Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 78

Chapter 78: It Was A Dream

Lennox's POV

The moment I stepped into the room, I felt the heat in the air. Tension thick. My eyes darted between Olivia—who looked far too composed for someone who'd just been grounded for hours—and Louis, who was breathing heavily.

Something had just happened.

I narrowed my eyes.

Louis wouldn't even look at me.

"Everything okay here?" I asked, my voice filled with suspicion.

Olivia gave me a glare.

"Louis was just informing me that I'm free to move around."

I turned to Louis, who was avoiding my gaze.

"I'm leaving," he suddenly said, and without meeting my gaze, he went for the door, pushed it open, and left, leaving me with Olivia.

I felt something wasn't right, but I just couldn't pinpoint what it was.

Looking back at Olivia, she glared at me, her arms folded across her chest.

"You should also leave," she said coldly, clearly sending me out.

My frown deepened, and I took a step closer to her. "That was not what you told me last night when my finger was inside you," I said, my voice sounding husky.

Olivia swallowed hard and lifted up her chin. "I thought we were not supposed to talk about it… to me, it was a dream, and it will remain that way."

I stared at her, stunned. "A dream?" My chest tightened with anger.

"A dream?" I repeated, stepping closer. "That's what you're going with?"

Olivia frowned but held her ground. "What happened was actually a nightmare to me," she said, fueling my rage even more.

"Really?" I asked with anger. "A nightmare? You weren't complaining when you were trembling under my touch," I said, voice low, rough. "When you begged me not to stop."

She looked away for a split second—just a second—but that was all I needed.

I moved closer, closing the gap between us until her back hit the wall. My hands came up, caging her in on either side of her head. Her breath caught, but she didn't move away.

"You want to pretend it didn't happen?" I whispered, my mouth brushing her ear. "Then tell me… was this part of your dream too?"

Before she could answer, I claimed her lips.

The kiss wasn't soft.

It was punishment—a reminder.

She gasped, but I swallowed the sound, pressing her tighter against the wall as my hands slid down, trailing her sides, tracing the curve of her hips like I owned them—because I did.

Her fingers clutched my shirt, her defenses cracking with every stroke of my tongue, every low growl rumbling from my throat.

I broke the kiss just enough to speak, my lips brushing hers.

"Let me remind you," I said darkly.

My hands dropped lower, slipping under the hem of her gown, grazing her thighs, inching higher. Her breath hitched as I reached her panties, my fingers gliding over the soft lace, until I touched the heat between her legs.