39 Inching Caterpillar

Inside the elevator, Olivia shook hands with Fiona after their small exchange. Despite Fiona's facade where she was all smiles and acted neighborly the entire time, Olivia could not help but feel suffocated deep down with her presence.

Fiona?

Olivia replayed her name again and again in her head as she eyed the beauty from head to toe. Fiona's name surely sounded familiar but Olivia couldn't pin where she heard it before besides the time where they met at Heathrow Airport.

Reaching a dead-end in her mind, she darted her focus to the digital board and stepped closer beside Shadow to give herself more room away from Fiona's perfume when it started to assault her nose. Olivia was thankful that Maxen listened to her and didn't wear his cologne today or else there's a high chance that she'll die in this elevator just by sniffing the strong scent that wafted in the air.

Shadow, who has worked for Olivia since her eighteenth birthday, knew of her discomfort and immediately handed her boss a pocket square from Olivia's extra bag that Shadow would usually carry for her. This extra bag contained all of Olivia's "essentials" or heavy items like water, first-aid kit, toiletries and gadgets.

Olivia gave a small smile of appreciation to Shadow before dabbing her nose just to free it from the nauseating smell. She didn't want to cover it all the way because she didn't want to offend Fiona too.

She hid a helpless sigh underneath the pocket square. Of all days, why did it feel like this elevator suddenly slowed down and shrunk in size, prolonging her stay inside this uncomfortable constricted space?

To entertain herself, Olivia darted her eyes back to Fiona and flashed the latter a fake smile to hold in the smirk that threatened to escape her lips.

Why?

Looking at Fiona, Olivia couldn't shake off the picture in her mind because the former looked like she was an inching caterpillar the entire time in the elevator; she was grinding her thighs together in her skimpy dress making her hips shake left and right plus her hands that were constantly fixing her hair and combing them with her fingers.

Olivia derided Fiona in her thoughts, why can't this lady stand still?

Fiona, who stood in front of Maxen, would occasionally glance over her shoulder on the guise of speaking with Olivia yet she saw how Fiona would steal a glance of him. Olivia internally rolled her eyes when finally, Fiona spoke to Maxen.

"Good morning, Your Highness," Fiona greeted, the coquettish grin painted on her face didn't go unnoticed by Olivia who nudged Maxen's waist with her elbow when the latter showed no response.

"Where are your manners, Your Highness?" Olivia asked flatly. She eyed Maxen who sent Fiona a curt nod before he looked straight ahead and put on a stoic face the entire time.

The stifling air forced Olivia to wander her gaze to Fiona who carried on with her flirtatious gestures; wiggling her wrist every chance she gets that the bells of her bangle would jiggle.

Puzzled with Fiona's itching, Olivia could not help but move her gaze back at Maxen to check his reaction to Fiona's stimulations and yes, he's now looking uncomfortable; his gaze remained straight ahead and his hands dipped in his pocket. Olivia tried to figure out what would cause his discomfort and fortunately for her, her attention was caught by the only noise in the elevator: Fiona's bangle.

Gauging if it was indeed the root of Maxen's stiffness, Olivia held Fiona's hand and fawned, "I love your bangle. Where did you get this?"

Fiona beamed at Olivia and shook her bangle one more time, ringing the bells. Just then, Olivia knew that Fiona was teasing Maxen and was intentionally jiggling the tiny bells for him to hear.

A green-eyed monster suddenly clawed its way out of Olivia's stomach when she realized the relationship between the two.

~Why? It's true. I just saw him leave with Fiona.~

Her brother's words echoed in her ears and everything about that afternoon played back in ultra high-definition starting from their chance encounter in Rockaway Tower's lobby. It registered in Olivia's mind at how she bumped into Maxen and Fiona that day and picked up the wrong key in the process thus her ending up in Maxen's suite on her way home.

Her revelation was cut short when she heard Fiona purred like a hyena, "It's from Morocco where my father is from and he gifted this to me on my eighteenth birthday."

Olivia faked another smile as she held Fiona's wrist in front of Maxen's face, making sure he sees the bells and hear them jiggle just to spite him.

DING!

Olivia was left with no choice but to let go of Fiona's hand. She exchanged goodbyes with the latter who had to get off at the main lobby.

Before Fiona stepped out, MIB1 held the door for her like a good gentleman as she planted her hand on Olivia's shoulder and said, "Nice to see you again, Olivia. I'll see you around..."

Olivia's hold on her handbag tightened when she heard Fiona purred again like a hyena, "Your Highness…" Fiona sent him a wink and another round of obnoxious ringing bells before she was finally out of the elevator.

Once the elevator doors closed, Maxen took a sharp breath and let out a sigh of relief. That was the longest freaking elevator ride of his life. His mind was on fire the whole time as he chanted again and again…

Don't get a boner. Don't get a boner. Don't get a boner.

He took out his pocket square and dabbed the beads of sweat that trickled from his hairline down to his chin. He looked at his reflection on the elevator steel wall and shook his head when he saw how he looked as if he just ran a marathon.

*Kling Kling Kling*

Sighing, goosebumps decorated his skin when he remembered that damned bells. F*ck. He needed to get that sound out of his system or else that would bring him trouble one day.

He darted his gaze to Olivia who was brooding beside him and realized he had to come clean to her but how could he tell her how those bells turn him on and how the louder those bells ring, the faster Fiona would ride him to ejaculation.

"Baaaby…" he cooed, hovering his hand at the small of Olivia's back as they exited the elevator into the basement parking where their cars were waiting for them. He gritted his teeth as he watched Olivia treat him like an invisible air when she walked towards her waiting car without a word or a glance.

Behind them, Shadow and MIB1 followed them and watched in silence as the lover's quarrel slowly unfold.

Reluctant to leave her without clearing the air between them, he took long, determined strides and reached out to grab Olivia's hand while calling out to her, "Olivia, baby. Wait up."

Maxen finally got the chance to hook her hand with his, and interlaced their fingers right away to keep her from getting inside her car. He then smiled at Uncle Jin who was holding the door open for Olivia and asked the man, "Can you give us a minute… Uncle…" Maxen raised his index finger up in the air and stared at Uncle Jin's face and tried his best to give it a name but to no avail. He really have to work on recognizing faces and remembering people's names.

"Jin, Your Highness. You can call me Jin."

Maxen patiently waited as Uncle Jin asked for Olivia's approval and mirrored the small smile on the old man's face when Olivia had given him her clearance.

He swallowed a lump in his throat when Oliva folded her arms over her chest and glared daggers at him, "Hurry up, Fiona's waiting for you to pick her up in the lobby."

"What the heck are you saying?" Maxen asked, gripping Olivia's waist and pulling her close into a hug. He scanned her face yet she wouldn't look him straight into the eyes as she continued to brood.

"Oh? Did I get it wrong? But I saw how you oozed with arousal everytime she shook her hands like a freaking gypsy!" By now, Maxen knew he messed up. He frowned when he saw Olivia was on the verge of tears; hurt and disgust painted her face and her chest rose and fell at a rapid rate. So he did what his gut told him to do and hugged her. Tightly. Fervently. Never wanting to let go.

"Calm down now, ok? There's nothing going on between me and Fiona. We're just friends. Now, stop with the jealousy. Although I like seeing you jealous, I think it's a waste of time."

Olivia pulled away from his embrace and overdramatically rolled her eyes to show her disgust before she opened the car's door but Maxen stood defiantly in the way, pushing the door to close.

"First of all, I. Am. Not. Jealous," Olivia said with her eyes closed and her nostrils flaring. Maxen took a step back when he saw what he dreaded the most: Olivia's blank eyes.

"Do you know what's a waste of time Maxen? Giving us a chance when we both know she could break your resolve with just a flick of her wrist."