CHAPTER TWO

"Where is my car?" I asked Olivia. I wasn't bothered about people looking, the entire hotel was rented by me for the next two days.

"I bought you that car for our 5th wedding anniversary gift, the guts to carry your mistress of a personal assistant in the car!"

I clench my jaw, staring at her in anger. "Fine, you can keep your car."

"So now you've had sex with her, how do you feel?" She folds her hands, giving an unexpected glimpse at Genevieve, who was staring at us.

I could see guilt and shame in Genevieve's eyes.

"You have such a dirty mind, for your information I didn't do anything with her last night." I say firmly.

"Liar! That's all you do, lie." Olivia snaps. "Community penis! That's what you are!"

"Watch your tongue.."

"Else what? Cheat!"

"Stop it!" I scream at her. "Enough of your accusations." I wince. No one deserves the bitterness in her voice.

"She is fired! Not only that. I also will make sure to spread the information to every ear that cares to hear..no decent company will hire her." Olivia threaten.

"Her life still finna go on , If I was Genevieve I wouldn't even care what nobody say and who doesn't stick with me. It's life, people come and go." I snap back at Olivia.

I watched Olivia strode out in anger, then shoot a glance at Genevieve. She looked really beautiful. She walks up to me.

"I am sorry I caused problems between you and your wife, if you want I can explain things to her." She offers.

I shake my head. "It's fine, Genevieve. You didn't anything wrong, but yes you should apologize to her." I give her a nonchalant smile.

"Right.." Genevieve nods, indicating she understood me.

***

The moment Genevieve opens Olivia's bedroom room door at the hotel and walk in, I race to the door, eavesdropping on their conversation.

"How was it?" I hear Olivia ask.

"Excuse me.." Genevieve stammers.

"Excuse you!" Olivia scream. "Screw you! Bitch!"

"I am sorry, but I didn't do anything with your husband, he was drunk last night and I helped him.."

"Helped him push out an erection, slut.." Olivia's voice is getting husky. "Get out, I don't need your apologies."

I run away from the door when I heard footsteps approaching, my best guess was Genevieve.

It was Genevieve. I had no idea what Olivia was plotting next.

***

Genevieve is sitting on the bed in the hotel room, a laptop before her. She is probably floating over some designs. Work. This is all she knows. She look fine, not affected. I sigh, relieved. But it took a moment for my thudding heart to subside to normal.

I admire Genevieve for variety of reasons, but most of all, because she isn't interested in me. Exactly what I want. I am tired of different types of women cheaply throwing themselves at me, in disguise of being my personal assistant.

Thanks to DNA test, I escaped false lame accusations from a randy lady last month. I decided not to hire any female personal assistant again, but, Genevieve came highly recommended.

And I am impressed with her no interest in me.

"A lot is going on - I am thinking if you should maybe just post pone your trip to Africa." Genevieve say, closing the portfolio.

"I won't change my mind and please, let's not talk about this again.. Genevieve, please, go make me coffee." I say, looking at Genevieve'a face to see if her expression filled with regret. It doesn't.

"Yes sir." She walks out of the bedroom, probably looking for where or how to make a coffee. She knows exactly how I love my coffee.

***

I decide to take a walk around the hotel, to probably also see the manager. As I walk pass the manager's office, my face goes slack, then filled with outrage.

The manager is right there, whispering so softly against Olivia's breasts.

Olivia lids drops, she is trying to keep from moaning her pleasure.

He uses his thumb to touch her clitoris, a gentle touch at first, barely brushing, teasing, allowing her to assimilate the rush of concentrated feelings, then with more insistence, his touch demanding, consistent, pushing her.

She breaks on a moan.

The manager's mouth on her nipple soften. Her nipples are still wet from his mouth. He kissed her mouth open, his damn fingers still pressed deep.

I strode out of the passage in anger and take a different route, to the hotel swimming pool area. I pace about angrily.

Bart is sitting by the pool, going through his laptop. He notice my presence and walk up to me.

"You won't believe the stories I am seeing about that House on the hills." He say. I can hear the unnecessary concern in his voice. "You might want to have a rethink when you read this.."

"I don't care about any stories! Just buy me the god damn house! That's all, Bart." I huff, remembering how the manager cupped Olivia's face, caressing her cheek.

"You don't seem to be in a good mood.. let's have a seat." Bart gestures at a chair.

I sink into the chair, my blood boiling in anger. Bart sits beside me.

"Amanda needs to be checked mate, she has become quite unprofessional.." Bart say.

"Deal with it." All I can see is how the manager nudged his hips onto Olivia's.

A part of me wants to race down to his office and beat shit out of him, but I remind myself it isn't necessary.

I ordered for drinks and wallowed in pain. I mean - that is all I can do.

***

Olivia called I and the senior employee I was flying down to Africa. She called us for a meeting at the hotel conference room.

Olivia looks directly at Genevieve, before speaking.

"I'm sorry but you are fired." Olivia say, handing Genevieve a letter.

I frown and glare at her in resentment. "At least let her send in a resignation letter." I don't understand why Olivia always want to deliberately hurt her.

"No." Olivia say firmly. "If she ever finds another job, she'd avoid sleeping with her bosses."

Amanda is smiling at that. She enjoys every moment of any humiliation on Genevieve.

"With due respect, Mrs. Olivia.." Genevieve halts her spate of words by touching her mouth. Her lips are slick with pink gloss. She glance up at Olivia, licking her lips. "I'm too big for silly infatuations or games. I am the last woman on Earth, interested in your husband."

I huff, staring at her.

"Excuse you?" Olivia is trying to conceal the embarrassment and shock on her face.

"Your husband doesn't attract me. All I want to do is work and make money." Genevieve snap at Olivia. "Please, let me work..I need this job."

"Whatever job you do for my husband, I can and will do it better from now onwards. I will advise you to leave this hotel premises right now, or you will leave me with no option than to call the cops."

Only I can do at this point is give Genevieve an apologetic glance. Hoping she'd understand and forgive me, for not standing up for her.

Genevieve sniff, taking a swipe at her running nose. She storms out of the conference Hall, without Olivia's letter.

"Good riddance!" Amanda screams, raising a glass to toast with Olivia.

I glare angrily at Olivia, holding myself from doing unspeakable damage to her. The guts! I strode out of the conference Hall, hurt and defeated.

***

Days flew by real quick and the day scheduled for my trip finally came.

I could tell from Akira and Bart's expressions that they were missing Genevieve. I frown deeply at the thought of Genevieve.

The sluty wife of mine and her friend, Amanda sat all fulfilled in my private jet.

"So refreshing she's not here." Olivia say, sipping a glass of my expensive wine.

"Very refreshing.." Amanda agree, stealing glances at me. "We'll have all the fun to ourselves."

Carly is busy reading a fashion magazine. Either she is not paying attention to the arguments or simply playing deaf.

I lean back, trying to relax and forget about Olivia. As I relax into the soft seat, I sip my glass of fresh lemonade. Unintentionally eavesdropping on Bart and Akira's conversation.

"I don't feel good about this.." Akira whisper to Bart.

"Me neither.." Bart reply her, trying to keep his voice to the lowest volume. "Ethan is just too stubborn."

"That town is not nice.. especially the house, it has probably taken so many heads." Akira say, fear plain clear in her voice. "I don't think I will sleep in that house with you guys."

"Indirectly you're saying you will ditch Ethan's birthday party? Common!" There's a whine in Bart's voice.

"I can't step my foot in that house..that is my point." Akira respond.

They continue arguing and deliberating on how to get me change my mind on throwing my birthday party in the house on the hill. I smirk. Most memorable birthday experience.

***

My private jet landed smoothly in Africa.

I, Carly, Olivia, Bart, Amanda and Akira step down from the jet and walks towards a cab, that was already waiting for us.

Olivia stops walking, glaring. She hits her cheekbone to be sure it was real. Turns out Genevieve was standing beside the cab, waving and smiling at us.