“Fuck…” She closed her eyes, lowering her head. Alexander grabbed her hair, pulling her head back so she had no choice but to stare at him in the mirror as he continued driving into her.
“Goddamnit, Olivia. Fucking say it!” Alexander pummeled into her, desperately needing to hear those words.
“Yes, Alexander! I love watching you fuck me!” She was so turned on. She was a bundle of sensation.
He picked up the pace to a torturous speed and felt Olivia tense around him, knowing she was on the brink of release.
“Come with me, love.” He felt her shudder around him as he slammed once more, finding his own release. He leaned over her back, helping to steady her legs. She was grateful for the extra support as she tried to catch her breath. “Come. Let’s get you in the bath.”
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“Sir?” A blonde woman opened the door to Donovan’s office. “Paul Flinnigan is here.”
“Okay. Send him in.”
He entered the room, closing the door behind him.
“So, how did it go? I could really use some good news today, Paul. Burnham is fucking up my plans in a big way.”
“It went well. Simon’s behavior while in prison has been exemplary. He’s been considered a model inmate. The staff had nothing but great things to say about him at the hearing.”
“Get to the fucking point,” Donovan growled, perusing photos on his laptop. He was trying to place the face of the man he saw in the snow earlier that day. He looked so familiar. None of it made any sense.
“He’ll be released one week from Friday so you better get the rest of that money together.”
“No problem. Make sure you meet him upon his release and bring him to me immediately. We need to start planning for the next phase. This is good news, Paul. Very good news.”
“Yes, sir. See you next Friday.” He stood up and left.
Donovan breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that his plans were finally coming together, before picking up his phone. “Cheryl, it’s me. We ran into a bit of a problem.”
“Again?”
“Don’t fuck with me today, okay? You’ve been by her side nearly every day for the past month and nothing’s happened.”
“I know, but that’s because Burnham usually has more than one agent watching her. He’s smarter than we give him credit for. But I think I may have a solution to our little problem about him always being around Olivia. Maybe we can use one of his exes to drive a wedge between them?”
Donovan thought for a moment before responding. “Do you think that’s a possibility?”
“I think so. He leaves quite a trail of women scorned, particularly one.”
“Who? The girl he was supposed to marry? I thought she left town.”
“No. Not her. Someone else. This woman was banned from his building a few months ago and we’ve all been given strict instructions to make sure she cannot contact Olivia in any way. So I think we could use her as an asset.”
“Is she the type to agree?”
“From what I know, she’ll do anything for a buck.”
Donovan laughed. “That’s my type of girl. Can you secure her cooperation?”
“Yes. Adele Peters will be attending the same charity event as Burnham this weekend. I am scheduled to be on his security detail that evening. I’ll make the approach then. And listen to this…”
“Yes?”
“She grew up in Mystic with Burnham and…”
“And Olivia.”
“Exactly.”
“Holy shit. That’s perfect. Great work, Cheryl.”
“Thank you.”
Donovan hung up and started to think that everything would soon fall into place. He could use Adele Peters to drive a wedge between Alexander and Olivia, giving her information that would tear Olivia’s perfectly structured world apart. He would work with Simon to help him become more sympathetic, hoping Olivia would see that. Simon would win Olivia’s trust, then he would find those documents. Finally.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
LIKE A PRINCESS
AFTER MUCH NAGGING BY Kiera all day on Thursday, Olivia decided to accompany Alexander to the charity auction. What was there to be afraid of? Except possibly running into numerous women that Alexander had slept with, including the woman he left standing on the altar. Olivia came from a different world than that which Alexander lived in. Yes, she had money, but she didn’t flaunt it. Not like that.
Since she had nothing to wear, she forced Kiera to take a personal day on Friday to help her shop. In exchange, Olivia promised her a day of pampering on Saturday… Massages, manicures, pedicures, and hair styling. How could Kiera say no to that?
“Okay, bitch. Ready to get this show on the road?” Kiera shouted across the coffee shop when she entered.
Olivia rolled her eyes as Kiera made her way over to the table she was sitting at, Carter standing stoically near the entrance. “You sure do know how to make an entrance, don’t you?” Several businessmen in nicely tailored suits watched with lust in their eyes as Kiera sat down across from Olivia.
She shrugged, grabbing the coffee Olivia held out for her, bringing her lips to the cup, savoring the warm liquid. “Ready for your day of shopping?” Kiera asked excitedly once the caffeine entered her system.
“I think so. I’m still a little nervous about this, though,” Olivia said.
“Why? I don’t get it.”
“I don’t know. This whole world Alexander lives in is so far from anything I’ve ever dealt with. There’s crazy money, and I’m just worried I won’t be accepted, ya’ know?” Olivia looked down, nervously tapping her nails against the small black bistro table as people flooded into the shop, desperate to get their morning caffeine fix. The sun had finally come out to play, melting some of the snow from the day before, and spring was in the air.
“Pssh, whatever. You just show them you’ve got more money than all of them put together. Because you totally do.”
Olivia exhaled, pushing her empty coffee cup to the edge of the table. “I know, but you know me. I don’t care about showing off how much money I have. I’m just worried I won’t fit in.”
“Don’t try to fit in. You’ve never done that before, and that’s why Alexander loves you so much.”
Olivia stilled in her chair. “No. He’s not in love with me, Kiera. No way. We barely know each other. I mean…”