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Twenty-Two*

Revelation {noun} - a surprising or unknown fact, especially one that is made known in a dramatic way

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      𝓘𝓽 was coronation day. Peter was running around the grand hall in the main house, where they grew up, getting everything prepared while Olivia did work in her home office.

"Peter, I already gave you full range for this event and I've got millions of emails to get through before tonight." She sighed over the phone as she held a cigarette in her other hand.

Marcus walked in with a cup of tea; he would've gotten her coffee but he could tell she was too full of nerves and anxiety about tonight. Coffee would only make it worse.

He placed the tea in a free spot in front of her that wasn't covered in paperwork, taking the cigarette out between her fingers and onto the ashtray. Olivia just rolled her eyes as he gave her a caring smile.

He knew she appreciated his help in getting her to stop smoking but sometimes a good cigarette was just what she needed to take the edge off.

"I know I know but I can't choose between these curtains so just pick already! Blue or grey!" He screamed, getting frustrated but Olivia appreciated his help with everything so she let it slide. She'd be screaming too if she had to arrange such a big and important event.

"Fine, grey." She answered simply before the line went dead. Peter had hung up as soon as the words left her mouth making Marcus chuckle.

"He's stressed, you gotta cut him some slack," Marcus told her as he leaned back on one of the chairs that sat in front of her desk. Olivia ran a hand through her long dark hair as she let out a sigh. "Everyone is stressed out about tonight. Everyone except my father." Her anger rose at the thought of her father lounging around with a new girl while everyone worked their asses off to make tonight perfect.

Lorenzo loved to say that he cared about tonight and the future but, in all reality, he was a pitiful and selfish man. Everything he did or said derived from what he thought people would say.

No one cared more about their reputation than Lorenzo Lenoir did.

"Don't think about your father tonight. Let's just get through the coronation ceremony and enjoy the after-party." Marcus tried to ease his wife's anger but it wasn't doing much. Olivia needed something more...physical to cool off and they both knew it.

He could see the way she tensed; the way she twirled her hair around her fingers unconsciously.

He stood up, her eyes following his every move as he stood towering next to her. "What are you doing?" She asked, watching as his eyes glinted with lust.

He got on his knees, spinning her chair so he was at eye level with her breast. The button-up shirt she was wearing was see-through. Her nipples already hardening with want and they poked through the white bralette she wore under.

He grazed his finger lightly over the hardened nub, sending a shiver throughout her body.

She wanted to touch him. She wanted her husband all over her in every way possible and he could tell. They'd been married too long for him not to know the way her eyelids slightly drooped as she watched his arm muscles flex under his long sleeve shirt.