OLIVIA
The second we were behind closed doors, the entire atmosphere became thick.
"How dare you?!" he spoke with a high tone as he approached me. "Why did you embarrass me back there?"
I looked up at him.
‘'What do you mean? I was just as embarrassed as you are.’'
‘'Cut the crap! You knew exactly what you were doing. You both did.'’ he shouted." Tell me something, is this some sick joke you both cooked up to humiliate me on National TV?'’ My eyes widened, as I stared at him.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
I walk towards the bed as I begin to take off my shoes.
"He insulted our marriage, and you had the nerve to flirt with him?"
"Flirt with him? I did no such thing.’'
"Don't play me for a fool Olivia. I saw the way you looked at him. The way you let him touch you."
"You're crazy!"
"Are you planning to sleep with him again?"
I stopped in my tracks. A sense of dread washed over me as the memory set in. I felt a tear almost sliding down but I held my ground. "I don't care what you believe. But you have to know that I respect my family and our contract. I'm not going to freaking sleep with him."
He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. He was speechless. For the first time, I made Galen dumbfounded.
"I'm not going to lose my company because you want a few seconds of fun with Ashern."
The palm of my hand collided with his face before he had anything left to say. He looked at me with harsh eyes as he got in my face. I held up my hand to slap him again, but he caught it. I could feel myself wanting to cry. Hiis minty breath brushed against my mouth as I looked at him. our bodies were almost mounted against each other.
"Let me go right now!’ I mumbled, trying to free my hand. ‘Let me fucking go, Galen!"
"I don’t like it when you use curse words.’
"I don’t care.’ I let out but he brought his finger over my mouth and he stuck his dumb into it. "This pretty mouth isn't made for such brutal words." His whisper only made my needs worse.
Before I knew it, his mouth was mounted on mine in a kiss that brought fire to my body. His kisses were just like I remember them - venomous, like something that could kill me and bring me back to life. His hand wrapped around my waist, as he pulled me close, against his body. The heat from his body crashed against mine, building this need between my legs. I took his hand and guided it down my pussy.
We cut the kiss shot before he looked into my eyes.
"We can’t." I let out, even though my body was speaking for me. His fingers played circles over my covered vagina. His touch was like fire.
"We can’t." He repeated after me, making it feel like a twig snapping in my head.
My chest heaved up and down as I looked at him. I pushed him away in an instance. His smile was mischievous and filled with victory.
I hated him.
And he hated me.
"I'm going to take a shower. I'll be down for the Gala in an hour."
"Take your time. We don't have to arrive early for that one." he walked out before I could say anything else.
I was left thinking about our kiss, and those short moments of passion we had shared with each other.
When I jumped into the shower, I did my best to hurry up.
I wasn't one to arrive late for anything.
I opted for taking a cold shower, dependent on how my body was feeling. I tried my best not to think about his hands while I touched myself. My skin was like a furnace. He had an effect on me and I hated that. I got dressed in the fancy dress my mother had picked out for me. This was the second gala we would be attending as husband and wife. It was also the third public appearing we would be doing ever since we got married.
Our families had arranged it all.
The perfect rules.
All we had to do was, play along…
But, would we do it right?
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Galen’s POV
My wife is insufferable.
I haven't even stayed with her for more than a week and it has been a disaster. I want nothing to do with her. I hate her, but why do I want to touch her again with a question mark to kiss her again? Why do I want to test her pussy, and to feel her juices running against my mouth? I want to sync my dick inside her and watch the way her body shakes with pleasure. fuck!
Why am I having such thoughts about the woman I hate?
"Sir," Thomas came up to me, "Your limo is ready."
As if immediately, Olivia appeared from the top of the stairs, dressed in a beautiful white gown that made her look like a pair of swans banded together. She was breathtaking and I couldn't peel my eyes away from her. She walked down the stairs while her eyes were fixed on me.
I forgot that I was talking to Thomas.
"I'm ready." Olivia said with a smile. "Galen?" I snapped out of the trance. I straightened my suit as I stretched my hand to her.
"Let's go before we get late." I said and to which she nodded.
We walked to the limo and proceeded to head to where the gala was held. It was an uncomfortable ride in the back seat, but I was used to discomfort. On our arrival, there was a crowd of paparazzi waiting for us, taking pictures before we even had the chance to park the car.
I noticed Olivia taking a deep breath.
Opening the door for her, and acting like a gentleman, I took her hand. A tonne of questions were immediately fired at us from the Paparazzi as various photos were taken.
This was the part I hated the most.
Acting happy.
Olivia waved her hand as she smiled.
"Is it true that you two have already picked out future baby names? One of them asked.
"Do you have any plans for a family?"
"How are you getting along with each other's families?"
"Why are you yet to make an official statement concerning the allegations made against you during the interview?"
Questions sprung up like a competition.
"Mr Galen, is it true that your wife, Olivia, made the first move on you?"
One could barely give an answer before the next question was drawn. They were like a swarm of bees that were angry at something. However, the next question seemed to throw us off guard. The crowd had silenced for a short moment before the voice of one paparazzi sprang up.
"Is it true that your wife was the love of your life in highschool until she slept with your best friend?"
Everyone looked up at us, waiting for an answer!
GALENPlowing through the crowd and acting happy was a piece of cake. "Yes, I totally agree. I’ll talk to my father about it and we’ll see what our company can do." I smiled, as I held my wife’s hand. I guided her away from Mrs Shirley, feeling exhausted. "And who was that?" "No one you should concern yourself with." I smiled. "Come on, play nice." She sneered. "And besides, our companies are joined now. I need to learn about yours and you need to learn about mine.""Fine. That was Mrs Shirley. She owns a containment company and she handles most of our sales shipments overseas." "And why did she seem displeased?" Olivia pressed, and I took a sip of my champagne. "One of our handlers failed to correctly seal a package, and in turn, the fuse cut and a fire broke out, leading to a loss in not just our own shipment, but a couple of others that Mrs Shirley was handling for other companies.""Lemmi guess, she wants compensation. Right?" Olivia rolled her eyes."Yes, and we’re stalling
OLIVIA"You did what?!" Galen’s voice was raised as he got up abruptly."I'm sorry." I said, burying my face in my hands. "I can’t fucking believe this. It’s been less than a week and you’re already screwed this up?" He put his hands akimbo as he raged. "Is this what you wanted? To embarrass me again?"My eyes shot up to meet his, blood pumped with rage boiled inside of me, as I took in his words. "No. I have never wanted to embarrass you." I countered. "Then why do this now, when the companies just joined?" He raged. His eyes flickered as he stared at me, and then, his lips curved into a smile. "That’s it, isn't it?" Galen quipped, "You’re trying to screw us over?" "Huh?""You and your god forsaken family are trying to milk us dry off… right?"My hand collided with his cheek so quickly that I barely had time to stop myself. He seemed taken aback as he stared at me."Don’t fucking talk about my family like that!" I warned, his face was red with rage as he pummeled out of our room
OLIVIA:Galen followed me up the stairs like a man on fire. I've never seen him that agitated before. There had been a mixture of feelings on his face before he finally settled to anger and disbelief. I entered our bedroom, and he was right behind me. He slammed the door shut, I turned to look at him, startled. "What do you want?'’ I shrugged and walked past him. "How dare you?!" He bellowed. "Tell me that isn't true. You lied to me. You couldn’t have done that!" His voice was almost breaking. "Why would I lie about something like that?" he gasped. "This is the answer you always wanted, Galen. You asked the question for 5 years and you’ve always hated me for not clarifying it. This is the truth now. It wasn't just Ashern. It was Philip as well." horror struck his eyes as he stepped back. He looked at me as though I had grown two heads. That look of pain in his eyes was exactly what I desired. Yet, it didn't feel so good. Seeing him in pain put me in pain. Why did I feel this way
GALEN:“I still can’t believe we’re doing this.” I rolled my eyes as I listened to Olivia complain. “This is way too early. Everyone is going to be suspicious.”“And isn’t that the fucking plan, darling?” She shot me a look before we got into the mall. I had already noticed a man following us from a few blocks back. “Are you sure coming here without our security detail is what’s best?”“For the last fucking time, Olivia, YES!”She infuriated me. Hearing her voice was like the descent of hell. She was like a little kid who couldn’t fucking shut up. I heard the clicking of a camera in the distance, and finally, our plan was working. We entered the boutique in quite a hurry. My wife was worried about something so silly. I kissed the top of her head, and then stood behind her as she picked out some clothes. A Lot of the shop attendants were already throwing glances at us. Olvia smiled, as she showed me a small baby apron.“Yes honey,” I smiled, “this would be perfect.”An attendant ca
OLIVIA:My husband is a fucking jerk!I can’t believe he had the guts to abandon me!Was it something I said? I didn't fucking care. As I entered our house, I tossed my handbag on the chair before climbing up the stairs in a hurry. I was going to give him a piece of my mind. “Galen!” I called out at the top of my voice. Suddenly I began hearing noises coming from our room. A feeling of déjà vu washes over me. As I open the door my mind refuses to process what my eyes are seeing. “Jessie?” I tilt my head as I look at her. Her legs were shamelessly spread apart and my husband was on top of her. They were both naked and they didn't even bother to cover up. my heart pounded in my chest and I felt a lump forming in my throat. It wasn't jealousy. It was humiliating. We were married for crying out loud. I stood there like a deer caught in the headlights. “Well, well, look who decided to come home early.” he snared as he looked me up and down. I could not understand his audacity. My
OLIVIA:“I just don’t know.” I let out. “You were once my best friend too, but right now there’s too much baggage between us.”“You mean because of Galen?”“Yes. He hates you.”“And do you hate me?” He asks, his eyes sinking into mine. I followed the trail of his words and figured out what he really meant. I didn’t like it. “I have never hated you, and it’s not your fault for what Galen believes. But Ashern, you have to understand that I am a married woman now.”“And I know that. It’s not like I'm confessing feelings. Or asking you to sleep with me. I simply just want to be a friend to you.” I thought about it for a moment. It did not make sense that he wanted to be my friend. He knew that Galen hated him. “Well, you were right. My husband is being a jerk.” My shoulders dropped. “It’s high time I stopped letting him decide things for me.”“Atta girl.” Ashern cooed, causing me to laugh. “So tell me, really, how do you feel?” I paused for a moment. The question sunk within me, and
OLIVIA:Galen spoke in grunts, scoffs, and angry glances. Surprisingly, I had expected this to be my new peace. Yet it turned out the opposite. I wanted things to go back to normal. Even if it meant we would be fighting every now and then. Right now, my husband avoids any argument and barely speaks to me. He was mad at me and I understood that. But I also had a right to be angry at him for what he had done. “They are calling us downstairs.” Galen said, as he stood across our bedroom door. I shook my head as I followed him behind. A feeling of déjà vu sets within me as we walked down the stairs and found both our families waiting for us. “It's started.” my mother said with a disapproving look. Galen and I settled into the sofa while our families threw ugly glances at us. A news bulletin popped up on National TV in the gossip sector. Almost everyone in the country subscribed to this. On the TV was an image of my husband punching Ashern. Just the headlines. It was like a comedy
GALEN:I watched, feeling a lump in my throat as Olivia laughed with Jessie. Things had not gone how I’d hoped. My mistake blew in my face and now, my wife was back to being best friends with my mistress. Jessie smiled to Liv before her eyes caught a glimpse of mine for a split second. She winked at me, before excusing herself and walking to the kitchen. I retired to my bedroom, already tired of the sickening scene before me. I needed a break from all of this madness. “Aren’t you just a piece of meat..” someone came up behind me. Her hands slithered across my torso from behind before cupping my dick. “Jessie, what the fuck are you doing?” I turned around as I grabbed her hand and pushed her away gently. “My wife is downstairs. Have you lost your fucking mind?” I said between gritted teeth.“Oh come on… handsome,” She cooed as she took off her top, “this can be a quick one.”She pushes me down on the bed, surprising me with how freakishly strong she is. “Jessie, not fucking now.” I