Chapter 98 Getting Wild, Are We?
Olivia's POV:
His body froze against mine. In the dim light, I could see his eyes widen slightly before narrowing into calculated slits.
"Why aren't you asleep?" he asked, voice husky.
Without answering, I reached for the light switch beside the bed and flipped it on.
The bright light flooded the hospital room, illuminating everything in stark clarity. Under the harsh fluorescents, Ethan's muscular body gleamed with a honey-colored glow—defined abs, beautiful muscle lines, and a powerful chest all radiating strength and vitality. This was a perfect, sexy, testosterone-filled mature male body, full of robust vitality with no signs of injury whatsoever.
I crossed my arms over my chest, calmly looking at him.
Ethan's eyes met mine, and I could see him fighting the urge to pull me into his arms. Instead, he ran his tongue against his teeth, the corner of his mouth lifting into a half-smile.
I couldn't even force a fake smile. "Ethan, I never thought you could be so childish."
Ethan smiled. "I just wanted to know if you would cry for me."
"Haven't you ever heard the story of the boy who cried wolf?" I asked.
"I have," he said.
He reached out, pulling me into his embrace, his arms encircling my waist. The stubble on his chin grazed my neck as he nuzzled against me, his voice deepening. "But, Liv, I don't care about the wolf. I just wanted to know if in here..." His long finger pressed against my chest, right over my heart, applying gentle pressure. "...you have me?"
I pushed his hand away. "Do you know the answer now?"
Ethan released a low, throaty laugh and leaned in to kiss me.
I pushed him away. "You lied to me. I can't just forgive you like that."
Ethan rested his forehead against mine, smiling. "How would you like to punish me, hmm?"
"Get me four pairs of handcuffs," I said. "I want to tie you up."
Ethan's eyes narrowed, his smile deepening with intrigue. "Getting wild, are we?"
My face flushed with heat. "Don't ask questions. Just get them."
Ethan made a phone call to one of his men, and within minutes, four pairs of handcuffs were delivered to the room. I asked Ethan to send his bodyguards away, claiming I didn't want them to hear anything.
Ethan readily complied, ordering the three guards to leave and return in two hours.
"Thirty minutes will be enough," I said, knowing the drug would need that long to take effect.
Ethan laughed. "Thirty minutes is nowhere near enough."
I turned to the bodyguards. "Come back in thirty minutes."
After the door closed, I instructed Ethan to lie down with his arms and legs spread. He reached up to stroke my face, his voice thick with anticipation. "Baby, we're in a hospital. If you want to play, shouldn't we go to a hotel?"
I swatted his hand away. "Lie down."
Ethan complied, spreading his arms wide. I secured his wrists and ankles to the bed posts with the handcuffs, then used my nightshirt to blindfold him.
Ethan's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, his voice becoming hoarse. "Liv, this isn't punishment. It's a reward."
After blindfolding him, I patted his cheek. "Exactly. It's a reward."
I took out the pills I'd bought earlier, pried two from their packaging and pushed them into Ethan's mouth. Before he could speak, I took a swig of water and pressed my lips to his, forcing the two small round pills down his throat.
I pulled back, yanking the nightshirt off his face, and went to the bathroom to rinse my mouth.
Ethan rattled the handcuffs, metal clinking against metal.
He lifted his neck slightly, his voice low and questioning. "Baby, what did you just give me?"
I emerged from the bathroom, wiping water from my lips, smiling sweetly. "Something to help with your... performance. You know, down there."
His fox-like eyes narrowed suddenly, the depth of his gaze darkening. "What's wrong? You think I'm not satisfying you enough?"
I leaned down to kiss his lips, pulling away just as he tried to deepen the contact. I pressed my index finger against his sharp, sexy lips and rubbed firmly. "Next time you lie to me, I'll feed you ten of these."
With that, I grabbed my handbag and headed for the door.
Ethan shouted, "Olivia!"
I ignored him, quickly walking to the exit.
My heart hammered in my chest as I hurried down the corridor, expecting Ethan to appear at any moment. I took the stairs instead of the elevator, racing down six floors before exiting through a side door into the cool night air.
I pulled out my phone with trembling fingers and ordered a rideshare, knowing I had precious little time. Those leather-lined handcuffs were just fancy bedroom toys, meant to tease rather than restrain. A man with Ethan's strength would break free in minutes.
I waited anxiously on the curb, checking the app every few seconds. Finally, I saw headlights approaching—my escape was here.
But just as my ride pulled up, another set of headlights appeared. A black car glided to a stop directly behind my taxi. My heart sank as I recognized Ethan's Maybach.
Ethan sat in the back seat, the window rolling down. He dismissed the taxi driver with a wave of his hand.
"Get in the car, Olivia." His voice was calm but left no room for refusal.
I stood frozen on the sidewalk, too afraid to approach.
Ethan took a drag from his cigarette, releasing a cloud of cold white smoke. His deep-set, sharp face appeared even colder and more dangerous through the misty haze. His long fingers removed the cigarette as he spoke in a deep, magnetic voice: "Don't make me say it twice."
"You lied to me first!" I stormed up to the car, anger temporarily overriding my fear.
Ethan reached out to touch my face. "Fine, we're even now."
I sighed in resignation. "Then you can't be mad anymore."
Ethan's lips curled into a smile, his eyes narrowed teasingly. "I'm not mad, but the fire inside me hasn't been quenched. How should we settle that score, hmm?"