Andre’s POV
“Olivia…”
I whispered her name, and it tasted like sweet honey on my lips. Her scent filled my lungs. Her beautiful body was on the bed right in front of me in a black lingerie.
Her dark hair fell to her shoulders. And she enticed me sexily to come on to her.
I had missed her so much. I couldn’t help myself. I had missed her so much.
I grabbed her underwear and ripped them off, tossing them on the bed table.
I inhaled her scent. I found…
Wait!
I stopped.
Olivia? Where was Olivia? Wasn’t she missing? Have I found her? When did I find her?
It was like a veil was being slowly pulled from my eyes. The room had been blurry but began to clear up.
I grabbed my head in pain. Fuck! Was this a hangover? Had I been drinking?
“Andre? Are you alright?”
“Yes. I’m fine Olivia…”
No. I shook my head and tried to get my eyes to focus on the figure in front of me. It couldn’t be Olivia. She…she didn’t sound like that.
“Andre? What’s wrong?”
I felt a soft touch on my arm, and I instinctively pulled away. I got off the bed and stood at a distance. My head was banging, but slowly, the room came into focus.
“Andre, why are you running away from me?”
The voice came again, and I peered hard. Olivia had brown hair. Her hair wasn’t jet black. She wasn’t this tall.
I rubbed my eyes. Something wasn’t right.
I opened my eyes again, and shock rushed through me at the scene in front of me.
“Andre, what is it?”
The woman in front of me grabbed my arm, and I shoved her away violently.
She reeled backwards and fell on the bed. She was in nothing but her black lacey bra. Her pussy with curly dark hair glared at me, and my heart began to race.
I searched around the room frantically.
No. No. No!
I looked at the bedside table. Her underwear was hanging lazily over the lamp there.
I was horrified with myself. Disgusted by my actions. Had I…had I slept with her?
“What’s wrong with you?”
The lady looked slightly upset and offended. Her face was soon brought into focus.
“You’re… you’re Jonas’ sister. Lillian!”
She pulled her legs up and smiled. Her hair was tossed to one side, and she fluttered her eyelashes at me.
“I see that we are now on a first-name basis. I love that, Andre.”
She said my name with so much desire. I was furious, and all I could think about was tearing her to pieces. I didn’t care if she was a woman!
I rose to my full height, and she licked her lips seductively.
“Seems like your member hasn’t gone down yet,” she said naughtily. “How about I help you with that?”
“Damn you!”
I tried to grab my clothes that lay on the bed but she made a grab for them as well. Our eyes locked, and my tension clashed with her suggestiveness.
“Why are you in such a rush? Come on. We can have a good time. You were this close to…”
She licked her lips and crawled up to me. Her boobs were peeking out of her lacey bra, and her tongue ran over her lower lip.
“Come on, Andre. Please, I loved the way you spanked. I promise to be a good girl to you.”
I yanked my clothes from her grasp, and she fell off her bed.
“Whore!”
I hurriedly put my clothes on as she stood up and glared at me.
“Whore?”
She cackled and scoffed.
“You nearly fucked me. I guess I must be a very attractive whore, then. Why do you even put up with that girl? She’s missing, and so what? She can’t possibly be enough to satisfy you.”
She walked up to me and placed her hand on my chest.
“Come on. I can make you feel better than she ever did. Just give me a…”
I grabbed her hand, and she smiled.
“Feisty, aren’t we?”
My eyes burned into her, and slowly, her smile began to disappear.
“An… Andre… you’re…. you’re hurting me. Let go.”
My fingers squeezed around hers, and I watched her struggle in pain to get away.
“Listen to me and listen well. I don’t know what you and your family are planning, but Olivia is my mate, and I would never betray her.”
My fist squeezed tighter.
“NEVER.”
I tossed her to the bed and opened the door.
“You dare insult and assault a princess of Elvis Pine!…”
I didn’t allow her to finish her rant when I slammed the door behind me.
I stood in the hallway, rubbing my eyes. How did I even get here in the first place?
My sex senses were still slightly numb, but I remember that Lilian smelled just like Olivia.
My heart began to race. Did they have her? They had to have her get something that smelled so strongly off…
In a split second, I dashed to our room. I slammed the door open, and my eyes surveyed the room in one swoop.
The room looked normal. Everything was in their place.
I knew better than to trust any of this. I sprung into action and began searching for missing clothes and any clues concerning Olivia’s whereabouts.
Something was wrong. I knew that my time in bed with Lilian was planned. I had never been drunk. I was probably drugged, and Jonas and his family staged all this.
However, Lilian could have pulled this off alone. I wasn’t oblivious to the way she had been looking at me since we met.
In a few minutes, I searched the room about ten times, looking for clues, but each time, I found nothing.
I soon heard a light knock on the door, and I was pulled out of my pondering.
“Come in.”
The door opened, and Pierre stepped inside.