Chapter 21

OLIVIA

It was at this exact moment that I felt the pulse of anger coursing through my veins. I was completely breathless with rage, seeing Chase and the woman who was very near him, almost as if they were about to kiss each other.

That woman even had the guts to smirk at me. I could not deny that her entire physique screamed elegance and exuded grace. She was so fierce in her v-neck black fitted dress, which complemented her curvy body shape, long straight blonde hair, amber-colored almond eyes, pointed nose, high cheekbones, and plump lips. She appeared to be taller than me as well. Nevertheless, I should not care about her physical appearance! So, what if she looked so damn beautiful? If she were to decide to throw herself at a married man, her beauty would be rendered completely insignificant.

"Reese!" Chase called my name, shocked was visible in his tone of voice.

I could not figure out why I was feeling so enraged at the moment. My heart was pounding wildly in my chest. For some reason, I had a strong desire to sprint towards the woman he was with and pull her hair because she was getting on my nerves. I wanted to teach her a lesson: never seduce a married man! However, even though I wanted to do such things, it appeared that my feet were frozen at my place. I could not make a single move as I was too flustered, furious, and confused all at the same time.

In the end, I sucked in a breath and gathered all my courage to turn away from them. Biting my lower lip so firmly, I walked away and went to the elevator. Following what I had witnessed, I could hear Chase calling my name repeatedly, but I didn't want to stop or talk to him.

My chest felt heavy, and the sides of my eyes felt hot to the point where I had to blink several times to suppress whatever was forming on them. I entered the elevator and repeatedly pressed the close button to ensure that it would close immediately. Chase chased after me, sprinting towards the elevator I was in, but he arrived too late, as the doors to the elevator had already closed before he could get in.

I palmed my face, ran my fingers through my hair, and let out a huge sigh. What was I so enraged about right now? I shook my head and groaned loudly to release my frustration.

Who was that woman, anyway? And why did she seem to be so close to my husband? What were they planning to do if I didn't come into the office? Those unanswered questions whirled around my head and, to be honest, were causing me a lot of headaches. All I wanted was to have dinner with Chase and to be a great wife for him, but I ended up feeling ill, enraged and confused because of what I had witnessed up there.

Damn you, Chase . . . were you cheating on your wife? That thought made me want to punch his face and kick him in his groin area. After all I ever did to satisfy and make him happy, would he still try to cheat on me? What a bastard!

I gritted my teeth, my jaw clenching as I impatiently waited for the elevator to reach the ground floor, and when it finally did, I stormed out of it and did not mind the employees who were greeting me. My only goal at this point was to go home and probably plan out how I would throw Chase in the lake behind our mansion, as there was no way he would be able to come near me after what happened.

"Reese! Let's talk!" I heard his familiar voice behind me.

The next thing I knew, Chase had my arm in his grip, preventing me from walking out of the building. I took a deep breath and turned around to face him. I noticed his gaze on me. In between breaths, his chest moved up and down as he looked at me with a hopeful expression on his face. My brows furrowed, giving him a lethal glare.

"What the hell were you doing up there, Chase Maxwell?" I asked suspiciously, anger could be felt in my firm and deep tone of voice.

"It is not what you think it is, Reese. Natalia was just trying to be playful but I did not entertain her, I swear nothing happened between us!" he explained and cleared his throat, eyes begging for me to believe him.

"So she was trying to be playful around my husband?" I asked sarcastically. "Who the hell is that Natalia, anyway?"

Chase massaged the temple of his nose. My lips formed a thin line. Seeing him behave in this manner only irritated me to no end.

"Who is that Natalia, Chase?" I asked him once again, my tone of voice was more demanding than what it seemed a while ago.

"I know you cannot remember her right now because you still have amnesia, but I will explain it to you when we get home. Please, do not be mad at me. I swear, I am not cheating on you," he uttered, his hand traveled from my arm down to my palm and gently squeezed it. "You know how much I love you, right? I am deeply smitten on you, my wife."

I rolled my eyes at him and shook my head, dismissing the warm feeling I had when he told me he loved me. It was not even meant for me, but for the real Reese Jones. I could not figure out why my body seemed to react differently whenever he said sweet and reassuring words like that.

"Fine, I believe you," I said and sighed in defeat. I had no choice but to believe him anyway because if I didn't, it might only ruin our marriage. "But you have to tell me everything, Chase, alright? I want to know who the hell that Natalia is and what I witnessed in your office!"

"Of course, baby. I will tell you everything so that you will be at ease. Please, do not be jealous of her. She is nothing compared to you. Always keep that in your mind," he reassured me.

Jealous? My cheeks blushed in shame. He thought I was jealous all this time?

I have no reason to be jealous. No way, not even in a million years! What I felt was rage because my plan would be sabotaged if a third party got in the way! I was not jealous at all!

It is impossible for me to experience such a petty emotion! That was not my cup of tea at all.

***

When we were on our way home, Chase attempted to converse with me, but I remained deafeningly silent the entire time. I kept my arms crossed across my chest and my gaze fixed on the side streets that we were passing through.

Right after that dramatic situation in his office, we decided to go home already. For a brief moment, I was able to calm my chest from the rage I felt earlier, however, I could not deny that my mind was still clouded with questions that I wanted to be answered when we got home.

"I assure you that you have nothing to be worried about, Reese . . ." Chase uttered, still trying to soothe me.

I was all too aware that he was worried that I was mad at him, and yes, a part of me was really mad because I saw him with another woman. Although I knew I should keep my emotions at bay as I needed to be rational in such situations, my emotions were still going the other way.

I guess I was scared at that moment, too scared that the wealthy life I was enjoying would be taken away by that woman who appeared to be good at nothing except for seducing men she wanted to get. Even more, I wanted to find out who that b*tch was so I could prepare for how I would act in front of her; not that I was hoping to meet her again because Heaven knew I wanted her out of my sight forever, but just in case, I needed to be ready.

When we finally got home, I went straight to our bedroom and sat in front of my vanity table. Chase followed me, and I was still silent while I removed my jewelry. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. In one instance, I felt a sting of irritation as my physique was completely different from that woman. I was like an average girl, and she was very superior in all aspects.

"Damn it!" I could not help but cuss at that annoying thought which crossed my head.

"Reese," Chase called me as he sat on the side of our bed, body facing my back.

Our gaze met on the mirror but I was the first to break it as I started removing my makeup.

"You can talk now. I will listen," I said in my cold tone of voice.

I heard him sigh. Silence engulfed the whole bedroom. I waited impatiently for him to speak. I was removing the lipstick on my lips when he finally talked.

"Natalia Smith, she was your ex-best friend," he said.

My forehead creased. So aside from the woman he mentioned before when we first met, Reese Jones had another best friend? Oh, wait, ex-best friend?

"Ex-best friend, why is that?" I asked curiously.

He was able to draw my attention. I looked at his reflection in the mirror, waiting for him to answer my question.

"She used to be your best friend back in college and we used to be in an arranged marriage situation. She had feelings for me but I love you so much that I advised our families that I would not marry her. Natalia had gone mad at you. You fought so many times before until she fled to London. It all happened two years ago . . ."

What? So Reese, Chase, and Natalia Smith used to be in a love triangle set up. I recalled how that woman smirked at me when we first met. She really did act like she knew me. I thought she was just some random hookup girl, but apparently, Chase and her had a business thing before!

Not to add that used to be a best friend for Reese.

"And why did she come back?" I asked, this time I turned around so I could face him.

He sighed and shook his head. "I am not sure why, Reese. And to be honest, I do not give a f*ck. What I was trying to say to you is, you are the only woman in my life now. You do not have to be jealous of anyone because I have my eyes, attention and heart only for you."

My breath hitched when he said those words. For some reason, I could have sworn I felt a bolt of electricity running through my veins, causing the butterflies in my stomach to flutter wildly.

"What if she tried to seduce you, Chase?" I asked and pouted my lips.

He reached for my hand resting on my lap. He then started caressing my palm, tracing small circles on it which caused me to smile a bit.

"She can seduce me all she wants but I swear I will never entertain her. She did not get my attention before, and still, she will never stand a chance because I have you as my wife. There is nothing I could ask for, Reese. You are all I have and you are more than enough," he replied and gave me a sincere smile. "That is why you do not have to fret, and we do not need to fight about her. No one can ruin our marriage. I assure you that . . ."

"And if she tries to ruin it, I will pull her hair until she gets bald," I added, which made him chuckle.

"So, are you still mad at me?" he asked and did a puppy-eyed look at me.

I rolled my eyes, finally stood up and sat on his lap. I then wrapped my hands around his neck.

"Not anymore, husband . . ." My voice became soft, almost seductive.

The side of his lips curled up into a smile. His hand reached my cheek and gently touched it. He then slightly raised his head to kiss my lips. It was light, but enough for me to feel the familiar warmth and sensation coursing through my body.

"Are you sure, wife?" he asked, eyes focusing on my lips, which made me smile.

This time, I leaned my head down slightly to kiss him on his lips. I brought my body even closer to him as I felt the gradual awakening of his manhood. The kiss that was supposed to be soft and teasing turned rough and intense. I could feel the tension building in my body, and I believed Chase was experiencing the same thing.

I shifted my position, my legs snaking around his waist, and allowed his manhood to slowly poke my sex. I let out a soft moan when he began kissing me from the top of my jaw down to the bottom of my neck. My mouth opened and formed an O, my eyes shut as I savored each kiss and touch he was giving me.

"I do not want you to be mad like that to me ever again, and do not be so cold to me . . ." he whispered while he sucked the skin off my neck. "It was damn frustrating. I fucking hate it . . ."

The way he cussed was so damn sexy!

"Alright," I whispered, eyes rolling back while getting so crazy with the feeling whenever his manhood brushed against the sinful fabric I was wearing down there. It was huge and hard, and it was so shameful that I instantly craved having sexual intercourse with him the moment I pinned my body to him.

"Are you hungry?" he whispered to my ear, then bit my earlobe that made me whimper a bit.

I grinded my hips slowly while on top of him, feeling more of his manhood and started moaning softly.

"For you, yes . . ." I bit my lower lip when he rubbed my sex using his fingers.

"You are so wet again, wife." He chuckled and my goodness! That, too, was so sexy!

"Just make love to me, Chase," I said, a bit impatient and pushed him to lay down on bed.

My libido was so high that I could not think straight anymore and let it overpower me. I took off my dress and piled on top of him, giving him more rough kisses as I started to grind my hips faster.

"Take me now. I want you inside of me, husband . . ." I begged.

"As you wish, baby . . ." He then unzipped his pants and entered me, which made me moan so loud.