Chapter 28

OLIVIA

JUST when I thought that life would actually be easier for me, with a billionaire husband who loves me dearly and his money that would keep me rich for the rest of my life, fate had thrown the biggest bomb I would have trouble dodging with.

With the recent unwanted circumstances that had occurred between me, Chase and his family, I would say that this had been the most stressful event I ever handled. Not only I had to deal with a great family feud of a lifetime, worst was I had to face a freaking death threat which was supposed to be targeting the real Reese Jones.

Unfortunately, since the real Reese Jones went missing in action and given that we had an identical face that forced me to enter her life for money, the target of the death threat became none other than me, Olivia Miller, who was ignorant of Reese's life.

It was at this moment that I could not stop questioning myself, whether I made the right decision to enter Reese and Chase's lives, or if this was the craziest thing I ever did, given that my life was already at stake, as apparently, someone out there, unscathed, was waiting for Reese to be alone so she could be killed.

At the back of my mind, the angel in me kept telling me that I was probably facing my punishment because I chose to deceive Chase for money. I was not a saint nor a believer, but that thought made me want to go to church and repent for committing such mistakes.

Lastly, my mind could not help but wonder if this was related to Reese's disappearance. Could it be that she was hiding somewhere safe because she was afraid of those death threats she had been getting? Was this the reason why she had to ditch Chase at their wedding? Could it be that she was trying to protect Chase, the very reason she'd gone missing? Was I wrong to think that she did not love him at all?

I did not know how I could even answer these questions whirling around in my head. To be honest, they were making things worse. There were a lot of what-ifs and possibilities. and I wished I could somehow resolve them by having such answers, but no. I was left with no answers. With all these things happening, the only things I could feel were worry, confusion, and fear, knowing that every second I knew my life was in danger. I could not help but wonder if these are problems that rich people normally encounter.

After that craziest night that happened, Chase heightened the security of our home. Every corner had bodyguards, even inside the mansion, ensuring that no intruders would show up in front of me and try to kill me.

I was still having goosebumps at that thought.

To be honest, I could really say that it triggered such trauma in me. Although I knew that the mansion was safe for me to relax in, I could not go to the bathroom or anywhere in the mansion without feeling the fear that someone was following me, that someone was behind me, and I knew it was crazy. I became so paranoid.

Chase was aware of this trouble I was having, and it made him decide to take me every day to his office. Wherever he had to go, he would tag me. It was crazy that people thought we were just a romantic married couple who could not be separated, but little did they know, we were facing a lot of trouble.

"How do you feel right now?" Chase asked me, his voice filled with concern as he sat next to me here on the couch.

It had been three days and here we were, in his office, him trying to work normally and me trying to relax on the couch.

"I do feel safe with you, of course," I replied and looked him in the eyes. Unlike the day after that incident, Chase was much calmer and organized now. "I wish I could do something to help you with your work. I've been coming here with you for the last three days and all I did was sit here, watch you, watch some movies on the laptop, and seduce you…" My last statement was intended to raise a joke, as we've been so freaking serious and paranoid recently, that I feel we needed an ice breaker for a bit.

He chuckled and shook his head. I smiled when I saw the glimpse of happiness in his eyes. I had to admit that I had missed it for days.

"Perhaps you did not notice how well you contributed to my work for the last three days, Reese," he said, pursing his lips to suppress his smile.

My forehead creased as I leaned my back on the backrest of the couch. "Hmm, care to expound? What do you mean?"

"You are my greatest motivator, wife." He reached for my hand and guided it to his soft lips, then kissed my knuckles. "There is really nothing much you have to do. You can sit back and relax, and the sight of you was more than enough for me to do my job right."

"Sweet talker…" I commented, and we both chuckled. "But still, I want to be more helpful, you know. Even though I like the sight of you working at your desk, as you look so totally hot, I am afraid my body needs a bit of exercise."

"An exercise?" He tilted his head, his lips curled up into a smirk this time.

I nodded. "Yes, Chase. I feel like my whole body needs to stretch or else I will end up getting a stroke or something!"

He raised one brow, looking at me as if he had something kinky in mind. I narrowed my eyes as I looked at him. This man, really…

"Alright, we will have a little bit of exercise, as you requested."

He then stood up, still holding my hand, and slightly pulled me to stand up. I could have sworn that my heart pounded aggressively at the moment our bodies touched. In an instant, Chase's eyes displayed a strong desire and dominance, and it somehow indicated that he would not like any defiance from me.

"I wonder what's in your head right now," I murmured under my breath.

"I can tell you…" He leaned down and kissed my lips softly. "Come with me."

We exchanged meaningful gazes before we walked to his spacious restroom. I did not even have to guess what we were about to do right there, because the moment the door was shut, he pinned me on the wall and kissed me roughly. It felt as if I was prey and he was a predator trying to devour me. With each kiss, suck, and bite he made on my lips, the tension, as well as the heat, went through me.

It was only at that moment that I forgot we were still dealing with an unknown person who dared scaring me. His kisses and touches were enough to make me go insane at the time, and when he spun me around to face the wall while rolling the hem of my fitted dress up to my underboobs, I thought I had already lost my sanity.

One swift move and his fingers were able to slide into my sex, and the way they rubbed me was enough for me to feel the intense pleasure building up within me. All I heard was my soft moans, which gradually became louder as Chase became more rough with me.

"I'd like to hear you moan my name really often, wife. It turns me on more," he whispered under his breath.

"Chase, fuck…" I cried when I felt his fingers enter me.

He buried his face in my neck as he continued what he was doing. After a while, I could feel that my knees were becoming so jelly, quivering as my hips welcomed his fingers to meet the pleasing sensation. I bit my lips so hard that I could taste the blood on them.

It did not take that long before Chase removed his pants. The next thing I knew, we were fucking each other inside his restroom. My face, breasts, the rest of my front part, as well as my hands, were pinned to the tinted door. This area of his office was usually cold whenever I used it, but at this very moment, I could feel the intense heat. Beads of sweat formed on my entire body as Chase continued to pound on me.

My loud moans were followed by his sexy groans, and after minutes of pounding against each other, we both cummed. After that, my body instantly leaned back on him. It was like a quickie, but damn it, it felt as if I had worked for a week as I was so exhausted.

While we were both catching our breath, Chase chuckled.

"So, how was our exercise?" he asked mischievously. "Your body was stretched, right?"

"You know, this is not the exercise that I was referring to, but, fuck, I sweated a lot. I loved it…" I said as I looked up at him.

"And I love you," he responded, hugging me from behind, then kissing me on the forehead.

We both got ourselves dressed after that 'exercise' we just had in the restroom. After that, he went back to his work and I remained still on the couch and watched some movies on his laptop. While doing so, my eyes could not seem to concentrate. From my direction, I could see the restroom's tinted door. My body sweat had formed something like a shadow behind it, and anyone who would see it could already tell what had occurred. My face heated in shame. The last thing I ever wanted to happen was for Chase's employees to find out that we were having sex here.

"Chase," I called to his attention shyly.

He was busy typing something on his laptop, glancing between the screen and some reports he needed to read.

"Yes, baby?" he asked without even looking at me.

I sighed and palmed my face. "Nothing. Don't mind me."

I ended up praying in my mind that no one would enter Chase's office or else I would be really embarrassed. I kept my gaze fixed on the door until I heard Chase laugh in his seat.

"Don't even think of wiping it off, wife. It's a good sight from here," he said.

"Chase!" I gave him a wide-eyed look. So all this time, he knew I was worried about the aftermath of what we did inside the restroom.

He laughed. "You're so cute…"

"What if someone sees it? Oh my goodness, I think I want to disappear right now…" I said as I ran my fingers through my hair.

"Don't worry, it will fade on its own soon. Just let it do it automatically. I like seeing it," he responded, and gave me a boyish grin.

"Damn it, Chase. Stop teasing me," I snorted and crossed my arms against my chest.

"I'm not. In fact, I am being so honest with you."

"Whatever!" I shook my head and looked away.

I was about to continue watching the movie I'd started when someone knocked on the door. I could have sworn that I felt the intense heat rushing over my face. What made it worse was when Chase answered back, "Come in!"

"Fuck!" I groaned through my gritted teeth and ran towards the restroom door.

I blocked the tinted door, ensuring that I would not be embarrassed.

Chase's secretary looked around and saw me standing in front of the door, my back leaning on it. I could only give her one fake sweet smile, as deep within, I was praying hard that she would not notice what I was trying to hide.

"Mr. Maxwell, here's the final proposal for the advertisement as you requested. Our operations team will start working on the process as soon as you approve it," Martha informed Chase, then she handed him a blue folder. "And if there are modifications you would like to add, please feel free to let me know and I will tell them personally."

Chase took the folder and even scanned a few pages inside of it. My lips were pressed together. He then glanced in my direction and smirked a bit.

After a few seconds of checking the pages of the report, he said, "I will review it after lunch and get back to you once everything looks good."

"Got you, Mr. Maxwell. I'll leave for now." Martha then looked my way, slightly craned her neck to check the door and curiously gazed at me. "Is there something wrong, Mrs. Maxwell? Do you need any help or something?"

"Oh no!" I laughed awkwardly. "I'm good. I'm just tired of sitting on the couch, and I feel like wanting to stand here for a bit. You can go, Martha."

Chase giggled in his seat. Damn it!

"Are you sure, Mrs. Maxwell?"

"Yeah! I appreciate it though," I said and gave Chase a deadly glare.

When Martha left the place, that was the only time I was able to sigh with relief. I then rushed toward Chase and pinched him for making fun of me. He just laughed out loud, which was too infectious as I found myself laughing while trying to punish him with my pinches.