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.

sat up, gathering the 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

me, her gaze hard and unreadable. "This should

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

felt like I'd

hair. "Right. Of course. Why should we

the bed. My clothes were scattered across the room, but I didn't care. I needed to

more time. She was still sitting there, eyes blank, face emotionless. But I knew better. I'd seen the way she clung to me. The

it just like

you ever figure out what your one

that, I

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 supposed to be the one to ask her never to let anyone know about it, especially my brothers… But here I was sulking, and for

skin against mine. I wanted her. Olivia. The woman who looked like fire and breathed like sin, who kissed me like she owned every part of me and left

wanted her to want me back, fully. Not just in the heat

over my eyes, like it would block out the flood of images—her moaning beneath me, the softness of her lips, the way she whispered my name like it

I was being ridiculous.

wasn't love. This wasn't

her. I still

Right?

at the door pulled me from my spiraling thoughts. I didn't

time. Followed by a familiar

okay in there?" It

Just what I