Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 60: MY Line

Chapter 60: MY Line

Louis' POV

Breathlessly, I waited for her to tell me—to request what she wanted—and fuck, I was ready to grant it to her. Right at this moment, I was ready to give her the world. That was how good she made me feel. All through my twenty-three years on earth, I have never felt this good.

Slowly, I turned to Olivia, who lay naked beside me. My eyes trailed her naked form—from her pointed red nipples, which were begging to be sucked, to her cleavages, and then I trailed down to her stomach and the neatly shaved pussy I couldn't get enough of. God, I wanted to devour her again. I wanted to worship her body one more time, but I knew that was never happening. Olivia wouldn't allow it. She knew I was now myself—the drugs had worn off.

"I have nothing in my mind. Perhaps I will tell you tomorrow," she said suddenly.

I looked at her, staring at her beautiful, enthralled face as she stared into space like she was in deep thought, while I lay there wondering what she was thinking. Was she regretting it? What the hell was she thinking?

"You should leave," she said coldly.

The words hit me harder than a punch to the gut.

You should leave.

Just like that—flat, cold, emotionless.

I blinked, unsure if I'd actually heard her right. My heart, which had just been racing with desire and something dangerously close to affection, suddenly felt like it had been dunked in ice water.

She didn't look at me. Didn't meet my eyes. She just kept staring at the ceiling like I was nothing more than a passing thought. I was supposed to be acting this way, not the other way around.

sheets around her like armor. Her bare skin disappeared beneath the thin white fabric, and with it, any illusion I had that what just happened between us meant

"This should stay between us," she

she ashamed to let others know? This was supposed to be my line… I was the one who was supposed to say

felt like I'd been

course. Why

my legs off the bed. My clothes were scattered across the room, but I didn't care. I needed to get out before I said something

sitting there, eyes blank, face emotionless. But I knew better. I'd seen the way she clung to me. The way she cried out my name

it just like I

headed for the door, pausing for only a second. "If you ever figure out what your one request is," I said

with that, I

my room, I dropped down on the bed and went into deep pondering. I didn't know what the hell was wrong with me. Why was I suddenly angry and pained that she wanted to keep what had happened a secret between us? I should be happy with it. I was supposed to be the one happy. I was

damn truth. I didn't just want the memory of her skin against mine. I wanted her. Olivia. The woman who looked like fire and breathed like sin, who kissed me like she

back, fully. Not just in the heat of the moment. Not just when I was drugged out of my mind and

the flood of images—her moaning beneath me, the softness of her lips, the way she

I was being ridiculous.

wasn't love.

I still

Right?

door pulled me from

knock—louder this time. Followed by

in there?" It

Just what