Kaizan woke up, groggy by the next day in the evening. He didn't see Olivia around him. That made his mood sour. The green shimmery lights around him started dissipating the moment he opened his eyes. By the time he sat down with his feet on the floor, they had all disintegrated with soft pop sounds. He thanked Ileus mentally for coming as soon as he was summoned. With a tired exhale, he got up and walked to the bathroom, missing his wife already. Where was she? Did she leave him? Couldn't be. Her smell was fresh on the bed, in the bathroom, everywhere…
When he walked in the bathroom, he noticed that the tub was already full with hot, bubbly water. He stepped inside it with a smile, knowing that this was Olivia's thoughtfulness. Half an hour later when he was freshly showered and dressed formally, he was about to go downstairs when a servant came and informed him, "M'lord, Lady Olivia is waiting for you for dinner at the Night Blooming Garden."
The Night Blooming Garden was located at the west side of the estate and was a private area created only for the family and close friends. Kaizan maintained the place with perfection, but never let anyone use it other than his family. There were night blooming roses, jacarandas, jasmine and a plethora of other plants that filled the air with intoxicating aroma. When the servant informed him about it, he jerked his head back with a surprise. But the next instant, looking wild-eyed and anxious, Kaizan tore down the stairs. He cleared the last few steps as he swung over the railing and landed nimbly on his feet. He sprinted down the main hall to the carriageway. A servant was waiting for him with his horse. Kaizan skidded to a stop. He took the reins of the horse and mounted him in one swift motion and galloped all the way to the Night Blooming Garden in the west. As soon as he reached there, he jumped down and left Butterfly. The horse immediately ran away, chasing a few birds, loving the open place that was not his usual stables.
Excitement hummed in Kaizan's chest. He didn't know what transpired in the time when he was unconscious, but he hoped that Olivia had forgiven him. Images of Bernice flashed across his mind, but he shoved them, not wanting to spoil his mood. Every step he took towards the Night Blooming, made his heart leap wildly. She had invited him for dinner here and he couldn't help but feel joyous about it.
Soft breeze blew around him, tousling his hair softly. Scent of night blooming roses hit his nose along with the scent of his mate. He stabbed his finger in his hair as lascivious thoughts swelled in his mind. Crazed for his mate, he parted the vines in his way. He walked over the cobblestone path where the flowers from the side beds jutted and spilled over. His eyes were only at the pergola that was beneath a willow tree so massive that its branches covered it till just a little above the ground. He could smell her. "Olivia," he whispered her name.
He parted the branches and found her sitting at the far end of the table on the left. She purred, "I have been waiting for you."
Kaizan exhaled sharply as he stood there, transfixed. The woman had perhaps discovered her wiles. His throat bobbed as he froze.
She was wearing a ruby red gown, and gods save him, from waist above the gown was transparent. He rubbed his mouth when he saw that her breasts were free inside. He glanced at the dinner table, but wondered if he would be able to make it through the dinner.
Olivia was sipping wine. She fluttered her eyelashes at him and waved her hand for him to sit at the table. He could make out she hadn't eaten anything. But he could also make out that she was angry with him. Though he had a little idea about it, he hoped that she would shed her anger. He just couldn't stand her seduction any longer, those boobs springing and needing his attention. "That is a beautiful gown you wear, Olivia."
"My husband seemed so charmed by images of seeing me in the nightgowns, so I took the liberty of making a gown that would blow his mind away." She leveled her gaze on him and bit her lip seductively. She perked up her breasts more for him to see. 'See me all you want, Kaizan.'
"I guess that is going to be my dessert for the evening," Kaizan rasped, taking a step closer to her.
How cocky he was. She loved it. She sipped wine from her chute and licked her lips. "There is no dessert after dinner," she said waving her hands at the table.
Kaizan's eyes scanned the food. There was none. "All the more better," he replied. "Because I would rather prefer you as my dessert." His sentence made her blush till her chest and he loved it. He knew that she clenched her thighs because he scented her arousal. He licked his lips wondering if she was wearing panties or not. At this point of time, he was only hungry for her. He wanted to toss all the food from the table and throw her there and get inside her. The thought made his cock shot north and he didn't attempt to hide it.
She couldn't help but look at her handsome man in front of her. Wearing black shirt with its sleeves rolled up and black leather pants through which his swollen cock was visible, he looked breathtaking. His damp hair was stuck to his neck. She said, "I can handle my needs and don't need you to take care of them."
His lips curled up in a half smile. So that was it. She was paying games of seduction with him. Their gazes locked and he traipsed closer to her. Rather than bending and kissing her, he walked past her and sat down on his chair. He knew that she was going to act cold while she burned hot for him. And he—he wasn't going to touch her till she wanted. He picked up the wine and started sipping as he relaxed back in his chair. He wanted to see how the evening panned out for him. She looked so gorgeous with her hair pinned up in a neat bun showing her ample neck, his marks and then dipping down to those plump breasts. He loved that she was seducing him, torturing him. Mine. His wolf growled. And he hoped that she didn't talk about Bernice.
Olivia drank his looks. A rough exhale left her lips. She had to focus. She broke their gaze and plucked a grape from the tray in front of her. She squashed it in her teeth and a drop of juice escaped on her lips. "How was it with Bernice?" she asked.
He kept his wine glass on the table, steepled his fingers and rested his chin over them. "Does that bother you so much?" He could sense her jealousy and he loved it. Olivia's jaw clenched. Next moment wine splashed over his face.
As the drops cleared, she saw his arrogant smile.