Chapter 6: Apology

Levi’s POV

Lennox’s question hung in the air. I felt his gaze fixed on me, demanding an answer, but I wasn’t ready to give one.

What happened?

I had no idea why Louis and Lennox hated her, but I had my own reasons—reasons I was too hurt to say.

The memories replayed at the edges of my mind, but before I could speak, a soft voice interrupted.

“Are you three talking about Olivia again?”

I turned sharply to see Anita sitting up, her tired eyes scanning our faces. She had woken up without us realizing.

“You men still want her?” she asked, her voice laced with hurt.

I scoffed, shaking my head as I ran a hand through my hair. “No. We hate her,” I said coldly.

Anita’s frown deepened, her eyes flickering with uncertainty. I could see the doubt in her eyes.

“We will never talk about her ever again,” Louis added.

Anita hesitated for a moment, searching our faces, before she moved closer. Her hand slid over my chest, her lips brushing against mine. I grabbed her waist, pulling her into a deep kiss, as if to prove a point to her.

Anita broke the kiss and pouted. “I hate it when you men talk about that bitch!” Anita sighed.

Somehow, I was curious, wondering What had Olivia done to her? They had once been best friends until five years ago when everything changed. Now, Anita hated Olivia as much as we did.

Anita frowned. “You men have to apologize to me,” she said and lay back on the bed, spreading her legs for us, giving us a view of her pussy.

Anita’s smirk deepened as she stretched out on the bed, her gaze challenging. “Give me a good apology,” she murmured, her voice sultry, eyes filled with desire.

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Lennox let out a low chuckle, his gaze darkening. “Apologize?” he echoed, crawling onto the bed beside her. “And how exactly do you want us to do that?”

Anita reached for him, pulling him down until their lips met in a heated kiss. I watched as Louis joined them, his hands skimming over Anita’s waist, his touch possessive. There was something intoxicating about the way she responded to them—how she arched into their touch, how her breath hitched with every kiss.

I hesitated, memories of Olivia flashing in my mind, but Anita’s soft moan pulled me back to the present.