Claimed By My Billionaire Ex

Chapter 6

LUCAS

How was it possible that, after all this time, Olive's lips still meshed perfectly with mine? Kissing her was like a dance, her tongue following my lead, spinning away and curling back, a tease I couldn't resist.

My fingers slid into her hair, cupping her face as she tightened her arms around my neck. As her hips pressed against my pelvis, blood rushed to my cock. Behind us, the flash of a camera bulb snapped me back into reality.

Not only was PDA so far from my thing, but I was also surrounded by the top of Boston's political elite. This wouldn't look good. Still, I didn't break away from her kiss, and I wasn't exactly sure why.

Jessie's laughter shattered the moment. "Well, would you look at the two love birds?" Olive pulled away, her cheeks flushing red. She lifted her hand to her face, stifling her own laugh with her knuckles.

Olive's smile spread across her freckled cheeks. "Mr. Isaacs, thank you for such a nice party."

"Oh dear Jesus, don't age me!" Jessie cackled. "Please, call me Jessie."

Olive nodded. "Jessie."

Jessie gave a drunken bow, squeezed her hand, and kissed the tip of her fingers. "You, my dear, are a doll. You are welcome back any time." He slapped my shoulder. "What'd you think of my speech?"

I slipped my hand into my pockets. "You did great, Jess."

"You two will definitely have to come back for the next speech. "Jessie slapped my shoulder and gave a sloppy wink. He touched his lip. "Lucas, you got some, ehh..." He smirked, and then sauntered off to the bar.

I touched my mouth, removing the stains of Olive's lipstick on my lips.

She chewed her bottom lip. "Sorry about that."

Wiping away the rest of her lipstick, I couldn't help but smile. "That's quite all right. Although, I have to admit, I'm a little surprised."

Olive crossed her arms, adjusting her hold on her purse. "Surprised that I kissed you? Am I not your date, after all, Mr. Wilson?"

Her smirk was playful, but I didn't bite.

"I guess I'm more surprised that one second you're telling people your name is Mallory Jensen and saying I only invited you here tonight to flaunt you around...and the next second you're kissing me. It's just a little...confusing."

What I meant to say was "crazy," but I'd dated enough women to know that word was a no-go when it came to conversation, even when the talk was light-hearted.

Her behavior was nothing short of erratic, but there were three things I couldn't deny.

I had brought her here to show her off...it had gone better than expected...and that kiss. Well, that kiss, I enjoyed.

Olive twirled a piece of her hair and cocked her head. Her smile told me that she wasn't going to answer me. "What did Jessie mean by 'next speech?'" Her tone implied the question was a challenge.

This was a game, and we both setting up our defenses. For her to answer my questions, I'd have to answer hers.

And what would I say? The truth?

That Jessie's comment meant that he liked Olive enough to consider her a worthy girlfriend for his Vice Presidential candidate? That I was right on track to become that person?

I should be ecstatic by this news. The night had gone better than expected.

Except Jessie didn't even know Olive's real name...and Olive, well...did I even know her anymore?