OLIVIA FOX [Completed]

CHAPTER TWELVE

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Mable comes to my house. Orlando is here too. It is time for me to tell her that Orlando and I are now a couple.
“Hello handsome.” She says to Orlando. “The guy from the hospital. What are you doing here? Olivia?”
“Orlando, stay here. I need to talk to Mable.”
“Sure.”
I drag Mable into my bedroom.
“Olivia what is going on? What is he doing here?”
“Mable. I’ve been seeing Orlando for a while now. It’s almost a month. Orlando is my boyfriend.”
“Boyfriend? Come on Olivia, you barely know the guy. What if he is deceiving you? What if he is lying to you? Olivia don’t be stupid.” She whispers.
“He is not. He is not okay? I thought you’d be happy for me. I have finally moved on. I am happy Mable. I love Orlando. I never thought I’d love another human being with so much intensity. And he loves me too. I know it.” I whisper back.
“Olivia. Are you sure about this?”
“Yes. Mable I am so sure.”
“Then I’m happy for you. He really is very handsome.”
“And he is all mine.”
Orlando is standing, facing the window. I go to him.
“Are you okay?” I ask him softly.
“Yes baby. I’m fine.”
“Orlando. Can I see you outside? Please?” Mable says.
“Mable?”
“It’s fine Olivia.” Orlando kisses my cheek and follows Mable outside.
I sit down. I am worried. What is Mable telling him? Next thing I hear is Mable’s car driving off. Orlando enters the house.
“What happened? Why did she leave? What did she say to you?”
“Calm down. She said to tell you that she has an emergency to attend to. She said she’d call.”
“What did she tell you?” I still want to know.
“Nothing you should worry yourself about. She’s your friend. She’s only being protective of you.” He plants a soft kiss on my lips.
I know Mable is going through a lot now. Maybe I should not have told her about Orlando and I. Maybe it is difficult for her to be happy for me. Or for her to trust Orlando. Mable. I hope you are okay.

“June 10th” I say as I snuggle up in Orlando’s chest.
“What happened on June 10th?”
“Nothing special. My mom gave birth to me.”
“What?”
Orlando gets up with so much speed that I almost fall off him.
“What?”
“Tomorrow is your birthday?”
“Yes Orlando. Tomorrow is my birthday not the end of the world. Would you calm down?”
“We have to make it special.”
“Haven’t celebrated my birthday since my parents died. I don’t want to celebrate this one.” I make a face.
“Okay Olivia.”
There is sympathy in his eyes.

Orlando: Happy birthday baby.
The text from Orlando makes me smile. Like a little girl.
Me: You are so mushy.
I get a text from Mable.
Mable: Happy birthday best friend.
Me: Yet another year.
It is past midnight. I go back to sleep.

Sunlight comes and radiates into my bedroom through the curtains. Hmm. I am twenty nine years old today. I have a surprise for Orlando. I know it’s my birthday and I am the one who should be receiving surprises but I really do not mind.
Orlando: I am taking the day off. I am coming straight to you.
Me: Mable. I know it’s my birthday and you would like to come to the house to see me. Please don’t bother. I am going out of town with Orlando. See you when I return. Xoxo
Orlando comes to the house twenty minutes later. I run down the stairs in excitement and jump on him. We hold each other in a long embrace.
“Happy birthday Olivia Fox. I have something for you. He stretches to the wrapped gift on the table. What is it? I hurriedly tear the wrapping paper and open the brown small box. It’s a t-shirt. Orlando. A black t-shirt. I grin. I spread the t-shirt up in the air. There are inscriptions on it. The front says ORLANDO LOVES YOU. And the back says HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY. I do not know what to say. Nobody has ever done this sort of thing for me before. Nobody has ever made me feel so special. I pull Orlando by his t-shirt and I kiss him. Slowly. Enjoying the sweet taste of his mouth.
“Best gift of the year. I love you. How did you get this done so quickly? I only told you about my birthday yesterday evening.”
“I have my ways. I’m glad you like it.”
“I love it and I am going to wear it all through today.”
“What happened to always looking elegant in expensive dresses?”
“Fuck that. Time for my surprise. We are going somewhere.”
“Surprise. Where?”
“Florida.”
“Flo…Olivia.”

Inside the private jet, my private jet are coffee tables and elegant leather couches, a very large flat screen television and curtains at the windows. I told Carl to sit this one out. I am sure nothing bad is going to happen to me.
“You own this.” Orlando asks pointing his fingers downwards.
“Yes. I own it. Surely you have been on one.”
“Yeah, but I don’t own one. I have a few millions. I am not there yet Olivia.” He glues his eyes on me. On the t-shirt. I’m wearing it with a pair of faded blue jeans and flat sandals. Olivia Fox. In flat sandals. It’s a miracle.
“It really suits you.”
“It has to. It’s from you.”
Orlando chuckles.
“Have you ever had sex on a moving plane?” I ask him slowly in a low and sensual voice.
“No. No.” He is trying hard to suppress the smile trying to light up his face. “Have you?” He asks.
“No.”
“We need to do something about that.”
“Yeah. Right now.”
I stand from the couch I am sitting on and walk to Orlando. I unbutton and unzip his jeans. His hard-on bounces out staring me in the face. I run my hand over it squeezing it at the top.
“Olivia.” Orlando moans.
“Don’t worry. This will be quick.”
I pull down the zipper of my Jeans and drag it down my legs till it is removed from my body completely. Then I take off my panties. And I slowly sit on Orlando easing him into my body. I have my  back to his face. I do not move. Orlando uses his finger to continuously rub on my bundle of nerves. Sensations building up. My nectar overflowing. He grabs my tit with his free hand squeezing it so hard. With his clever finger still pushing me, daring me to last longer, I climax. Orlando starts lifting me up and down from the waist, each entrance deeper than the last, my nectar making it easy.
“Orlando.” My brain is falling apart.
“Say my name baby.”
“Orlando.” I moan his name again.
Orlando circles his arms around my stomach, holding it tightly and he says my name before he comes.

The car pulls up in front of the mansion. The mansion I grew up in. I and Orlando climb down from the car. He is staring at the mansion, his mouth open.
“Careful boyfriend. Your mouth’s open.” I tease him.
The automatic gate door to the mansion opens itself as I punched in the code. I step into the compound my fingers entwined in Orlando’s. Memories. Good old memories fill my head. The grasses are overgrown and untamed. In the two years we were married, I never took Cosmos here. Not once.
“This place is massive. How many rooms are in it?”
“Four king-size suites, three queen-size suites, one big office, two kitchens, four levels with ten spacious rooms, nine terraces, two swimming pools, one barbecue area, two large areas for where we held our social gatherings and one big garage that can accommodate ten to twelve cars. Did I miss anything? I don’t think so.”
“Wow. It’s big. It’s huge and beautiful.”
“So here. This was where I grew up. I wanted you to see it. I’ll show you inside and we’ll head to a hotel afterwards so we can rest and tomorrow, we’ll fly back to San Jose CA.”
“Sounds good to me.”

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