Dominance

XII.❦ "Come on sweetheart."

WARNING: Sexual scene.

XI.❦ "Come on, sweetheart."

Sweat was rolling down her skin, gliding and crawling into the sheets wrapped around her. Her whole body was cold, her muscles weak. All because of him.

Olivia's phone rang and she sighed, reaching towards her nightstand.

"Hello?" She asked, my voice horse and my throat dry.

"Olivia, we had an appointment." Her eyes widened and looked at the clock on the nightstand, seeing the numbers on the clock giving away it was past three p.m.

"F*ck." She cursed.

"You should've been here half an hour ago. Where are you?"

Olivia swallowed, before almost choking in her own saliva and ending up coughing a couple of times. "Home."

"It that how you treat people who endeavor for you? Really?"

"No, Harry. I -"

"Save it, be here in fifteen minutes or else I'll be at yours." The connection was broken, a beeping sound heard through the room. Olivia groaned, mumbling an 'in my ass' before turning around and fisting the sheets around her body.

And soon enough, the doorbell made her eyes shoot open and a nervous feeling to spread over her body; he really was serious. He came here because she let him down. Angry and somewhat scared for the way he'd react, she stood from the bed and looked down at herself, thickly clothed.

As she entered the hallway, the doorbell was rung again and she sighed, rolling her eyes at his impatience.

"Hello there, I'm member from the labor union Facilities United. Would you like to answer a couple of questions?"

Olivia looked at the man who seemed to be in his thirties, a bald head and two piercing blue eyes that seemed to be deeper than the ocean. Slowly, she shook her head.

"No, sorry."

"But ma'am, we'd be happy with your investment, it can help us improve the various ways of chances for self development."

"I believe the government has more power with ruling in that."

"Maybe, but we also have a big influence, us as population. Don't you want the walls to be broken down?" From the corner of her eye, Olivia noticed a figure walking over the balcony.

"Sorry, I hope you will succeed but I'd rather not interfere with government business."

The man frowned now and took a step closer towards me to which Olivia pushed the door a bit more closed. "It only will take a few minutes, it won't be a waste of time."

"I believe she said no." In the sudden second, his large frame had appeared. The long black coat dangling over his shoulders and engulfing his body as he had put his hand in those pockets. He stood next to the man, looking down at him with an intimidating look on his face. The man swallowed.

"She did, indeed."

"Well, then get the f*ck out of our eyes." Harry bellowed and the man turned to Olivia, his eyes wider than normal.

"Thank you dearly for your time, have a nice day." He said before walking towards the stairwell down the balcony.

But Olivia's eyes were locked with Harry's who was staring her down as she tightly held the door in her hands. And without any warning, one hand was pushed out from his pockets and pushed the door out of her grip against the wall so he could enter, walking straight past her.