Billionaire and His Scheming Beauty novel Chapter 31

On the first floor, the guestroom was on the right while Olivier's bedroom was on the left. Olivier paused at the stairs before heading to the left.

A figure laid sprawled on his bed. Once proper and clean, the bed was now a mess. Fleur laid on her side, curve of her waist accentuated. Her ink-black hair fell across the covers.

Olivier drew near, stopping half a meter away from the bed. No woman had ever been on this bed besides her. Her dark dress made her skin look porcelain white with a hint of rosiness.

This woman's beauty coupled with her throwing a scene like this, was really something.

Her pretentiousness made one want to squeeze her.

Fleur could not stand Olivier's silence any longer. She sat up cross-legged, clutching her pillow. He did not look like he planned to coax her at all.

His hands were empty too.

"Where's the meal?"

She said it as if she should be served. If this was not the product of some rich family pampering, it was likely from being spoiled by countless men.

Where she could order anyone around, have anyone do her bidding.

Olivier sat on the bedside. His masculine scent had Fleur softening up.

The moment he sat down Fleur leaned close to him.

With their height difference, Olivier easily saw the depth of her cleavage.

"Who did you learn that from?" Olivier's tone was warmer than before.

"What do you mean?"

"You thinking you can order me around, who taught you that?"

Fleur's eyelashes fluttered. "I wouldn't dare order Mr Martinez around, but are you suggesting that I can? If that's the case, come to bed with me."

Olivier stayed still, eyes hazy and unfathomable.

If he was tough, she would be soft.

Fleur reached over to touch his collarbone. "I feel much better with you up here. You really don't want to come to bed?"

Olivier did not stop her hand. It slid up to his Adam's apple.

"Where did Simon touch you?" He suddenly asked. Fleur felt the rolling of his Adam's apple when he spoke. It tickled Olivier.

He impatiently tugged her hand away. Fleur said, "You want to know?"

"Tell me."

"Just my face." That part was true. Not just touch, Simon had pinched her too. "And my arms and legs." Now those were lies.

"So based on how you behaved, you groped his entire body first? That's why he touched you back?"

"..."

"Master Olivier." Fleur settled her arms on the pillow, eyes bright. "Have some faith in yourself, won't you? How could I think of other men when there's you? Even if you won't let me touch your body though I really want to, I wouldn't go to other men."

Touch your body...

Olivier's eyes suddenly darkened a bit, though his expression remained handsomely indifferent.

"Other men are nothing compared to you," Fleur said with a smile, leaning in. "Can I touch you now then?"

No one was more devilishly teasing than she was. Olivier looked at her and thought the words 'beautiful', 'gorgeous', did her no justice.

It was like selling your soul.

"Fleur Leroy." Olivier lifted her chin. "Are you really a virgin?"