He was trying… He was trying to turn over a new leaf for Olivia’s sake. No more wet work on Silent Triad enemies. No more ordering hits on anyone who got in his way.
But like that poor fuck in Airplane said, it looked like he picked the wrong week to quit drinking.
He had never wanted to end someone the way he wanted to end Garrett for the hit job he’d done on Olivia’s head.
But he couldn’t disappear her ex. He needed to do this the right way with her. The legitimate way. So he pushed killing Garrett out of his mind and concentrated on the most important part.
“You want to give me your mouth?” he asked, holding her gaze.
She clamped her lips and shyly nodded.
“Then do it quick,” he told her. “Like, right fucking now, or I’m going to bust this nut just thinking about your pretty lips wrapped around my dick.”
“Alright,” Olivia said—the same way he did when he decided to do a thing.
He liked that they had inside jokes now. He also liked the light kisses she peppered down his torso.
Olivia wasn’t on the pill, so they were still using rubbers. But they’d both provided each other with clean STD tests, so she took the condom he hadn’t used off and set it aside.
Honestly, he didn’t know what that douchebag was thinking. Just watching her wrap her dark fingers around his dick was enough to make him drip pre-cum.
And when she thoughtfully licked it up—swirling her tongue around the opening of his cock, then pressing into the tip. He might have lost his load right there if he wasn’t so dedicated to seeing what would happen next.
He was the Olivia show’s number one fan.
And she rewarded him for his patient viewership by swallowing him down, the way only a medical practitioner who had a thorough understanding of the gag reflex could.
Fuck! He didn’t want to go to this baby shower, but damn if he didn’t blow with just a few bobs of her head.
And this woman…
She swallowed down every drop.
Then she was the one giving him a cocky smile as she said, “Okay, let’s get ready.”
As Dawn was constantly saying out loud since she was every single thing wrong with millennials: Ugh!
The reaction to him walking into the house he shared with Victor and Han in Rhode Island was even worse than he was expecting.
At least her people had the courtesy just to glance their way and whisper behind their hands.
One of their new business partners, Luca Ferraro, the don of the Italian Ferraro Family, was the first to spot them when they came through the door of the seaside mansion Phantom shared with Victor and Han. He openly stared before dropping his head to whisper in his blind wife, Amber’s ear. Probably about how their beloved obstetrician just walked in on Phantom’s arm.
“Are you shitting me?” Amber said out loud.
“Ssh!” one of the other guests hissed at her. “You don’t want Dawn to hear us!”
But even Victor didn’t prioritize the party everyone had come here for.
His cousin’s eyes widened when he saw the woman on Phantom’s arm. And he pushed through the crowd to sign, “Why didn’t you tell me who your fiancé was?”
Good question. Phantom tried to think of an answer, any answer but the truth—which was that he didn’t know how long he’d have with Olivia, and he hadn’t wanted to share her with anyone else.
They were fake engaged, but they’d only been dating a month. And Olivia thought the intimate relationship part of it was just for shits and giggles. She had no idea he was playing to win.
Case in point, she stepped in with an obviously prepared explanation before Phantom could.
“Our marriage promise happened so fast, I don’t think he thought about it,” Olivia whispered, signing in ASL along with her words.
Victor stared at her, as did Phantom.
“You speak ASL?” Victor asked for the both of them.
“Just enough to deliver babies,” Olivia admitted with a wince, still signing. “And I don’t know the version you were speaking before. Is it CSL?”
“Yes,” Victor answered her in ASL.
Then, though he’d chastised Phantom at least 100 times about using Chinese sign language in front of Dawn, who also didn’t understand it, Victor switched to CSL to ask Phantom, “Have you taken her to meet Grandmother?”
Phantom tilted his head at Victor.
Three years. He’d dated the woman he thought he might marry for three years, and Victor never once suggested taking her to meet their grandmother.
But here was his cousin asking him about that after just three minutes of talking to Olivia.
“They already met,” Phantom answered, also in CSL.
And Victor lifted his eyebrows with so many questions in his eyes—questions Phantom wouldn’t answer, even in CSL.
Luckily, Dawn called out, “Victor? Victor, where are you?” before his cousin could grill him any further.
