Pretentious Gazelle
He took a step forward, cornering the pretentious gazelle in front of him until her buttocks hit the back of the sofa.It was then that he noticed something amiss. Why is Olivia in his place? Wait a minute. He looked around and realized that he wasn't in his penthouse."Do you own this place? What else are you hiding from me, Olivia?" he asked in a low, dangerous, full of warning tone.Rolling his tongue over his teeth, he threw his suit coat on the sofa and yanked his tie to relieve himself from the swirl of confusion and anger that brewed in the pit of his stomach.First, she didn't tell him that she got engaged. Second, this penthouse apparently belonged to her. And third, at the very moment, all he wanted to do was mold his body into hers.Facing him, Olivia stood defiantly. She huffed and raised her hand in a stop sign that Maxen had to tilt his head so he could see her partly covered face. "Answer my question first, Maxen."