In the blink of an eye, his back is flush against the door blocking my escape.
“No. You don’t.”
A chill runs up my spine at his sinister tone.
“Let me out of here right now, Gavin.” My voice is shaking, but only because I’m pissed.
“What? You don’t want me because I’m not a billionaire like that dick who showed up in the middle of the night?”
“Gavin, move out of my way.”
His other words aren’t even worth a response.
“No,” he taunts, reaching out to grab my wrist. “I want my turn with you.”
Sick to my stomach, I try to yank my arm from his grasp but he only tightens his hold.
“Gavin, don’t do this. Don’t be this guy,” I warn, still wriggling my wrist and trying to get free of his tight hold.
“You’re so damn beautiful, Olivia. Initially, I was okay watching you from a distance because it was best for my father’s care if things didn’t get too messy between us. However, now I want more. The thought of you with anyone else makes my blood boil and I want you to myself,” he says possessively, pulling me in closer to him.
“Let me go,” I demand hotly. Anger is the only emotion I feel right now and it’s tinting my vision with streaks of red.
“No,” he laughs darkly. “I told you, I want my turn.”
When Gavin dips his head to kiss me, I lose it.
With a swift kick to his groin and a right hook to his jaw with my free hand, I disentangle myself as he falls to the floor.
Seizing the freedom in the moment, I pull the door open and take off down the hallway to my room.
Pulse pounding in my ears, my fingers grab my phone from the nightstand. With shaky fingers, I key in the passcode just as Gavin appears in the doorway.
“Come near me and I swear to God, I’m calling the cops.”
“You think you’re so smart,” he leers, watching me from his post at the door.
“Gavin, why are you doing this? Don’t you care about your father? That’s the only reason I’m here and I thought I made that crystal clear.”
Gavin tilts his head at my statement before shaking it.
“Things change, Olivia. The same way you swore up and down you were single when I hired you. And now you’re suddenly flying to exotic islands for vacations and sneaking off in the middle of the night to fuck some guy. I decided that I want my turn, too. I’ve been patient enough,” he snarls at me.
“You disgust me,” I say with enough venom in my voice to scare even me.
“That may be the case but you’ll do it if you care about my father as much as you say.”
My antenna sticks straight up when he says that. What the hell does he mean by that?
“Because if you don’t give in, you’re fired and I know you don’t want to disappoint the old man, isn’t that right?” he asks, his voice taking on a mocking tone.
“Why are you doing this?”
None of it makes sense. Before my trip, he’d never so much as acknowledged me beyond saying “hi” and “bye.” Now he wants me to believe he’s just been “waiting his turn”?
The whole thing makes me want to vomit.
“I’m not sleeping with you,” I tell him. “But I’m not going to abandon your father.”
“Tread lightly, Olivia. A lot is on the line here. Before you say no, make sure you’re okay with failing my father in the process.”
Shaking my head, I regard him with hatred in my eyes. I can’t believe he’d be so heartless. He knows how much I’ve grown to care for Arnold and my determination to see this fight through until the end. Would he really put his father’s life in danger just to prove a point?
“You wouldn’t.”
“Give me what I want and you’ll never have to find out.”
“No,” I say firmly, so sure that he’ll drop it.
I should know better because he doesn’t let it go.
“That’s a shame,” he murmurs shaking his head sorrowfully. “I was really looking forward to having my fill of you. But I guess you want to do this the hard way. Have your stuff out of my house in twenty-four hours. You no longer have a job.”
And with that, he turns and walks away.
What the hell just happened?
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
OLIVIA KING
Settled on Winnie’s couch, I huff and look around the living room at my scattered bags and unorganized belongings. Because of how sudden my move was, I’d been in no way capable of cataloging things before I just dumped them in a bag or box.
True to her nature, Winnie hurried over and helped me pack when I called her upset about what happened. It wasn’t so much that I was sad to lose my job. It was the fact that now Arnold was susceptible to God knows what because of his son’s reckless behavior.