Chapter 9

• CHAPTER 9
• WILLIAMS POV.
• A knock jolted me from my thoughts, and when I looked up, it was my right-hand man, Robert.
• Robert opened the door slowly, cautious enough not to make noise since he knew I hated when people disturbed my peace—not to mention making any cranky sounds that got on my last nerve.
• He had a radiant smile on his face as he walked up to me.
• “Good morning, Master Wills,” he greeted politely, pulling out the chair opposite me and settling into it.
• “Master Wills, we have some good news for you!” he announced, his eyes sparkling with delight.
• I leaned back in my chair and heaved a deep sigh of relief. I wasn't ready for any sort of good news; if it isn't about Olivia Brown, then I'm not interested!
• I rubbed my temples, trying to shake off how tired I was. I had been working long hours for the past few days. It’s Christmas Eve, but I'm not sure I will be going home to my family. I would have loved to travel to Mexico with the woman of my dreams, but unfortunately, I have been searching for her for the past six years, and still nothing.
• So right now, until the New Year, I will drown myself in work and avoid visiting my family. I am definitely not ready to have the conversation about going on blind dates or arranged marriages.
• “Trust me, Wills, you're going to love this,” he assured me with a wink. He proceeded to tear open an envelope and pulled out a couple of pictures. A part of me was curious about what pictures he was about to show me, but I stayed calm; this asshole Robert knows how to prank me with stupid things sometimes.
• He slid the pictures to me, and once I picked them up, my brows furrowed in disbelief.
• I sat up, blinking rapidly to be sure I was seeing right.
• “Where did you get this?” I asked urgently. My eyes gazed at the pair of photos I was holding, and I felt a bubble of happiness and excitement rising in the pit of my stomach.
• I gulped slowly, taking in her looks… Olivia Brown?
• She is a goddess!
• Six years later, and this photo still can't do justice to how beautiful she looks.
• She is a stunning beauty; her luscious hair cascaded down her back like a rich chestnut waterfall. Her piercing dark brown eyes sparkled, even though it was just a photo of her.
• I released an appreciative sigh. “How did you take these? These don’t look like old photos.”
• Robert's lips curved into a teasing smile. He responded, “No, it's not even up to a day old. Olivia Brown is back in New York.”
• “What?” I raised my gaze to him. “What do you mean she is back in New York?”
• My voice was laced with disbelief.
• I didn't know when she arrived, but yesterday someone contacted us about buying the pendant. This morning, we traced the location, and it was Olivia. We got these photos when she walked out of the house this morning for a jog,” he explained.
• My lips curled up into a satisfied smirk, and I felt more energized than I had been in the last six years since that night.
• “Sir, you don't need to worry. By evening, when we deliver the pendant, we…”
• I waved my hand abruptly, cutting him short. “No, don't worry; I will do the delivery myself!”
• Robert's eyes widened in disbelief at my words, but I didn't pay him much attention. I knew it was quite absurd for Williams Jerkins to be doing deliveries, but I didn't care. I needed to see her so badly. I had hopelessly waited all these years, hoping I'd see her, and finally, it was about to happen. I didn’t care about my reputation for now.
• Robert jerked up to protest, but I showed him to the door.
• I would do the delivery myself, and no one was going to talk me out of my decision.
• Once Robert left my office, I picked up the photo again, my eyes widening in anticipation, my pulse quickening at the thought of meeting Olivia Brown in a few hours. My thoughts drifted back to that night, that unforgettable night of pleasure…
• That night wasn't supposed to happen. Olivia Brown isn't one of my sluts, nor is she a slut, but I missed the room number where my slut was waiting for me. I stumbled into her room instead. She was also drunk as hell, so she grabbed me by the collar and urged me to fuck her. That night, I didn't hesitate to take her. Now, I want her to myself alone. I broke her that night and introduced her to a kind of fun that no one else might measure up to. But later, the next morning, after I left, I noticed that her face was all over the internet. Despite asking my boys to make sure it disappeared, I still wasn't able to find her after that night.
• No woman has ever had this kind of hold on me, not even the ones who go the extra mile to pleasure me.
• I can't quite wrap my head around why I'm head over heels for a woman whom I only saw and slept with once.
• For the next ten minutes, I held her pictures and couldn't stop looking at them while checking the time. It felt like it was going backward instead of forward. I couldn't wait to make the delivery to her place.
• About six hours later, I quickly changed into a dispatch rider's uniform, trying hard to blend in with the typical delivery guys. I adjusted the helmet and gloves to fit my hands well. I walked to the front of a mirror and took a glance at myself.
• I looked a mess!
• The uniform was a stark contrast to my usual luxurious, tailored suits.
• But I didn't care.
• Just as I was about to walk out and get my bike, Robert walked into the room.
• He had a smirk on his face. “Damn, Wills, you look excellent in those fits. This might be your dream job!” he said, chuckling.
• I glared at him, sending him a warning. “Shut up, Rob. Get me the bike keys.”
• He raised his hands in mock defense. “I didn't say anything wrong, sir. The outfit just says it all.”
• I rolled my eyes, tucking the package containing the pendant into my delivery bag.
• “Sir, the bike is outside. I will have the boys follow you in the cars just to be on the safe side.”
• I declined. “No, don’t worry about it, Robert. I've got this!”
• I walked out and headed to where the bike was parked. With a final check of the gear, I headed out of the compound, feeling both nervous and excited.
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• AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello everyone thank you for checking this book out. Brace yourself, it's going to get intense from here.
• Trigger: MM SEX. VIOLENCE.