Chapter 126 Who's Bigger?
Olivia's POV:
The hour-long movie had barely reached the ten-minute mark when I couldn't take it anymore.
For one thing, the visual impact was overwhelming. This was my first time watching something so explicit, and doing so with Ethan beside me made it unbearably awkward.
For another, Ethan wasn't behaving himself at all. He'd been touching me constantly since the film began, asking ridiculously juvenile questions. Like whether he was bigger than the male lead in the movie.
I knew exactly what he meant and wanted nothing to do with the question. Pretending not to hear seemed like the safest strategy.
"I asked you a question, Reddy." Ethan, however, was particularly relentless in moments like these. When I didn't respond, he insisted on an answer.
I realized I couldn't avoid responding, but I refused to directly answer such an absurd question. Instead, I deliberately misinterpreted: "Well, judging by appearances alone..."
Ethan chuckled against my neck, then suddenly pressed his fingers deeper, his voice turning husky. "Answer the real question. Who's bigger?"
"Ah! You—" I gasped, tilting my head back as my breathing became uneven. "You are. You're... bigger."
Ethan was clearly unsatisfied with my response. He lifted his head from my neck and bit my flushed cheek lightly, his tone growing more forceful. "Be specific. What part of me is bigger than his?"
I couldn't bring myself to say it. Such explicit talk was too mortifying for me.
Ethan's large hand pressed against my lower back, pulling me firmly into his embrace. His lips touched my ear as he articulated each word with deliberate clarity: "Repeat after me. 'Your cock is much bigger than the man in the movie.'"
"I can't—"
"Repeat it," he insisted, his tone brooking no refusal.
My face burned hot enough to melt steel. I bit my lip, closed my eyes, and quickly mumbled the sentence, my voice barely audible. When I reached the anatomical reference, I rushed through the words at rap-star speed.
"Didn't catch that. Say it again," Ethan said, obvious pleasure in his voice.
I was so frustrated I bit down on his shoulder, then glared at him defiantly. "I'm not saying it again!"
Ethan didn't get angry. Instead, he smiled slightly, lowered me onto the sofa, and knelt down.
As soon as Ethan's lips made contact, I couldn't help but let out a soft moan.
Just as I began to lose myself in the sensation, my sounds gradually growing more pronounced, Ethan's phone suddenly rang.
The jarring ringtone startled me so badly that I instantly climaxed with a sharp gasp.
Ethan choked, coughing several times.
Mortified, I immediately flipped over to bury my face deep into the sofa cushions, unable to look at him.
He stood up, running his tongue over his lips with a rakish expression, tugging at his dampened shirt collar with one hand before turning to answer the phone. "Speak."
After hanging up, Ethan's expression turned cold. He walked to the sofa, his face serious. "Something urgent came up at the company. I'll have someone pick you up, or you can stay here for the night if you prefer."
I could only nod.
Ethan leaned down to kiss my lips briefly. "I owe you. I'll make it up when I get back."
I glanced at his dampened white shirt, my cheeks still flushed. "You should change your shirt first."
Ethan looked down, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly. "Good point."
After changing clothes, Ethan left the Beverly Hills Hotel without further conversation.
I turned off the movie and returned to the bedroom to sleep.
Yet lying in bed, I couldn't fall asleep. My mind was a jumble of thoughts.
When it came to intimacy, Ethan rarely showed gentleness. He was typically fierce and intense, just like the man himself—forceful through and through.
Today's rare tenderness, with his attentive care, had allowed me to experience genuine pleasure.
But before that pleasure could fully bloom, he'd been called away.
If it weren't something critically important, Ethan wouldn't have left so abruptly at such a moment.
What could it be?
I suddenly realized how little I knew about Ethan.
I didn't know what he liked or disliked. I'd never tried to learn.
What his company actually did, which industries it operated in—I'd never bothered to find out.
All I'd been thinking about was when I could leave him, whether I would truly be free after our two-year agreement ended.
Reflecting on our year together, I had to admit Ethan wasn't entirely terrible.
When my grandfather and grandmother fell ill, he had helped me. Though there was coercion involved, he had genuinely assisted with real financial support.
During two summer vacations, he'd taken me to various countries. We'd seen dreamlike auroras and Parisian sunsets by the Seine. He'd bought me priceless diamonds, arranged fireworks displays, and taken me to drone light shows.
He had given me both extravagant romance and profound tenderness.
This man displayed his good and bad qualities openly. His desire and affection were never hidden, but directly expressed.
In contrast, I didn't dare act the same way.
I wished I could be someone who loved and hated boldly—how liberating that would be.
But I feared that if I genuinely invested myself emotionally, I might discover Ethan was merely playing with me.
The sudden ring of my phone interrupted my chaotic thoughts.
Snapping back to reality, I checked the screen to see Walter's number.
Had Ethan sent Walter to pick me up?
I quickly answered, my voice sweet: "Walter, you're here already?"
Walter's voice came through: "I'm on my way, Miss Reed. Mr. Bennett was concerned about you being alone at the hotel, so he asked me to bring you home. I should arrive in about ten minutes."
"Okay, I'll get ready and meet you downstairs," I replied.
After hanging up, I hurriedly changed clothes. Just as I finished, my phone rang again, this time showing an unknown number.
"Hello? Who is this?" I asked cautiously.
"Olivia, it's me," Alexander's voice came through.
I was surprised. "Alexander? What's going on?"
"I'm transferring the bar to you," Alexander said cheerfully.
I immediately protested: "That's not necessary. I don't know the first thing about running a bar."
Alexander chuckled. "Ethan already agreed. If I don't follow through, he'll have my head. You don't want me to get beat up, do you?"
I suggested: "Why don't you just transfer it directly to him then?"
"Olivia," Alexander sighed, "don't make this difficult for me. I promised it to you, and if you don't accept, he won't forgive me. Crossing Ethan Bennett isn't something anyone in LA wants to do."
I relented: "Fine, but Walter is coming to pick me up. I need to go home."
"Perfect timing. Let Walter come along with you. That'll keep Ethan from getting suspicious."
I laughed softly. "Alright, I'll let him know."
Alexander quickly added: "Actually, don't mention it to him yet. Ethan's dealing with a major situation at his company right now."
I automatically asked: "What happened at his company?"