Chapter 8

OLIVIA

I could feel that he was already turned on as slowly sat on his lap. In fact, I could really feel that his body was already hot.

He mumbled a curse and tried to kiss me but I avoided his lips, teasing him with a playful smile.

"No kissing yet," I whispered while he looked at my lips.

I then started to move my hips. I swayed and grinded on his laps which made his mouth form a little 'o'.

"Fuck, Reese . . . You'll be the death of me. Grind your hips more," he said.

As I grinded against him, I could feel the unfamiliar sensation building up within me. Biting my lips, the devil in me wanted to tease him more. I stopped and stood up, which shocked him.

I winked at him and then I turned around. My hands went to the upper hem of my skirt and removed it slowly. I couldn't even suppress the smile of satisfaction on my lips when I heard how he gasped and swallowed so hard.

Now, I was only left with my undies . . . I bent over for him to see my behind.

My eyes glanced back at him and saw that he was sweating more than earlier.

I stood up and danced to the rhythm of the music. I turned around and made a few steps backward towards him, turned to him and met his gaze before I sat on his lap. I then bent over once again, moved my hips slowly until I felt his stomach pressed on my rear. His hands traveled all the way to my waist and in an instant, he made me sit on his lap as if I was riding a bicycle.

My crotch reached a hard spot in between his legs. I slowly grinded while our bodies pressed to each other. I wrapped my arms around his neck. This was supposed not to be part of my performance but I couldn't help but be carried away.

I began moaning softly as I felt the intensity of this sensation that seemed to have overpowered me.

"Oh, Fuck!" He groaned. I felt his hands snaking through my waist.

My body began to quiver as he kissed my neck and as his warm breath lingered through my ears. He then glanced at my eyes and then his lips slowly reached mine.

Chase Maxwell could kiss me all day. His lips were soft like cotton candy, sweet like honey caused by a tea he drank earlier.

Our bodies collided with each other. His touch made my body burn as if there was a wildfire. I moaned once again, trying to catch my breath from his rough kisses. I pulled his hair to deepen our kiss. He bit my lower lip and used it as a chance to part my lips and slipped his tongue inside. His tongue as well as his mouth were both warm, and were sending butterflies from my stomach all the down to my sex.

He then forcibly stopped and looked at me in the eyes. I softly groaned and tried to kiss him again but he held and caressed my face.

"Reese, is this really you?" he asked with his ragged breathing.

His question made me a bit nervous. I breathed sharply and swallowed the lump in my throat.

I gasped when he carried me. His hands held both of my legs and wrapped them around his waist. My heart started to race faster when he put me on top of his office table.

He then put me on top of his office table and made me sit on the edge of it. I got more nervous when he removed his belt without even looking away . . . then removed his pants.

My eyes widened as I saw how hard he was. I gulped . . .

Uh-oh . . .

He held my chin and made me look at him.

"Eyes here, baby . . ." he whispered warily.

He then kissed me torridly. I knew I was nervous but my body seemed to have a mind of its own. Before I even realized it, I already embraced him as he started claiming my lips. I moaned and gasped when he started kissing my neck, licked my earlobes a bit, and my body started quivering when he slowly kissed my shoulders.

I felt my bra fall down to my lap. I didn't even notice that he removed it already! His hand was quick enough to undress me. He picked it up and threw it on the floor.

"You're so beautiful, Reese . . ." he murmured as he leaned down to kiss the peak of my breast.

"C-Chase— Urgh . . ."

His tongue swirled around, sucking, biting and licking my peak like a lollipop. My voice became so foreign as I moaned several times until his lips slowly drifted down on my stomach.

I felt him brushing his knee in between my legs intentionally which added up to the intense emotion I'd been trying to control. I growled when it hit my slit.

My hand traveled to his head and caressed his hair. As my fingers ran deep to his scalp, a musky, earthy, and fresh leaves fragrance dominated my nostrils.

He began kissing my upper thighs. I was gently holding his neck while he was doing it. His hands started removing my red underwear.

I swallowed and looked at the main door, hoping that no one would dare to knock and interrupt us.

I glanced back at him, and watched how he removed his boxer shorts.

I froze, and gulped down as I stared on his shaft.

"Feel it," he said and then he began brushing it to my thighs.

Every move it made, my breath was like being taken away. As it nearly reached my slit, he immediately stopped, looked at me and smirked.

My lips formed a thin line. This guy was making me crazy.

"Are you going to put it inside me or what?" I asked, which made him grin more. My eyes widened as I realized how blunt I was. Humiliation struck me that I had to cover my mouth. "Oops . . ."

He chuckled, leaned down and removed my hand on my mouth.

"Sinfully taste good . . ." he murmured and claimed my lips once again.

I was trying to hold back as I realized how bold my behavior was but he made me feel that he really owned every part of me.

What happened to your top notch performance, Olivia? I initiated this game of teasing and pleasuring him but it appeared that the tables have turned. He was the one pleasuring me the most!

I was out of breath when he stopped kissing me. I had to admit that I was a bit pissed off as I watched him smirking at me . . .

This billionaire was getting on my nerves!

***

I didn't know that making out inside the office of a certain billionaire would bring a lot of tingling excitement within my entire system. I knew to myself that I should be the one controlling the whole situation but Chase, who appeared to be a pro when it comes with making out, overpowered me.

My mind was too haywire. I couldn't even remember why I went here. All I cared about was his kisses, warm touch and the desire to do something beyond making out. My mind was clouded with this temptation I could no longer resist, as the man who was pleasuring me seemed to have bewitched me.

He laid me down on his office table, not minding all those folders that instantly fell on the floor. Another wave of excitement engulfed my senses as I felt his tongue licking the space between my breasts. It went down to my stomach . . . to my navel and down there.

I gasped when I felt his warm breath brushing against my skin. My back arched when he began planting soft kisses on my sex.

My eyes were shut, mouth was half opened and my breathings were too heavy. I bit my lower lip when his tongue tasted my slit.

"Ch-Chase . . ." I moaned his name and arched my back once again when his finger slowly massaged me down there, following the same movement his tongue was doing.

"We'll take it nice and slow," he murmured and continued what he was doing.

I lost count on how many times I moaned his name. I even tried to cover my mouth, afraid that his employees outside would hear my sultry whimpers. I was about to reach my climax but then a fuckin' loud call from his cellphone interrupted us.

We both stared at each other. He seemed contemplating whether he would answer that call or continue where we left off but I thought it might be an important call so I nodded my head at him, indicating that he could answer it.

He grabbed his phone that was resting on the other side of his office table, put it in between his ears and shoulders as he started putting his clothes on. That made me want to stomp my feet on the ground.

For heaven's sake, I allowed him to answer the call but that didn't mean that we're done making out!

I didn't know why but I started to feel a bit irritated. I got up to my feet and grabbed my clothes and wore them too while he was busy talking to someone on the phone.

"Dad, you know that Reese doesn't remember anything. I don't think she's ready to speak in front of these reporters just to release a statement about what happened!"

I looked at Chase upon hearing him mentioning Reese' name. He was pacing back and forth, massaging his head while talking to Ernest Maxwell, his father. Out of curiosity, I decided to walk towards him. I stood just a few steps from him so I could listen to what they were talking about.

"Damn it, Chase! It is already affecting our stock price. Our shareholders are already concerned about this issue and you will do what I say. Talk to Reese and force her to release a statement! Otherwise, our company will be doomed all because of these nonsense rumors about the both of you!"

I swallowed hard. His father was so furious that even though I was a few steps away from Chase, I could still hear Uncle Ernest's loud scream from the other line. I bit my lower lip as I looked at Chase.

I didn't know that Reese' comeback would cause him a lot of headache.

"Then you should've let us get married then, Dad! That's the only resolution that will end your nightmares!" Chase was almost shouting too.

Without further hesitation, I walked closer to him, snaking one arm on his waist while my other hand caressed his arm. His ragged breathing was so evident. He let out a huge sigh, controlling his emotion as he looked at me.

"This will be fixed by a simple statement she can release to the crowd, Chase. Just do what I say and I need it done as soon as possible!"

After that call, Chase wasn't in the mood all over again. We sat on the couch and all I could do was to comfort him.

"I-I'm sorry, Reese," he said in a weak tone and gazed at me. "I didn't want you to hear any of that."

"That's alright." I caressed his cheek and gave him a genuine smile. "I should be the one apologizing to you. If only I could remember everything . . ."

"Hush, baby, it's not your fault." He held my hand and squeezed it. "And whatever you've done in the past, it will all remain in the past. I don't care about it anymore for as long as you're here with me. Got that?"

I nodded and leaned my head on his shoulders. "But, I can release a statement if you want. If that was the only thing I can do to help and for your father to have a peace of mind."

He sighed. "I'll think about it first, Reese. I don't want to get you in trouble."

"You love me that much?" I asked and looked up at him.

His eyes met mine. "I love you more than you can imagine, baby . . ."

I smiled sweetly as I heard him say it. Reese fuckin' Jones was so lucky to have this guy.

"Hmm, you mentioned that you came here before you have an important thing to tell me. What is it, Reese?" he asked curiously.

"Oh, that?" I blinked twice and smiled widely at him.

I recalled the reason why I came here. I needed money so I could help Lara . . . but damn it! I didn't know how to even open it up to him!

"Actually, I was just bored at home so I wanted to visit you here," I reasoned out.

He shifted his position, paying attention to every nonsense thing I had to say.

"I actually met Debby and Martha. I thought they were your clients because they are wearing fancy clothes. I kinda like their outfit." I chuckled awkwardly. "How I wish I had the money to buy such fancy clothes for myself."

I pouted my lips, acted as if I was sad about the idea of not having fancy clothes like his secretaries . . . I hoped he'd buy it and give me money . . . I hid one hand and crossed my fingers. I even let out a huge sigh and lowered my head to make my acting more convincing.

"Don't feel sad about it, Reese." He held my chin and made me look at me. "I'd give anything you want. I'm sorry I forgot that you lost your memories. Now that you mentioned it, I realized you didn't have something to use for your expenses."

"Y-Yeah," I shyly said. "You know what? T-That's okay. I-I think I just need to try harder and find my credit cards at home or ask mom—"

"No, I can help, Reese. I know your mom has a lot on her plate so let me take care of what you need, alright?"

I smiled and nodded at him. He then stood up and went to his office table. He opened a drawer underneath. My eyes widened when he took his checkbook and wrote something on it.

I hid my smirk, wanted to jump and scream out loud inside because Chase would be giving me some money!

"I remember about that three hundred thousand dollars I owed you," he said as he signed the check. "Here it is."

I stood up and walked towards him, hands were clasped together at my back as I hid my excitement for money.

"Yeah, right before you came I was struggling for money. I wanted to use my supposed payment to pay a lot of people. I didn't know what happened exactly but those two months were like a rat race for me . . ."

He stood up and went to me. I didn't flinch when he kissed me on my lips. It was a soft and quick kiss . . . He was definitely a good kisser!

"But now that you're back and while I am with you, I won't let it happen again, Reese . . ." he uttered like a promise.

"Thank you, Chase," I said and hugged him. "I really appreciate you helping me."

He chuckled. "You'll be my wife soon. My riches are yours too."

"I don't need those . . ." You're such a liar, Olivia. "Just stay by my side and I'll be good."

"I'll stay by your side as always, Reese." I felt him kissing the side of my head. "Anyway, you can also take my card. In case you need to buy something, just use it in the meantime. I'll ask my secretary to work on your credit cards as soon as possible, alright?"

I smiled widely as I hugged him. My goodness! This was the life I've been dreaming for!

"Alright, baby . . ." I gazed up at him and kissed him on his lips.

***

The next day . . .

I went to the bank right after having my lunch to encash the check Chase had given me yesterday. I couldn't suppress my smile as I watched how the bank teller counted the cash in front of me. Dang! Never in my entire life was I able to hold such a huge amount of money. This was the very first time and the thought that I'd be able to buy anything I wanted made me feel so ecstatic.

I didn't waste much time anymore as I was excited to see Lara and give her the money she needed. As soon as I left the bank, I immediately advised my driver to send me to Lara's apartment.

While we were on our way, I was busy typing some text messages for Chase. As his soon-to-be wife, it was part of my job to be sweet with him. Of course, that includes sending him some sweet messages!

But what should I tell him? I raised an eyebrow as I looked at my phone.

Hmm . . . I type whatever comes across my mind.

To: Chase Maxwell

I'm on my way to my friend's home, baby.

I hope you'll have a great day ahead, Chase! I missed you! :*

I smirked. I bet Chase's mood would lighten up as soon as he reads my text messages. I just hope nothing bad or awful happens to him today. He had enough of shits yesterday and I felt that he needed to take a break from all those headaches for the time being.

I wonder if Reese was taking good care of him when she was still here . . . well regardless if she was or not, I was the one taking her role now. I would do everything so that Chase would be happy and won't be suspicious of me.

If Chase was happy, then I could get more money from him. Simple as that!