sex-me boss.

a few hours later, they were on a plane bound for new orleans. Damon was watching Olivia sleep, for she had been so shocked that she had soon fallen asleep in the car, and he had taken it upon himself to drop her off in his private jet. he hoped he would have time at home to research this sordid man who had eaten her mother’s brain to the point where she didn’t even doubt him.

as she slowly opened her eyes, olivia tried to remember everything because she could see the window, which meant she was on a plane or something. she turned on her side and saw that Damon hadn’t taken his eyes off her at all. She lowered her eyes because she had no idea what he thought of her at that very moment in relation to what had happened. noticing that she was avoiding his gaze, Damon began to stroke her hair while looking into her eyes. she was afraid and this fear was reflected in his gaze.

-You trust me, don’t you, my angel?

She trusted him completely after all they’d been through together, but now she didn’t know why he was asking her this question.

-I’m asking you because I trust you too, my Olivia, and I don’t know what you’re thinking right now, but I’m asking you.

I’m asking you because I trust you too, my Olivia, and I don’t know what you’re thinking right now, but I’m asking you to forget it very quickly if you don’t want me to get angry, do you understand?

-But… but maybe you could give Richard the benefit of the doubt like I would have preferred your mother to give me the benefit of the doubt Damon.

-I know, but I want you to know that I couldn’t believe anything that man or his niece had to say, but it was my mother who was wrong to believe that everything that came out of that man’s and his niece’s mouths was the truth. I don’t want to think about this anymore.

She closed her eyes and breathed out. Even if Damon believed her, it still didn’t reassure her, because Ricard’s words echoed in her head and she was afraid.

-Is there anything else, Oli?

-I don’t know if I should believe this, but I think so, Damon. When that man proposed to me in the kitchen, he let me know that he’s the godfather of the Russian mafia and that he’ll hunt me down once he’s finished with your mother.

I understand and you should stop worrying. My mother has chosen to stay with him and I don’t think he could hurt her now, do you understand?

she snuggles up to him, just waiting for the moment when she’ll finally be able to get some rest on land. a week of nightmares, when it had originally been planned as a good time with the family. she’d never have agreed to it if she’d even imagined it could spin out like this.

When the jet landed, Damon’s car was already there waiting for them. Damon had insisted on living with her until their wedding, which she hadn’t at all refused, since she wanted him too.

as the midday sun beat down on the African country, James couldn’t stand it any longer. he wanted to go home and he didn’t want to leave his she-devil on this continent. after all the time he’d spent with her, he didn’t want to stay away any longer, which was why he’d done everything he could to leave the country with her.

When she’d just arrived, she’d thought a thirty-minute break was enough, but now that she couldn’t stop thinking about James, thirty minutes meant nothing to her.

-Am I dreaming or are you thinking about me?

she looked up and saw James in all his splendor, a smile instinctively forming on her lips. she stood up and walked over to him, and James wasted no time in taking her in his arms and kissing her lips, which he loved so much.

-How are you?

-It was only last night that you came to leave me, James, so it hasn’t even been twenty-four hours. Have you become addicted to me?

He wanted to see her all the time and always wanted to know what she was doing, something that had never happened to him. He ignored her question and moved into the tent where he began to gather his things, something Maggie didn’t understand at all.

-But what are you doing, James?

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-I know you want to, and I don’t think it would be better in this country, so we’re going home tonight. I called your manager and he’s agreed, so you don’t need to worry.

-without even consulting me, you asked yourself if this is what I wanted or not?

-Tell me you don’t want it and I’ll leave without looking at Maggie’s back.

was she able to say she didn’t want to when he’d done everything without being forced, and he was asking her to celebrate New Year’s Eve with him, so that was wonderful. she pressed her head against his chest and James took that as a positive response.

They put an end to their cuddle and went to put Maggie’s things away. She was happy to be going home, because although she loved what she was doing, it wasn’t enough to keep her in this country, and it’s a good thing she had a hero.