Olivia’s POV
We finally headed inside, and Andre had to let go of me to attend to something important. I was immediately relieved, and I bolted upstairs to my room.
I was exhausted. Watching my mum put up such a show was exhausting, and all I wanted to do was have a long, cool shower and flop on my bed.
I opened my room door and found myself stuck in the doorway. My eyes surveyed the room, and what I saw made me sceptical about proceeding any further into it.
Has something happened? Were my eyes seeing things?
I glanced around again and saw that the room was empty.
My shoes, clothes, bags, and even trinkets that I left on the bedside table had all disappeared.
I stepped backwards to make sure that I was in the right room. I had to be in the right place. I had been here for months. I couldn’t have possibly just walked into a different room already. I had only been gone for a few days.
I closed the door and stood in the hallway in bewilderment. What was I going to do now? Where was I going to sleep?
After a long time of pondering without an answer, I decided to go and find Andre.
I headed downstairs and followed his strong, musky scent. I felt my toes flex a little as I sniffed him out. Something about the way he smelled aroused me.
I didn’t take long to find him in his study, filling out some paperwork. I hoped that I could sneak up on him. I wanted to tiptoe up to him from the doorway and give him a little fright, but he was quick to notice my presence.
He stopped writing and looked up at me with a disarming, sexy smile. My resolve melted almost immediately, and my knees quaked slightly.
I tried to turn the heel and hide, but his voice called me in.
“I can see you, Olivia. You might as well come in.”
My cheeks went hot, and I groaned a little. I hated that he knew me so well. There was no way that I could surprise him.
I went inside and closed the door behind me. I walked up to him, and he grabbed me and placed me on his lap.
“And why is my kitten snooping around?” He questioned, his voice an octave lower and dripping with seduction.
My face went red again, but I tried my best to keep my composure.
“My room is empty. I can’t find any of my things. Do you know where they are?”
I expected a look of surprise on Andre’s face, but he was perfectly calm. Slowly, I noticed the corner of his lip turn upwards into a smirk. What was so funny about what I said?
“What?” I asked, cluelessly.
“Come on, Olivia. Did you really think I’d allow you to sleep in a room alone after the stunt you just pulled? I asked the maids to take your things to my room. You are going to be sleeping where I can see you.”
He caressed my cheek with his thumb, and I pouted at his words. Why did he have to be so protective?
“Andre,” I groaned with child-like irritation. “I already promised I wouldn’t run away again.”
“And you really think that I’m going to just believe you. You promised that the first time, and what happened next? I had to send out an entire search party to look for you.”
I pouted even more and began to play with his tie, trying to hide the shame on my face as he reminded me of how I had broken my promise. I wasn’t happy about it, but I really didn’t mean to. I was scared, and I had a lot on my mind.
“The first time was your last chance, Olivia, and you ruined it. I’m not taking any chances. You are going to be staying in my room, and that is final. Even if you didn’t run away, I have other perfectly good reasons to keep you where I can watch you.”
I stopped playing with his tie and looked up at him.
“What are you talking about? What other reasons?”
He stretched out his hand, grabbed a lock of my hair, and began to twist it playfully around his finger. He was silent for a while, and it worried me. I could only imagine what was going on in his head.
Finally, he looked up at me and spoke.
“There are wolves lurking around you, Olivia. I don’t trust them. Your pheromones are too powerful, and I must watch you.”
I felt my lips slowly twist into a smile. As I listened to him talk, I detected a jealous tone in his voice. This was about more than just protecting me.
I leaned closer to him and turned to sit astride him. He seemed to appreciate the change, and his palms slipped down to my hips.
“You are jealous of Jonas, aren’t you? You don’t want him to be around me.”
I didn’t expect Andre to blush and be true to form, but he didn’t. His eyebrows furrowed, and his forehead wrinkled as he looked at me sternly.
“Yes, Olivia. I don’t trust that bastard around you. He’s sneaky and untrustworthy. What do you even see in him anyway? Every time, you’re dashing to his rescue and are always so quick to intercede.”
He grabbed my throat defensively but gently. I enjoyed his hold on me and desperately began to wish that we were in bed, and he was making me moan his name.
“Do you like him? Do you suddenly have a kink for younger men? Tell me, kitten.”
His jealousy was bubbling at the surface, and I could see a spark in his eyes. He slowly let go of me and leaned backwards.
I tried to regain my composure. The entire time he held me, I could feel my thighs getting wetter. I was desperate for him.
“Is that why you seem so bothered by him? Because he’s a little younger than you?”
Andre was not moved, and he simply stared at me, waiting for me to answer his questions properly.
“Andre,” I began, slowly cupping his face. “I don’t like Jonas. He’s just a friend. It has nothing to do with his youth. Both of you look almost the same age. There is no way I could like him just because he’s a little younger.”
His face relaxed a little. I was breaking the ice and getting through to him. I just had to push a little more.
I leaned in towards him with a tease; my lips were just inches from me. His grip on my body changed, and I could tell that he was desperate for me, too.
“I think that it is criminal for you to look this young at this age. Your genes are very impressive.”
He stood up and placed me on the desk. I saw a familiar spark in his eyes as he turned me over and yanked my panties off with a swipe.
I felt his lips kiss my butt, and he proceeded to spank me while I replied with a moan.
“If you think that they are impressive, we should probably get to baby-making so that we can pass those impressive genes on.”
My eyes were wide, and my teeth nibbled on my lower lip. Fuck! It was crazy how badly I wanted him.
I felt his hand move up my thigh to my soaked bud. He rubbed my clit gently, and I gripped the table; my voice was filled with moans as he made me feel pleasure.
“It seems your body agrees with my proposition. You are fucking wet for me already…”