Chapter 7

OLIVIA

The intense disgust visible through Chase's father's eyes went away in an instance, it was as if it wasn't meant to be seen at all . . . and it only made me feel more confused and intrigued about Ernest Maxwell.

My instinct kept telling me that there was something I needed to find out about him, but the devil side of me only cared about money and Chase . . .

I stood up to my feet as I didn't want to appear as a stupid future daughter-in-law who looked like a dead meat on the floor. I gave him a fake smile as that was all I could do after I stumbled in front of him.

"Hello, Uncle Ernest. I am here to talk to your son about something," I said confidently as if nothing ever happened prior to seeing him.

Ernest Maxwell only gave me a warm smile and nodded. His phone rang and he didn't hesitate to answer it. He looked very busy so I didn't bother him anymore when he walked away with his secretary. I looked around and figured out everyone was too busy in this company.

I was then greeted by the receptionist and asked me if I needed help or something.

One of the bodyguards spoke behind me, "Can you please ask someone to walk her to Mr. Chase Maxwell's office? She's Ms. Reese Jones, his fiancee."

Everyone seemed to have heard that as they started looking at me as if they had seen a ghost . . . Now, what the hell was going on?

I only gave them a confused look as my gaze wandered around.

"Oh, Ms. Reese Jones! I am very sorry!" said the receptionist.

I didn't understand why but it looked like all of the employees here were starting to panic when they found out that Reese Jones was inside their company. I mean . . . why are they panicking? I looked at the bodyguards behind me and gave them a questioning look but they didn't bother to answer.

"U-Uh, M-Ms. Jones . . ." A guy then showed up in front of me.

He looked pretty tense. I checked on the name tag on the left side of his uniform and read his name, "Ivan Paul . . . Hi there, Ivan!" I greeted him, which made him more nervous as I saw how his lips quivered.

"L-Let me escort you to Mr. Maxwell's o-office," he said as stuttered.

I narrowed my eyes as I stared at him. What the heck is wrong with this guy?

"Alright, thank you!"

His face lightened up a bit with a great shock visible in it. My brows furrowed but then I still managed to smile at him as a courtesy.

"This way, Ms. Jones . . ." he said as he led us the way to Chase's office.

Me and the bodyguards behind me followed Ivan as he walked towards what looked like a special elevator. We went inside and I noticed that he opened a black small box below the regular elevator buttons. He tapped a key card on it and then another button appeared on the inside. He pushed it and it turned gold.

"It will take us to Mr. Maxwell's office directly," Ivan said.

"Wow!" I exclaimed.

Rich people, indeed, love to get customized things for their benefits . . .

I looked at the picturesque view while the elevator was going up. Chase's special elevator was made of transparent glass, so I could see the city further as it went all the up. The scene was definitely breathtaking and it gave me a thrilling emotion.

I couldn't wait to be rich too . . .

In an instance, we finally arrived at the floor where he works. I was greeted by a huge and elegant receiving area when the elevator door opened. It was like a five-star hotel lobby area with modem luxurious furniture that I only saw on Television and magazines.

"Damn it . . . Is this really his office?"

Ivan seemed shocked when he heard me cursing.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" I awkwardly laughed. "It's just that I didn't expect his office to be this extravagant . . ."

Then I saw the confusion in his eyes. I realized that I forgot that I was portraying Reese Jones. I palmed my face and scolded myself that I should keep my composure! Reese might have visited here a couple of times so I should act normally! Damn, Olivia . . .

Two ladies approached us.

"Good day, Ms. Reese Jones! It's been a long time," the lady with brunette hair greeted me with a smile.

I smiled at her and checked the left side of her chest. She didn't have a name tag but I assumed that she already knew who Reese was. They were both smiling at me and all I could do was to smile back at them as I didn't know how to initiate a conversation at this point.

But it felt as if they were waiting for me to say something so I just voiced out what was in my mind. "Yes, it's been a long time. Thank you everyone for your hard work! Currently, I am not really well. I am suffering from amnesia but I am trying to recover my lost memories . . . so I hope you could bear with me if I can't recognize all of you," I said and faked a smile.

They looked at me with visible shock on their faces. My jaw was starting to feel a bit hurt due to the endless faking smile I give them. I then lowered my head and rolled my eyes then fixed the invisible strand of my hair as a form of elegance.

"Oh, we're very sorry to hear what happened, Ms. Jones. We hope for your fast recovery but we are glad that you're already back!" the brunette woman said.

"Thanks!" I simply said. My temper was already cut short. I didn't come here to have a chit chat with them so I looked around, trying to find the only person I wanted to see right now. "Where's Chase?"

"He's currently in a meeting with an important client. Didn't he tell you, Ms. Jones?" The other lady who has this red curly hair asked.

I narrowed my eyes. "Do you think I care?"

I saw how the two of them frowned. It made me realize that my statement was very rude. "Oh, what I mean is . . . do you think my visit is untimely? I just really miss him, knowing that we hadn't seen each other for two months. I want to make up for the time we lost," I said in a very dramatic voice and lowered my head and faked a sob.

I took my hanky from my sling bag and slowly wiped my invisible tears to appear more convincing in front of Chase's employees. From this moment, I really think that I had the talent for acting and if I'd be given a chance to be an actress, it would give me a lot of plaques hanging on my wall. My acting was superb and I should have an oscar for this.

"We understand what you've been through, Ms. Jones. No worries, Mr. Maxwell should be out in the conference room in less than fifteen minutes. Their meeting will end soon . . ."

"That's great!" I said happily and smiled like nothing happened. "By the way, what are your names?"

The brunette girl smiled. "My name is Debby and she's Martha. We're Mr. Maxwell's secretaries here."

"Oh, that's cool!" I said and was about to do a hand shake with them but then a double door swung open.

I figured out that it was the conference room that Debby had mentioned earlier as I saw Chase Maxwell going out of it. He was sweating and was obviously uneasy. There were other men who also went out of the room and judging by their looks, it seemed to me that they were in their 40's.

I figured out that Chase's meeting didn't go well. As I observed his body language, his confidence wasn't evident at all. Compared to his looks earlier when we had lunch at his residence, his overall physiques screamed of stress and frustration. His tie was loose and uneven as if he tried to pull it a couple of times, the collar of his polo was untidy and his long sleeve shirt inside his suit was really a mess.

I bit my lower lip, still watching his every move. What the hell happened to this guy?

"I appreciate your time, Mr. Takashi. I look forward to seeing and talking to you again," he said to the person he called Mr. Takashi.

Chase walked with them until they entered the elevator and left. He then sighed and massaged the side of his forehead. I crossed my arms on my chest then cleared my throat. It was only then that he noticed me.

With eyes widening out of confusion, he walked towards me.

"Reese, I didn't know you're here," he said and then kissed my cheek.

"Uhm, yeah, I needed to say something important that's why I came here to visit . . ." I said.

"What is it? Let's talk in my office." He snaked his arm around my waist.

He instructed the bodyguards to wait for me outside. I smiled inwardly as we entered his office. He locked the door and let out a long sigh. We walked near his desk and then he leaned on it.

Even if his eyes were staring at the floor, I could see the evident dismay painted on his face. My hand moved on its own and caressed his cheek. I slightly tilted my head to meet his gaze.

"Hey, is everything alright?" I asked.

I saw how his Adam's apple moved as he licked his lips. "I don't know, Reese. Perhaps, I am afraid to lose that client. I didn't prepare enough and it's obvious that my business proposal did not impress him."

I felt how discouraged he was because his meeting with his client didn't go well. I guess this is not the right time for me to ask for money.

I moved closer to him up to the point that our bodies were almost glued to each other. Still caressing his cheek, my other hand traveled from his shoulders all the way to the back of his neck. I gently moved my fingertips, tracing small circles at his nape, then I fixed the collar of the long sleeves he was wearing.

"I believe you've done your best, Chase. Don't stress yourself too much . . . I know your capabilities. You can always turn things around, right?" I said to make him a bit motivated then looked at his beautiful eyes.

Our gazes were locked to each other. I bit then licked my lower lip.

"Yes, I guess you're right . . ." he said, then chuckled a bit.

It was as if a light bulb suddenly showed up on top of my head . . . then I felt that my billionaire 'customer' needed to relax and have some fun.

It's showtime Olivia . . . Give this man a little bit of pleasure.

I leaned forward enough for my lips to meet his ear. "How about I ease your worry for a bit since you work so hard for us? I'll give you a reward . . "

Then I looked into his eyes and saw the mix of confusion and excitement through it. I smiled playfully and held both of his shoulders, then pushed him a bit which made him sit down on this swivel chair.

I took my phone out, opened my music app and played slow sexy jazz music.

Without breaking our eye contact, I started swaying my hips while biting my lower lip. I saw how Chase exhaled as I began to unbutton my blouse.

I walked in front of him so he could have a better look at me.

"Reese, what are you doing?" he asked, then swallowed very hard.

He looked at me in the eyes while his hands were quivering on his swivel chair's arm rests. I leaned down and held both of his broad shoulders while swaying my hips slowly as I tried to follow the rhythm of my favorite sexy jazz music.

I removed my blouse and it slid down the ceramic floor. I caught him looking at my breast, with his breathings becoming more heavy. I smirked.

My hand traveled at the back of his head and gently pulled his hair so he could look at me in the eyes.

"Oops, eyes on me, baby . . ." I uttered softly. "Don't move. I will give you pleasure," I added.