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She smacked his chest.“Fuck you.”
Chapter 38
Olivia
Thedayafterherfirst date with Connor, Olivia was both on top of the world and annoyed as fuck.She hadn’t planned on riding his fingers to orgasm when they got home, but she wasn’t mad about it.
Being with Connor was always going to be good.She loved him too much for it not to be.And going in on a whim let her enjoy it without worrying too much about how she should move or talk.She hadn’t had a chance to dwell on whether she had built it up too much in her head.(She hadn’t; her imagination did him dirty.Real-life Connor was way better than imaginary Connor).Best climax of her life, and they hadn’t even fucked.
Her annoyance stemmed from his reluctance to let her return the favor.
He licked his fingers clean, and then when she reached for him, he trapped her hands and gave her a chaste kiss before enforcing bedtime like she was five.No amount of pouting had changed his mind.Olivia didn’t like to hold grudges, but his refusal would bother her until she could rectify the situation.
She was making breakfast for Connor and Valentine, who were running late, when her phone dinged with a message.
She opened it to find a new group chat with Daisy and an unknown number.
Daisy
Hey Olivia, hope it’s okay I gave Roxie your number.Her work has a job opening you might be interested in.
Olivia didn’t even realize she and Roxie had never exchanged numbers.
Unknown
Let me know if you’re still job hunting.Think you’d like my clinic.
She saved Roxie’s number in her phone and spent so long overthinking her response she burned her eggs.She pulled the too-hot pan off the stove and extinguished the burner.
Connor hugged her from behind and placed a kiss on her shoulder.He read the text over her shoulder.
“You’re still job hunting?”
“Yeah.”
His arms tightened around her waist.“Whyyyy?You said staying home to raise kids would be ideal.”
She turned in his hold, looping her arms around his neck.“I also said I always want to have my own income after what Lance did to me.”
Connor groaned.“That fucking asshole.I’ll give you an ironclad prenup.Fifty-fifty, no loopholes.”
Olivia laughed.“We don’t have kids to raise.”
He slipped his hands up her shirt, caressing her back.“We could make some.”
She flirtatiously shoved him away.He held on tighter, making her laugh and squirm.
“We’ve been on one date.It could all crash and burn.”
“Your lack of faith in us is concerning.”He snatched her phone from her hands.
She pushed at his chest, freeing herself from his arms.He held her phone out of her reach.Instead of playing his game, she put her hands on her hips and waited for him to do whatever he wanted.He typed something, and Olivia heard the swooshing sound of a sent message before he handed it to her.She read the group chat thread.
Stop poaching my girl Roxie.You can’t have her.
Two messages came through in quick succession.
Daisy
