Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 63

Chapter 63: Hickeys

Olivia's POV

I was woken up by the alarm on my bedside. Groaning softly, I forced myself out of bed, said my morning prayers, but then I laid back on the bed, staring at the ceiling as the memories of yesterday crawled their way into my mind. The feeling of his touch on me, his moans, the great feeling of his mouth eating my pussy—they all came rushing into my memory, and I frowned and closed my eyes.

"Come on, Olivia… forget about it. What you should be thinking about is the one request to give him," I muttered to myself and opened my eyes.

I have to think. I have to think of that one request. What could I actually ask of him? I have so many things to request, but I really need to think about the most important ones.

All through the morning, I laid in my bed pondering in thoughts, and from time to time, memories of what happened last night would play back in my head, but I would ignore it.

Suddenly, a knock landed on my door. I knew it wasn't Nora and Lolita because I had asked them not to disturb me. Then I got a whiff of the scent and realized it was Lennox at my door. My frown deepened as I wondered why he was there.

Lennox kept knocking, and I was forced to leave my bed.

I dragged my feet to the door, still groggy, still half-lost in my thoughts. My fingers curled around the knob, and I pulled it open slowly.

Lennox stood there—arms folded, eyes scanning me from head to toe like he was inspecting a crime scene. His brows were furrowed, and his usual calm was nowhere to be found.

"Why haven't you left your room all morning?" he asked, voice sharp but filled with worry.

I blinked, trying to find the words, but before I could speak, his eyes suddenly dropped to my neck—and froze.

His expression twisted.

In one swift movement, he stepped forward, his hand shooting out to grab my arm, pulling me inside and slamming the door shut behind him.

"What the hell is that?" he snapped, his hand reaching up and grazing my neck—not gently.

"Lennox—"

"Don't 'Lennox' me!" he barked, backing me into the room until I stumbled against the foot of the bed. His eyes were blazing now. "Why the hell are there hickeys on your neck?!"

My heart jumped in my chest, panic clawing up my throat. I hadn't even noticed—I'd been too lost in everything else. I tried to pull away from his intense gaze, but he wasn't letting up.

I turned abruptly and walked straight to the mirror.

My breath caught.

A deep red-purple mark just under the curve of my jaw, then another near my collarbone—half-hidden by the neckline of my sleepwear. My fingers rose slowly, brushing over them.

He left marks.

Damn him!

But instead of feeling angry, my cheeks flushed with heat—not just from embarrassment but from the memory of Louis's lips trailing down my skin, the way his mouth had worshiped me.

Lennox's reflection loomed behind me in the mirror.

"I asked you a question," he growled.

"I don't owe you an explanation," I said firmly, though my voice wasn't as strong as I wanted it to be. "What I do is none of your business."

"Don't give me that shit, Olivia… who touched you last night? Who gave you such hickeys? Was it any of my brothers?" he asked angrily, but also with jealousy.