroked the petals absent-mindedly.
Since I got here, everything has changed for me. My dad is dead, I am stuck with Nicole, and I have somehow managed to find my mate, who, for some reason, I thought was married to my mother but isn’t married to her after all.
Just thinking about it makes my head spin. I was completely exhausted.
I wish my dad were here. He would know what to do.
“Dad would have helped me out of these predicaments. I wonder if he would be happy that I have found my mate. I wonder what he would say.”
“He would say that you should do what makes you happy.”
I gasped, turned in shock, and saw Andre standing there, hands in his pockets, staring at me.
He took a step towards me, and I began to blush.
“It seems like a certain kitten of mine has been running away from me. Should I be worried?”
I blushed and tried to say something, but the words were stuck in my throat.
He walked up to me slowly, and I felt my stomach do nervous flips.
“I have missed you. Feels like I’m seeing your face for the first time.”
Finally, I was able to find the words to say.
“WWHow long have you been here?” I said with a stutter.
He smirked.
“Long enough to have enough time to take you in from behind without having you scamper away.”
I was about to say something, but he pulled me close and pressed me against him. My heart thumped in my chest as I felt his body’s warmth wrap around mine.
“Did you think about what I said?” he asked softly.
I was about to say something, but he shut me up with a steamy kiss. I was surprised, and finally, I relaxed and enjoyed the kiss. The way he gently bit my bottom lip set me on fire and made me crave him more.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he pulled me even closer, rubbing his hard crotch against me. It was sublime. I loved every feeling.
His hands wandered around my body, straying from my waist to my hips and, soon, my butt, as he gave it a gentle squeeze.
I felt a little more relaxed in his grasp. I cupped his face gently and enjoyed the way he tasted as his tongue danced with mine.
He lowered his head and kissed my neck, and I let out a soft moan.
His lips strayed to my ear, and he kissed them softly.
“Olivia, I want you.”
I pulled away from him slowly. I saw the burning passion in his eyes, and it infected me, too. My body felt hot, and I could feel that my panties were soaked. At this point, I didn’t doubt that my juices would start to trickle down my legs.
“We can’t do it here. Shouldn’t we go inside?”
I watched a mischievous grin curl his lips. He ran his hands through my hair and gently grabbed a fistful of it.
“Actually, I have a better idea…”