Chapter 4 Don't Touch Me

Olivia's POV

I gave a delicate blink and a small gulp when his lips were so close to mine, and suddenly my phone rang. I was startled. I bowed my head and searched inside my bag for my phone before uttering, "Hello?"

It was my mother; she was so concerned about what had happened tonight that the news had made its way to her ears. "Oh, Livvy! What the heck is happening? I heard that you got into trouble! And Matthew wrecks someone's face outside the Metropolitan's club."

I clenched my teeth and looked over at Matthew, who was staring at me the whole time. I bit my lower lip and sighed.

"Mom, don't worry about it. Matthew saved me, so I'm safe." My mom wasn't buying it, so she asked, "Where are you right now? You shouldn't be in any club at all. May I tell you that you are married, and you should take care of our family's reputation? Don't do that ever again, Olivia! You know that Mr. Huxley won't be so happy to hear this news!"

Matthew grabbed the phone out of my hand as I groaned anxiously because I didn't know what to say anymore, and then he said, "She's not in your concern anymore. She's now my worry, and what happened to her is my fault. You should be glad that I married your daughter saving your company from a mess scandal." Then Matthew put the call on hold and gave me my phone without looking at me.

"Mom, I'm sorry."

"Olivia, don't hang up the call, I'm still talking to you-"

"Sorry." I ended the call with a sigh, then put the phone in my bag.

It was pretty late in the night when we arrived, so I was also a little sleepy and weary. However, I was awestruck by the beauty that was contained within his traditional house that was located in the forest. As I looked around, I noticed that Matthew was enjoying his whiskey by the inviting swimming pool. I threw my bag on the couch, sat down, and lay back till I fell asleep.

I woke up in a soft, fluffy bed and looked up to see a white ceiling and a gold chandelier. I took a deep breath and slowly let it out while slowly stretching my arms. I frowned when I remembered that I had slept on the oversized couch the night before. How come I'm here?

"Did he carry me up here?"

Then I heard the shower running, and when I opened the bathroom, I saw him naked; my eyes dropped to his abs and his massive manhood, saluting me with something. He stared at me as he put his hands on his hips and said, "Enjoying what you see?"

I shut my mouth when I heard his words and covered my innocent eyes. "Oh my god, I should not have opened this door!" I closed the door in a panic, but he came towards me and pulled me closer to him, which made me shiver in his arms.

"It's okay, I'm your husband and you need to see this. Is this your first time seeing a naked man?" He laughed like he couldn't believe how I was reacting.

I pushed him away, "Don't...touch me."

He put a towel around his torso, and teased me, "Really? You haven't touched one before?"

I tightly shut my eyes and said, "Oh my god, don't bother me." I turned around and crossed my arms across my chest. "Put your clothes on, please."

I bit my bottom lip as he yanked my hand down to his chest and his extremely huge dick; it felt hot and vibrating at the same time. He had me touch it in the most seductive way possible, and then he closed his eyes and slowly pressed himself against me. "M-Matthew..." I stammered when I let go of his dick. I straightened my back, and he grabbed my waist and kissed my lips. I moaned as his tongue kept playing with my tongue and mouth, and then he said, "Forget who you are, just feel me....okay? It feels good, right?"

He took off my top pajamas and was about to touch my breast when the doorbell rang. The buzz kept going, so he put his head on my chest in frustration and whispered, "Fuck."

He let go of me and went outside to see who had just come in. He was surprised to know that it was a woman. She had blonde hair and wore a white summer dress. Then she yelled, "Matthew!" with a big smile. "I thought you had left me already, but you're still here in your traditional house! I like this house, can I stay here for three days?"

I look at the woman with a face that doesn't look too happy that she's here. Then I went to the kitchen, but they were still talking about random things in the living room. I could still hear the woman laughing from every room in the house. I rolled my eyes at that disgraceful phrase and thought, "Damn, I almost gave in today, Matthew is a real jerk. He almost had me fooled!"

"I'm sorry Nadia, but I can't let you stay here. Maybe we can see each other sometime some other day." Matthew said, and the woman was hugging him tightly, kissing his neck, and his cheek, and it boils my blood to see that scene.

"Please...please-" She begged like a beggar.

"I can't. I have her." Matthew said and glanced at me.

Her smile faded, and asked, "Why? Don't tell me that she's your girlfriend. Is she your new toy? I can be your toy for the rest of your life, just dump that woman! She looks so boring and can't even satisfy your needs in bed."

Gosh, she sounds really crazy right now. I walked towards her, and threw the glass of cold coffee to her face, "I'm not his toy, and I will never be."

She stepped backward and rubbed her face angrily, "What is your problem?! You ruined my Gucci dress!"

Matthew tried to stop her from attacking me but she take a hold of my hair strand so I grabbed her hand and twisted it, and she groaned in pain. "Let go of me, bitch!"

I let go of her hand, and she rubbed her wrist with a sour face, looking at me. "Who is she?!"

"Are you curious about who I am? I'm Olivia Martin, and the man that you are flirting is my fucking husband!" I told her in a clear voice, and her face suddenly turned white.

I went on, "So it doesn't matter to me if you fuck him or mess around in this house as long as you don't bother me! And don't call me his plaything, because I'm not as cheap as you are."

After she heard that from me, she walked away in shame and was not even glancing back. Matthew was staring at me in blank expression, and I could'nt tell of what he was thinking right now about me.

"Olivia," he said, but I didn't answer. Instead, I entered the room and locked the door so he couldn't get in. But he broke the door, which made me exclaim. "What the hell!"

I stood and faced him, "Matthew, what do you want? I've already told you not to mess with me.

He sighed and reached for my hand, but I told him, "I don't want any disrespect from your sex slaves women. Just don't get in my way."

Then my phone rang, the name registered was Steven. We both look at each other, and he asked, "And who the fuck is Steven?"

"Matthew, why do you care so much about my life? We are just married on paper, and we are strangers to each other. You can't ask something like you know me!" I grabbed the phone on the side table and was about to answer the call but he snatched the phone out of my hand.

"Are you having an affair?"

I laugh at him, "Affair?"

"Why are you laughing? So it's true that you have a relationship with another man outside our marriage?"

I inhaled my fury and said calmly, "You can fuck any woman you want, just please give me back my phone!"

He answered the call and said, "Who the fuck is this?" his expression changed as he heard my gay friend's voice.