Chapter Rating: PG.... oh gurl, no you didn't!
"We're going to have to find a way to get exact numbers for the South Beach's last quarterly fallout in 2008. We need to be able to compare it to the Monserrate's to get some detailed totals." Andrew tossed a couple of papers down unto the desk in Olivia's suite and rubbed his forehead.
"I wouldn't stress over getting too detailed about the quarterlies right now. Mr. Rivera knows how far behind the SB fell compared to his other owned properties. We simply need to tow the bottom line." Olivia wrote something down on a notepad and then scratched it out.
"True... But pointing out our phenomenal room sales in our last 2008 season will help boost the confidence factor."
"You're thinking too much like a money-man."
"There is a reason for that."
"Yes, I realize this, and normally I find your outstanding knowledge of one of my favorite topics to be incredibly sexy," she raised her eyebrow at his evil grin. "Right now, though, it's not going to come in handy. You're missing the fact that the hotel's success is seasonal. It's also event driven. The Beacon is half-way across the country. We can't just walk in and say 'HaHa look what Santa gave us last Christmas', when they can simply turn around and tell us how many girls 'went wild' during spring break."
"But exact numbers make me horny." Andrew pouted.
Olivia shot him a playful smirk. "I am well aware. But we don't need to point out every weakness. We can't risk the whole deal going sour by presenting ourselves as the Empire's only salvation. It's too presumptuous. Antonio is a man of great pride. He won't be subject to ridicule. At the end of the day, his company could easily wipe out mine in a competition of whose dick is bigger."
"Not liking the visual."
"Meh." Olivia shrugged and returned to her note-making endeavors.
Andrew turned his chair around to face the window and leaned back, folding his arms behind his head. "I'm just going to assume something here and feel free to tell me if I'm wrong, but... The Monkey-Wrench. The one that got thrown into your gears during the original attempt to acquire this hotel... It's been taken care of, yes?"
Olivia hand stopped writing and she lost focus of the paper, staring deep in thought.
"Olivia?"
"Yeah, yes…" she waved her hand randomly in the air, "Wrench, POOF... gone."
"Oolliiiivia," Andrew sang. As her most trusted adviser and closest thing to a friend she had these days, he was able to read her rather well after years of close study. "The Wrench isn't going to come back and bite you in the ass, is it?"
Olivia chuckled. "Well, as hot an image as that may be, I am fairly certain that Antonio has taken care of the Wrench for now. It won't be getting jammed in my gears this time."
"Uh-huh?" Andrew eyed her suspiciously.
"And I promise I will try not to let it anywhere near my ass, either."
"We can't have anything mess up this deal."
"Haven't I been the one saying this from the get-go?"
"Just making sure. We all know how much you love to get bitten in the ass, Olivia."
The hotelier gasped and threw an eraser at the back of his head.
Just then Emma and Jane returned from the gift-shops downstairs. Emma had wanted to go right away to pick out souvenirs for her friends and had asked to go even before they had finished unpacking.
"Hya, Baby." Olivia held out her arms and waited for Emma to run into them.
"Jane said we could go to the big pool tomorrow." Emma said with excitement.
"That's if it's okay with you, of course," Jane asked for Emma.
Olivia smiled. "If you're happy Em, Mommy's happy. Now, say hello to Uncle Andrew."
"I just saw him 2 hours ago."
"I love you too squirt."
Emma giggled. "Hiii Uunnncle AAAndyyyy," she sang.
The man laughed. "You are so much like your mother."
"That's a good thing," Emma said proudly with her chin raised high.
Olivia stuck her tongue out at Andrew behind Emma's back.
"Well, I'm going to head out now, go grab something to eat," said the tired babysitter.
"Thanks, Jane, I'll call your room in the morning."
As Jane left, Andrew also stood and announced he'd had enough of number crunching and was going back to his room.
The mom turned to her daughter.
"Guess it's just you and me, kid."
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Natalia had just returned to the hotel. She had spent the last couple of hours driving and thinking, strolling and thinking, shopping and thinking...
You knew it was going to be torturous, seeing her again, she reminded herself. But she knew that there was truly no way she could have prepared herself fully for the gambit of emotions she felt when their eyes met yet again.
Olivia's eyes. Viridian orbs that Natalia had been seeing in her mind’s eye since the moment they had said 'Goodbye'. Natalia had hoped that the memory of them would fade over time. That she would one day soon just wake up and forget what they had looked like, the emerald gemstones that haunted her. Mesmerized her. Saw her. Eyes that somehow seemed to know her, recognized her. Read and comprehended her.
For all the uncertainty surrounding Natalia, of one thing she was most definitely sure: No eyes had ever looked at her the way Olivia's had in that moment. In that room. Five days ago.
And she knew that the memory of that look would never fade over time.
She had reached the door to her suite and rummaged around in her purse to find her key.
Voices?
She listened intently. No one is supposed to be–.
Olivia's voice.
UGH! That fucking... Natalia swiped the key down her own door, swung it open, and slammed it shut. She was still in the corridor.
Go inside your room, Natalia. She reached for her cell to call down to the front desk and demand answers as to why her orders had been disobeyed.
Let them handle it, just walk away. She reached up with her fist and pounded loudly on Olivia's door.
You aren't ready for this! Natalia lowered her cell in front of her and put it on speaker phone just as the door opened slightly.
"What do you think you – " Natalia had looked up from her phone to the doorway but no one was there?
"Hello?" Came a male voice from her cell phone.
"Hello," came a tiny voice from below her.
Natalia hung up the phone and moved the cell that was blocking her line of vision to the angelic face from Olivia's wallet.
Emma.
The little girl looked up at the blank expression on the woman's face and said again, "Hello."
Natalia crouched down just as instinctively as she had seen Olivia do a week ago. She stared into bright blue/green eyes.
"Hi," she finally said as a slow smile made its way through her stunned visage. "You must be Emma," she held her hand out the little girl. When Emma nodded and took it, the two of them simply stared at one another.
"How do you know who I am?" Emma asked.
"Because your mother has those same beautiful eyes." Natalia answered. She flashed a dimpled smile and felt all of the rage and frustration recede from her body.
"Are you Natalia?" Emma asked. The question startled the kneeling woman.
"Yes. How do you know who I am?"
Emma smiled a bright smile but shrugged her shoulders.
"Natalia," a steady, low voice interrupted the moment and the younger woman looked up from Emma to see her mother standing in the doorway. Olivia had been watching the two of them study each other as though they were beings from two separate galaxies – chancing upon one another in outer space – neither one really knowing what to think of the other. She noticed that Natalia was wearing the same odd expression on her face as she had in the elevator bay when she first saw the picture of her daughter.
"I see you two have met." Olivia stared down into dazed chocolate eyes and watched as they came back down to earth.
Natalia cleared her throat and stood up slowly, never taking her eyes off Olivia. She tried to find some of that determined anger, but it had temporarily vanished. That anger was for the woman who flaunted haughty glares and gave dirty looks. The one who could use the tone of her voice and a flirtatious glance and expect to dethrone kings from their empires. The woman who was hell bent on taking everything away from her.
But at this very moment she wasn't seeing that woman. In that dangerous temptress' place stood a mother lioness, with her paw around her baby cub's shoulder, guiding her back into the circle of her protection where they both felt more at ease just by feeling each other’s presence there.
This Olivia looked even more exquisite than Natalia had ever seen her before.
Olivia could actually feel the shift that she saw occur in the younger woman's eyes. She sensed that the new light in which she was being regarded was much different than she had ever been seen in by anyone before. She felt respected in an entirely new way. It confused her. It amazed her. And she reveled in it.
She backed herself and Emma to the side to open a passage way for Natalia to enter the suite.
Natalia moved forward and when they were all inside, Olivia moved behind Natalia to shut the door.
"Emma, Sweety, could you do Mommy a favor and go get ready for dinner while Natalia and I talk for a minute?"
"Okay. Is Natalia coming to dinner with us?"
"Not tonight, Em." Olivia pinched the bridge of her nose. Emma recognized this as a sign that her mother was not happy about something. She knew it wasn't her, but she didn't want to stick around. She hopped across the floor to her bedroom.
When she was certain the Emma was out of earshot, Olivia turned to the brunette and stared her down with a detached look, having not forgotten being so brazenly pushed aside that afternoon. "What do you want?" she demanded of the other woman in a low voice.
"She's a lovely little girl," Natalia said, purposefully ignoring Olivia's question.
"I am well aware of that. What the hell do you want?"
"To ask you the same damned thing?"
Olivia didn't respond to the opposing question. "Why are you here?"
Natalia chuckled with a faked smile. "Wow, you just keep reading my mind," she said in mock amazement and closed her eyes. "Quick! What am I thinking now?"
Olivia narrowed her eyes in annoyance. "That you should have rethought either that outfit, or the choice of shoes you wore with it," she replied and crossed her arms.
Natalia opened her eyes and looked down at her ensemble. "What? They're in season!"
"They were in 2007, also."
Natalia gasped. "Rude!"
Olivia pointed at the shoes. "Ugly!"
Natalia could only cross her arms instead of a rebut, and glared at the blonde.
"Go away!" Olivia said firmly, ending the staring match as she turned and walked further into the living-room.
"Oh, I've tried that one on you several times," Natalia said as she followed behind the other woman. "I believe I even used curse words... Didn't work, obviously."
Olivia spun on her heels and walked the short distance to Natalia and stopped within a foot of her. "You want to know what I want, Natalia?"
"Yes."
"What I'm doing here?"
"Would be nice."
Olivia smirked and thought for a moment before she answered. "It would be nice wouldn't it, Natalia?" She moved half a step closer to the younger woman. "It would help alleviate your stress; make you feel so much better just to know what's in store for you... What I have planned for you. Wouldn't it?"
Natalia lowered her arms but stood her ground. "Like I said, would be nice."
At this Olivia leaned in and shot her the most despising look she'd given anyone in a long time. Her voice took on a warring tone that she was careful not to raise within the hotel suite that she was sharing with her young daughter. "Why the fuck should I do anything nice for you ever again?!"
Natalia once again couldn't respond.
"I don't feel like being 'nice', Natalia," Olivia hissed. "I don't feel like dancing around all of your stupid little issues, while we wait for you to decide the next best way to fuck with my brain."
Olivia was breathing heavier now; the attempt to control herself was wearing on her. "Go find another play-toy, Rivera!"
Natalia saw her opportunity within the ever-so-brief look of sadness the other woman's eyes had just flashed. "You were never a 'play-toy'." Natalia knew it wasn't what Olivia wanted to hear, but it was the truth. And if the truth was going to disarm the lethal woman in front of her long enough to get some answers, then she was damned well going to use it.
Olivia studied the serious and seemingly softer expression on Natalia's face but swiftly decided against taking the bait this time around.
"Fuck-Off, Rivera!"
Okkaaaay, that didn't work, Natalia thought while shifting gears yet again. On to Plan B.
"This is my family's hotel, Spencer, YOU go fuck the hell off!" Natalia was trying to be as loud as an almost whisper could get her. "I reserved for you a perfectly suitable room as far away from me as possible. Hell, I would have called China if I'd had more notice. YOU were the one who switched it back to the room directly across from MINE!"
Olivia turned away, unwilling to let Natalia see that she knew she had a point. Natalia saw the cracks forming and wanted nothing more than to jam her fingers in them and pry her iced walls apart. She wanted Olivia exposed and defenseless against her. She moved closer behind Olivia's back.
"For someone who wants me to 'Fuck-Off' so badly, you seem to have quite a backwards way of showing it." She laughed heartlessly at the other woman and leaned in even closer. "You will always open the door when I knock, Spencer. You will always let me in. You know why?" Natalia was going to go for the win. She could feel the anticipation building.
Olivia closed her eyes and waited to get stabbed with the arrow of truth that was about to hit its target dead on.
"Because, Spencer, there is something that you're just dying for me to fuck, and you and I both know it isn't 'Off'."
Olivia's eyes snapped open and she spun around so fast it startled Natalia.
"Get out of this hotel room... now!"
"We need to talk about this!"
"I am done talking to you, Natalia. I am done with you... period!"
Olivia had begun to walk past Natalia to open the door and show her out, when her wrist was grabbed tightly and she was spun around to face the brunette. Natalia's nails dug slightly into the flesh beneath them and her eyes were wild and angry. Olivia matched the hostile glare and tried to pull her wrist free.
"Mommy?"
Both women were slammed out of the embittered moment. Natalia immediately dropped Olivia's arm and she watched Olivia turn quickly to face her daughter. Emma looked confused, and a little bit worried, at what might be transpiring between her mother and the new woman.
"It's okay, Emma," Olivia smiled nonchalantly and moved around to stand side by side with her adversary. "Natalia and I were just talking, Baby." She gently took the other hotelier's hand in her own. "She and I are going to go to the other room and pick out something for Mommy to wear to dinner, I will come to your room when I'm ready, okay?"
Emma seemed content with her mother's speech and her face went back to being carefree. "Okay, but you two hurry up 'cause I'm getting hungry."
Olivia laughed and Natalia did her best to smile also. "Okay, Sweetheart," Olivia replied as she softly tugged Natalia with her towards her bedroom. She didn't let go though she was the first to walk through the door. When she turned around to pull Natalia inside, the younger woman saw the look on Olivia's face and it froze the blood within her veins.
Natalia knew that she had just inadvertently threatened the lioness' cub.
And she was about to pay.
"We're going to have to find a way to get exact numbers for the South Beach's last quarterly fallout in 2008. We need to be able to compare it to the Monserrate's to get some detailed totals." Andrew tossed a couple of papers down unto the desk in Olivia's suite and rubbed his forehead.
"I wouldn't stress over getting too detailed about the quarterlies right now. Mr. Rivera knows how far behind the SB fell compared to his other owned properties. We simply need to tow the bottom line." Olivia wrote something down on a notepad and then scratched it out.
"True... But pointing out our phenomenal room sales in our last 2008 season will help boost the confidence factor."
"You're thinking too much like a money-man."
"There is a reason for that."
"Yes, I realize this, and normally I find your outstanding knowledge of one of my favorite topics to be incredibly sexy," she raised her eyebrow at his evil grin. "Right now, though, it's not going to come in handy. You're missing the fact that the hotel's success is seasonal. It's also event driven. The Beacon is half-way across the country. We can't just walk in and say 'HaHa look what Santa gave us last Christmas', when they can simply turn around and tell us how many girls 'went wild' during spring break."
"But exact numbers make me horny." Andrew pouted.
Olivia shot him a playful smirk. "I am well aware. But we don't need to point out every weakness. We can't risk the whole deal going sour by presenting ourselves as the Empire's only salvation. It's too presumptuous. Antonio is a man of great pride. He won't be subject to ridicule. At the end of the day, his company could easily wipe out mine in a competition of whose dick is bigger."
"Not liking the visual."
"Meh." Olivia shrugged and returned to her note-making endeavors.
Andrew turned his chair around to face the window and leaned back, folding his arms behind his head. "I'm just going to assume something here and feel free to tell me if I'm wrong, but... The Monkey-Wrench. The one that got thrown into your gears during the original attempt to acquire this hotel... It's been taken care of, yes?"
Olivia hand stopped writing and she lost focus of the paper, staring deep in thought.
"Olivia?"
"Yeah, yes…" she waved her hand randomly in the air, "Wrench, POOF... gone."
"Oolliiiivia," Andrew sang. As her most trusted adviser and closest thing to a friend she had these days, he was able to read her rather well after years of close study. "The Wrench isn't going to come back and bite you in the ass, is it?"
Olivia chuckled. "Well, as hot an image as that may be, I am fairly certain that Antonio has taken care of the Wrench for now. It won't be getting jammed in my gears this time."
"Uh-huh?" Andrew eyed her suspiciously.
"And I promise I will try not to let it anywhere near my ass, either."
"We can't have anything mess up this deal."
"Haven't I been the one saying this from the get-go?"
"Just making sure. We all know how much you love to get bitten in the ass, Olivia."
The hotelier gasped and threw an eraser at the back of his head.
Just then Emma and Jane returned from the gift-shops downstairs. Emma had wanted to go right away to pick out souvenirs for her friends and had asked to go even before they had finished unpacking.
"Hya, Baby." Olivia held out her arms and waited for Emma to run into them.
"Jane said we could go to the big pool tomorrow." Emma said with excitement.
"That's if it's okay with you, of course," Jane asked for Emma.
Olivia smiled. "If you're happy Em, Mommy's happy. Now, say hello to Uncle Andrew."
"I just saw him 2 hours ago."
"I love you too squirt."
Emma giggled. "Hiii Uunnncle AAAndyyyy," she sang.
The man laughed. "You are so much like your mother."
"That's a good thing," Emma said proudly with her chin raised high.
Olivia stuck her tongue out at Andrew behind Emma's back.
"Well, I'm going to head out now, go grab something to eat," said the tired babysitter.
"Thanks, Jane, I'll call your room in the morning."
As Jane left, Andrew also stood and announced he'd had enough of number crunching and was going back to his room.
The mom turned to her daughter.
"Guess it's just you and me, kid."
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Natalia had just returned to the hotel. She had spent the last couple of hours driving and thinking, strolling and thinking, shopping and thinking...
You knew it was going to be torturous, seeing her again, she reminded herself. But she knew that there was truly no way she could have prepared herself fully for the gambit of emotions she felt when their eyes met yet again.
Olivia's eyes. Viridian orbs that Natalia had been seeing in her mind’s eye since the moment they had said 'Goodbye'. Natalia had hoped that the memory of them would fade over time. That she would one day soon just wake up and forget what they had looked like, the emerald gemstones that haunted her. Mesmerized her. Saw her. Eyes that somehow seemed to know her, recognized her. Read and comprehended her.
For all the uncertainty surrounding Natalia, of one thing she was most definitely sure: No eyes had ever looked at her the way Olivia's had in that moment. In that room. Five days ago.
And she knew that the memory of that look would never fade over time.
She had reached the door to her suite and rummaged around in her purse to find her key.
Voices?
She listened intently. No one is supposed to be–.
Olivia's voice.
UGH! That fucking... Natalia swiped the key down her own door, swung it open, and slammed it shut. She was still in the corridor.
Go inside your room, Natalia. She reached for her cell to call down to the front desk and demand answers as to why her orders had been disobeyed.
Let them handle it, just walk away. She reached up with her fist and pounded loudly on Olivia's door.
You aren't ready for this! Natalia lowered her cell in front of her and put it on speaker phone just as the door opened slightly.
"What do you think you – " Natalia had looked up from her phone to the doorway but no one was there?
"Hello?" Came a male voice from her cell phone.
"Hello," came a tiny voice from below her.
Natalia hung up the phone and moved the cell that was blocking her line of vision to the angelic face from Olivia's wallet.
Emma.
The little girl looked up at the blank expression on the woman's face and said again, "Hello."
Natalia crouched down just as instinctively as she had seen Olivia do a week ago. She stared into bright blue/green eyes.
"Hi," she finally said as a slow smile made its way through her stunned visage. "You must be Emma," she held her hand out the little girl. When Emma nodded and took it, the two of them simply stared at one another.
"How do you know who I am?" Emma asked.
"Because your mother has those same beautiful eyes." Natalia answered. She flashed a dimpled smile and felt all of the rage and frustration recede from her body.
"Are you Natalia?" Emma asked. The question startled the kneeling woman.
"Yes. How do you know who I am?"
Emma smiled a bright smile but shrugged her shoulders.
"Natalia," a steady, low voice interrupted the moment and the younger woman looked up from Emma to see her mother standing in the doorway. Olivia had been watching the two of them study each other as though they were beings from two separate galaxies – chancing upon one another in outer space – neither one really knowing what to think of the other. She noticed that Natalia was wearing the same odd expression on her face as she had in the elevator bay when she first saw the picture of her daughter.
"I see you two have met." Olivia stared down into dazed chocolate eyes and watched as they came back down to earth.
Natalia cleared her throat and stood up slowly, never taking her eyes off Olivia. She tried to find some of that determined anger, but it had temporarily vanished. That anger was for the woman who flaunted haughty glares and gave dirty looks. The one who could use the tone of her voice and a flirtatious glance and expect to dethrone kings from their empires. The woman who was hell bent on taking everything away from her.
But at this very moment she wasn't seeing that woman. In that dangerous temptress' place stood a mother lioness, with her paw around her baby cub's shoulder, guiding her back into the circle of her protection where they both felt more at ease just by feeling each other’s presence there.
This Olivia looked even more exquisite than Natalia had ever seen her before.
Olivia could actually feel the shift that she saw occur in the younger woman's eyes. She sensed that the new light in which she was being regarded was much different than she had ever been seen in by anyone before. She felt respected in an entirely new way. It confused her. It amazed her. And she reveled in it.
She backed herself and Emma to the side to open a passage way for Natalia to enter the suite.
Natalia moved forward and when they were all inside, Olivia moved behind Natalia to shut the door.
"Emma, Sweety, could you do Mommy a favor and go get ready for dinner while Natalia and I talk for a minute?"
"Okay. Is Natalia coming to dinner with us?"
"Not tonight, Em." Olivia pinched the bridge of her nose. Emma recognized this as a sign that her mother was not happy about something. She knew it wasn't her, but she didn't want to stick around. She hopped across the floor to her bedroom.
When she was certain the Emma was out of earshot, Olivia turned to the brunette and stared her down with a detached look, having not forgotten being so brazenly pushed aside that afternoon. "What do you want?" she demanded of the other woman in a low voice.
"She's a lovely little girl," Natalia said, purposefully ignoring Olivia's question.
"I am well aware of that. What the hell do you want?"
"To ask you the same damned thing?"
Olivia didn't respond to the opposing question. "Why are you here?"
Natalia chuckled with a faked smile. "Wow, you just keep reading my mind," she said in mock amazement and closed her eyes. "Quick! What am I thinking now?"
Olivia narrowed her eyes in annoyance. "That you should have rethought either that outfit, or the choice of shoes you wore with it," she replied and crossed her arms.
Natalia opened her eyes and looked down at her ensemble. "What? They're in season!"
"They were in 2007, also."
Natalia gasped. "Rude!"
Olivia pointed at the shoes. "Ugly!"
Natalia could only cross her arms instead of a rebut, and glared at the blonde.
"Go away!" Olivia said firmly, ending the staring match as she turned and walked further into the living-room.
"Oh, I've tried that one on you several times," Natalia said as she followed behind the other woman. "I believe I even used curse words... Didn't work, obviously."
Olivia spun on her heels and walked the short distance to Natalia and stopped within a foot of her. "You want to know what I want, Natalia?"
"Yes."
"What I'm doing here?"
"Would be nice."
Olivia smirked and thought for a moment before she answered. "It would be nice wouldn't it, Natalia?" She moved half a step closer to the younger woman. "It would help alleviate your stress; make you feel so much better just to know what's in store for you... What I have planned for you. Wouldn't it?"
Natalia lowered her arms but stood her ground. "Like I said, would be nice."
At this Olivia leaned in and shot her the most despising look she'd given anyone in a long time. Her voice took on a warring tone that she was careful not to raise within the hotel suite that she was sharing with her young daughter. "Why the fuck should I do anything nice for you ever again?!"
Natalia once again couldn't respond.
"I don't feel like being 'nice', Natalia," Olivia hissed. "I don't feel like dancing around all of your stupid little issues, while we wait for you to decide the next best way to fuck with my brain."
Olivia was breathing heavier now; the attempt to control herself was wearing on her. "Go find another play-toy, Rivera!"
Natalia saw her opportunity within the ever-so-brief look of sadness the other woman's eyes had just flashed. "You were never a 'play-toy'." Natalia knew it wasn't what Olivia wanted to hear, but it was the truth. And if the truth was going to disarm the lethal woman in front of her long enough to get some answers, then she was damned well going to use it.
Olivia studied the serious and seemingly softer expression on Natalia's face but swiftly decided against taking the bait this time around.
"Fuck-Off, Rivera!"
Okkaaaay, that didn't work, Natalia thought while shifting gears yet again. On to Plan B.
"This is my family's hotel, Spencer, YOU go fuck the hell off!" Natalia was trying to be as loud as an almost whisper could get her. "I reserved for you a perfectly suitable room as far away from me as possible. Hell, I would have called China if I'd had more notice. YOU were the one who switched it back to the room directly across from MINE!"
Olivia turned away, unwilling to let Natalia see that she knew she had a point. Natalia saw the cracks forming and wanted nothing more than to jam her fingers in them and pry her iced walls apart. She wanted Olivia exposed and defenseless against her. She moved closer behind Olivia's back.
"For someone who wants me to 'Fuck-Off' so badly, you seem to have quite a backwards way of showing it." She laughed heartlessly at the other woman and leaned in even closer. "You will always open the door when I knock, Spencer. You will always let me in. You know why?" Natalia was going to go for the win. She could feel the anticipation building.
Olivia closed her eyes and waited to get stabbed with the arrow of truth that was about to hit its target dead on.
"Because, Spencer, there is something that you're just dying for me to fuck, and you and I both know it isn't 'Off'."
Olivia's eyes snapped open and she spun around so fast it startled Natalia.
"Get out of this hotel room... now!"
"We need to talk about this!"
"I am done talking to you, Natalia. I am done with you... period!"
Olivia had begun to walk past Natalia to open the door and show her out, when her wrist was grabbed tightly and she was spun around to face the brunette. Natalia's nails dug slightly into the flesh beneath them and her eyes were wild and angry. Olivia matched the hostile glare and tried to pull her wrist free.
"Mommy?"
Both women were slammed out of the embittered moment. Natalia immediately dropped Olivia's arm and she watched Olivia turn quickly to face her daughter. Emma looked confused, and a little bit worried, at what might be transpiring between her mother and the new woman.
"It's okay, Emma," Olivia smiled nonchalantly and moved around to stand side by side with her adversary. "Natalia and I were just talking, Baby." She gently took the other hotelier's hand in her own. "She and I are going to go to the other room and pick out something for Mommy to wear to dinner, I will come to your room when I'm ready, okay?"
Emma seemed content with her mother's speech and her face went back to being carefree. "Okay, but you two hurry up 'cause I'm getting hungry."
Olivia laughed and Natalia did her best to smile also. "Okay, Sweetheart," Olivia replied as she softly tugged Natalia with her towards her bedroom. She didn't let go though she was the first to walk through the door. When she turned around to pull Natalia inside, the younger woman saw the look on Olivia's face and it froze the blood within her veins.
Natalia knew that she had just inadvertently threatened the lioness' cub.
And she was about to pay.
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