Chapter 14: You Like Me, Right?
"What the hell are you doing?"
Charles's face darkened as he quickly grabbed her hand.
Olivia laughed bitterly. "You think I'm dirty, huh? Well, let's get dirty together!"
With that, she fiercely kissed Charles, her hands frantically tearing at his shirt.
To Charles, Olivia had always been like a wildcat with sharp claws.
A wildcat biting when cornered was a kind of thrill.
But one day, the wildcat started to devour people, and Charles was caught off guard.
Initially, Olivia just wanted to transfer the scent of those other men onto Charles, to disgust him.
But as soon as their lips touched, her hatred surged to its peak.
She bit and gnawed at his lips, prying them open with reckless abandon, her teeth clashing against his.
It was like two beasts fighting, neither willing to back down until one was dead.
After tearing open his shirt, her hands roamed wildly over his waist and abdomen, then started to pull at his belt.
"Olivia!"
After a moment of chaos, Charles regained his composure. He grabbed her neck with one hand and her waist with the other, flipping their positions.
Now, Olivia was pinned on the couch.
"Do you have a death wish?"
Charles's eyes were filled with fury, his grip on Olivia's neck tightening.
Olivia could barely breathe, but she kept smiling.
"Yeah, I do. Mr. Green, would you really kill me?"
His grip tightened even more.
Olivia's smile grew brighter.
"You can't bear to. I killed your friend, and you swore revenge, but here I am, still alive after all this time."
"Mr. Green, you like me, don't you? You've praised my body and my skills. You want to fuck me, don't you?"
Charles's voice was low and cold. "Do you even know what you're saying? Have you been fucked so much lately that you're in heat for any man you see?"
"Yes." Olivia lifted her chin, her smile wild and defiant. "I'm in heat. And Mr. Green, you feel something for me too, don't you?"
She raised her leg, her high-heeled foot slowly sliding up from Charles's ankle.
"I can feel your passion for me."
Charles's breathing quickened, his anger intensifying.
That look in his eyes terrified Olivia, but it also drove her to madness.
"Mr. Green, admit it. You like me and want to fuck me. But because your friend died because of me, and those four men you sent before, three of them would have died if I had the right tools, you're scared."
"You're scared that if you fuck me, I'll kill you."
"And you're scared that your heart might fall for me."
"Charles, admit it. You're a coward."
"You want to die, don't you? I'll grant your wish."
Charles pulled a gun from his waistband, unlocked the safety, and pressed it to Olivia's forehead.
"Then shoot me."
Olivia grabbed his hand, forcing his finger to the trigger.
Her smile was crazed. "Shoot!"
Charles fired. However...
The bullet grazed Olivia's hair, cutting off a lock, and hit a vase by the wall.
At the last moment, Charles had moved the gun slightly to the side.
"Mr. Davis!"
The henchman at the door rushed in at the sound.
"See? You can't kill me."
The deafening gunshot made Olivia's heart skip a beat, but she quickly adjusted her expression, looking defiantly at the man above her.
"Get out!"
Charles turned the gun on the henchman.
The henchman froze, then quickly ran out. "Sorry, Mr. Davis. I'm leaving. Right now."
"Wait."
Charles called, and the henchman reluctantly returned from the door.
"Take that man away, along with the sheets." Charles pointed the gun at Zachary on the bed.
The henchman quickly tidied up, leaving only Charles and Olivia in the room.
Charles looked down at Olivia and smiled.
"Smart move, trying to provoke me into killing you. Too bad you failed, and now you'll face the consequences."
"What are you going to do?"
Seeing Charles's expression shift from rage to a look of "I'm going to play with you," Olivia panicked.
Charles yanked her off the couch and tossed her aside, then sat down, leisurely playing with the gun.
"Weren't you just trying to seduce me? Keep going. By the way, I like women who dance naked. Start stripping and dancing."
Olivia stood there, glaring at Charles.
"What? Changed your mind about seducing me? Too late." He pointed the gun at her. "You have two choices: strip and dance now, or I'll bring your parents and in-laws here, and you can dance for me in front of them."
"Charles!"
Olivia gritted her teeth, tears streaming down her face.
"Ms. Smith, this is the price of angering me." Charles toyed with the gun. "My patience is limited. I'll count down from five. Five, four, three..."
Olivia's trembling fingers unzipped her dress.
The dress, the underwear.
Until she was completely naked.
As the last piece of clothing fell, Charles turned on the music.
Olivia moved stiffly, her tears falling faster, her eyes growing redder.
"That's terrible. Is that supposed to be dancing?"
Charles tossed the gun on the couch and walked over.
"Your waist is too stiff. Loosen up."
"That leg is too low. Lift it higher."
"Here, your butt needs to be more arched."
"This move requires a split, horizontally."
"Not good enough. Do it again."
Since meeting Charles, Olivia had endured countless humiliations, each one feeling like the worst.
But now, Charles showed her he could always think of something even more degrading.
Time passed slowly, and the music finally stopped.
Charles expected Olivia to collapse.
She was trembling all over, stumbling occasionally during the dance.
It was a miracle she made it to the end of the music.
But Olivia stood there, teeth clenched, eyes filled with defiance and hatred, as if she was ready to throw knives at him.
Seeing Charles staring at her, Olivia lifted her chin higher.
He could humiliate her, even kill her.
But as long as she was alive and breathing, she would find a way to kill him.
No matter what, she would never give up.
Charles stared into her eyes for a long time, then his gaze traveled down, over her high nose, swollen red lips, slender neck, delicate collarbones, full breasts, narrow waist, and long legs.
He unbuckled his belt, took off his pants, and grabbed Olivia's arm, dragging her to the bed.