LUCIEN'S POV
"When are you coming to visit us?" My father's voice spoke from the other end of the phone.
I could hear my mother's words being spoken in my father's voice.
If he wanted me home, he would not ask like this at all.
"Soon." I answered, flipping through the pages of the file in front of me.
I frowned.
"Alright…."
I could hear my mother's voice.
"What do you mean it's alright, it's not! Ask him for a date!"
I paused, and shook my head. I didn't have time for this, I had a lot to deal with.
"I will come soon mother. I have been busy with work." I said trying to get her to stop so I could get back to work.
"You've been saying that for months now. I miss you, don't you miss your mother? Do you only want to come here during my funeral?" She rumbled away.
I pinched the bridge of my nose. "No, mother. I will come very soon. I promise, and I will even bring Olivia with me."
I moved my phone away from my ear as she shrieked. I could hear my father grumbling in the background.
"Alright then, go back to work my dear boy." She exclaimed.
"When you come home, we need to discuss your relationship with Emily Davis." My father's strict voice replaced my mother's excited one.
My face hardened at the mention of Emily.
How did he know?
Fuck!
Before I could say anything he cut the call.
I let out a loud groan and ran my fingers through my hair.
Did he have someone watching me?
Of course you stupid fool, he's always had people watching me. I couldn't keep anything from him.
Well, there is one thing he doesn't know about.
I smirked as an image of Olivia sprawled on my bed, naked, flashed in my mind.
He definitely didn't know about that, and he'd never know.
I shook my head, I needed to focus. This audit report wasn't going to read itself.
I flipped through it, page by page. I was now more focused than I had been before.
There was page after page of clean formatting and quiet accusations.
Dates. Figures. Signatures.
They were all precise and all wrong.
My grip slightly tightened on the paper.
The nerve of these people.
I needed to make an example of them so that no one else would try to pull these cute little stunts ever again.
I dialed my secretary's number, I needed to set up a meeting.
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"Mmmh….. just like that." I moaned as Olivia moved her hands over my shoulders.
She didn't respond.
She just kept massaging, like she couldn't hear a word I'd said.
She had been like this ever since I'd gotten back from work.
I stayed quiet for a second. Waiting for her to say something, anything.
But nothing came.
I turned my head and her gaze was unfocused, fixed somewhere ahead, detached and distant.
My jaw tightened.
What was she thinking about and why wasn't she paying attention to me?
I was tired from working for us all day long and she couldn't even give me her attention.
I flipped us.
"You are too quiet," I said softly.
She didn't answer or react.
She laid beneath me, her hands on either side of her head. Both my palms pressed on each hand.
This wasn't right.
Every time I climbed on top of her she would scream, cry, fight or beg.
But today she gave me nothing.
Just empty stillness.
"Look at me." I commanded.
Her eyes slowly looked at me.
Like it didn't matter whether she did or not.
I leaned down and bit her lip, hard enough to draw blood.
She didn't move and her eyes didn't shake like they usually did.
No tears either.
"Does this bother you?" I questioned.
A pause.
"No." She replied, softly, her voice flat.
I blinked.
Why was she suddenly so cold?
She had felt it and decided to give me nothing.
The silence stretched between us, heavy, thick and suffocating.
My grip loosened around her hands and I got off her.
She sat up just like a robot, the expression on her face not changing.
I opened my mouth but no words came out.
And for a moment I felt like I was the one caught in her control.