Her Assistant

-CHAPTER ELEVEN-

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-BRITISH BASTARD-

Olivia threw a shirt over her head and left her room. The silence echoed through her ears as she tiptoed her way to the kitchen for coffee. A smile pinched her lips as she recalled her actions a few hours ago. She went for so long that she passed out. 

But then she groaned. "Are you serious Olivia?" Her perverted thoughts about the man fingering her and fucking her senseless replayed like a broken track record. She's ashamed of herself. The first day upon meeting him she wanted nothing to do with him, but now that she's seen his true form and nature, she wants nothing more for than man to treat her like a fleshlight.

"Ugh, the thoughts, it's too early for that." She scolds herself. Olivia made it to her kitchen and skipped towards the fridge. Before she could open it though those bright eyes of hers spotted something on the marble top. 

She hums, prancing over to it in curiosity. It's her notebook and a piece of paper is stuck to it. She fingers the piece of paper and stared down at the words. "Time's ticking." She reads. Olivia then remembered what she and Alexander spoke about last night.

"Shit the meetings!" 

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All day Olivia has been back-to-back to back with endless meetings. Luckily for her they weren't far apart at all since Alexander made sure that most of them met up with her at a lounge or restaurant. She found it quite impressive and saved it for later to ask him about the little detail. 

None of them had complaints either and were satisfied with their environment. 

"This has been a very interesting meet up, Ms.Garden, and I do love your ideas and finished piece, I can't wait to use this for my company's launch. I'll make sure to send you a V.I.P invite." He tells her as he stood to his feet. 

Olivia smiles, getting up after him. She shook his hand, and she noticed the small brush he gave her at the back of her hand. "You're welcome Mr.Fiette. I would love to work with you again any given time."

He smiles, showing her his perfect white smile and faint dimple. "It's always a pleasure working with you my young artist; and please, you can call me Dan." 

Olivia held a sneer as she kept her smile. "Well Dan, I shall be on my way now." 

He checked his watch and frowned. "It's nearly midnight, are you sure you don't want to make a reservation at a nearby hotel? I have no problem paying for our stay."

She highlighted the word our instead of him saying your. "Oh, that's fine Mr.Fiette, my penthouse is only an hour away." She took her hand from his and she was sure he held down a bit as a means to keep her there. 

"Okay."

Clearing her throat, she nodded and opened her purse to pay for the food. "You can leave the bill to me; this is my favorite place after all. Shows me how well you know your clients." He grins. Olivia closed her purse, sending him a look. 

Now that she's thought about it all of them said something similar. 

"Oh, wow, the Fernze, the best lounge house in the city. Very quiet V.I.P section as well. Seems like you know how to do business Ms.Garden."

"This has been an amazing talk, Ms.Olivia. And thank you for the dinner. Coincidentally enough this is the same place my fiancé and I met."

"Of course...what kind of woman would I be if I didn't?"

Fiette laughed and Olivia made her leave after giving him another handshake goodbye. Olivia made it out to her car and sighed. She's exhausted. Who would've thought that attending so many meetings in one day would drive one to insanity?

"No wonder it's a scheduled thing." Olivia drove down the vacant city streets as she made her way to her penthouse. She decided to call Alexander since she hadn't heard from him all day or anyone else from that matter. Being caught up with the meeting she had zero time to check Twitter as well. 

On the third ring he picked up. "Finished up your little challenge and I must say that it was straight hell. Don't ever put me through that torture again, you understand?"

"Yes ma'am." He responds. 

Olivia felt her lips throb upon hearing his low, groggy, accent strong sleepy voice. 

"O-Oh were you asleep Mr.Reyes?" 

"...yes ma'am." He answers. Again, his voice made her head spin, and she was turned on. She cussed herself for being the way she is. 

"I highly apologize, I-I wouldn't have called if I had known." Olivia heard rustling on the other side before he spoke again. 

"It's no problem. Is there work I need to do?" 

"Uh...no... because of the sudden change in schedule I only have to do my commissions." 

"Understood."

Olivia didn't want the call to end so soon. "Where is that you are, Mr.Reyes, if you don't mind me asking." It got silent. Olivia bit her bottom lip, her brows knotting together. She needs to touch herself right now. She knows it's wrong, but she can't help it now. Especially now that the person she thought was a crazed serial killer at first actually turned out to be a good looking cockney Greek god. 

Well maybe not a Greek god but still. He's fucking handsome.

"I'm...at the house." Her heart skipped a beat upon hearing that. 

"Okay, good. Well, I'll be at my penthouse for tonight so...yeah, I'll be there in the morning."

"Understood ma'am."

"And please stop calling me ma'am I'm no older than you are. I'll let you sleep now, good night Mr.Reyes."

"Good night...M'lady."

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Olivia bucked her hips and came again. Her hips touch the sheets below her, and she exhaled a breath. She's sweating and out of breath. She's been at this for an hour now and within that hour she really did try to compose herself. Her muscles ache and her fingers are starting to cramp up. How shameful.

This right here is what Alexander Reyes is doing to her; and he doesn't even know it. Olivia wiped her forehead and swallowed spit. She's tired but the ongoing euphoria that's coursing through her bloodstream is what's keeping her awake.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Olivia?" Olivia finally decided to stop and went to take a shower. She ran herself a hot bath and changed her sheets. If she keeps this up, then she may have to fire him. Nobody's made her feel this way in years. 

Sighing with a disappointed shake of her head Olivia went back to the bathroom to turn the faucet off. Once she did, she set her water with rose petals and a single candle. She then went to the kitchen for her wine and headed back to the bathroom. 

Olivia stripped out her clothing and eased into the water. The burn made her shudder as she continued to dip her body into the water. Olivia poured herself a glass of wine and stared at the city lights. She should just move here instead of renting it out. 

Olivia sat in her silence as she sipped her pinot noir. His ragged voice emerged to the front of her brain once more. Olivia drank all of her wine and filled the cup once more, her leg swaying slightly. 

She closed her eyes after chugging the second glass. 

"Alexander Reyes you British bastard. The hell are you doing to me?"