Levi narrowed his eyes at me. “Why?”
I clenched my jaw. “Because I didn’t want her to see me.”
Louis stood, stretching before running a hand down his face. “You’re acting like this because you still care.”
I let out a bitter laugh. “Care?” I repeated, shaking my head. “I hate her.”
Louis arched a brow. “Do you?”
Levi crossed his arms, watching me carefully. “You sure?”
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Because no matter how much I tried to convince myself otherwise, I knew the truth.
I never hated Olivia.
I hated what she made me feel.
“And you? Don’t you still care? I see the worry in your face,” I accused Levi.
Levi scoffed angrily. “I don’t care about that bitch!” he said with hate, and I furrowed my brow.
Years ago, I could have bet my life that, just like me, my brother had feelings for Olivia. Then what happened? What did she do to them to make them hate her this way?
“Good thing she’s alive,” Louis sighed, but I raised a brow at him too. I was curious, so curious to know what she did to them five years ago to make them hate her so much.
I was so curious that I couldn’t stop myself from asking. “Louis, Levi… tell me… what happened? Why did you two suddenly hate Olivia?”
Levi’s POV
Lennox’s question hung in the air. I felt his gaze fixed on me, demanding an answer, but I wasn’t ready to give one.
What happened?
I had no idea why Louis and Lennox hated her, but I had my own reasons-reasons I was too hurt to say.
The memories replayed at the edges of my mind, but before I could speak, a soft voice interrupted.
“Are you three talking about Olivia again?”
I turned sharply to see Anita sitting up, her tired eyes scanning our faces. She had woken up without us realizing.
“You men still want her?” she asked, her voice laced with hurt.
I scoffed, shaking my head as I ran a hand through my hair. “No. We hate her,” I said coldly.
Anita’s frown deepened, her eyes flickering with uncertainty. I could see the doubt in her eyes.
“We will never talk about her ever again,” Louis added.
Anita hesitated for a moment, searching our faces, before she moved closer. Her hand slid over my chest, her lips brushing against mine. I grabbed her waist, pulling her into a deep kiss, as if to prove a point to her.
Anita broke the kiss and pouted. “I hate it when you men talk about that bitch!” Anita sighed.
Somehow, I was curious, wondering What had Olivia done to her? They had once been best friends until five years ago when everything changed. Now, Anita hated Olivia as much as we did.
Anita frowned. “You men have to apologize to me,” she said and lay back on the bed, spreading her legs for us, giving us a view of her pussy.
Anita’s smirk deepened as she stretched out on the bed, her gaze challenging. “Give me a good apology,” she murmured, her voice sultry, eyes filled with desire.Lennox let out a low chuckle, his gaze darkening. “Apologize?” he echoed, crawling onto the bed beside her. “And how exactly do you want us to do that?”
Anita reached for him, pulling him down until their lips met in a heated kiss. I watched as Louis joined them, his hands skimming over Anita’s waist, his touch possessive. There was something intoxicating about the way she responded to them-how she arched into their touch, how her breath hitched with every kiss.
I hesitated, memories of Olivia flashing in my mind, but Anita’s soft moan pulled me back to the present.
Not wanting to be left behind, I climbed onto the bed and went for her nipple. As Lennox kissed her on the lips and Louis spread her legs to eat her pussy, I, on the other hand, went for her nipples, sucking on one while fondling the other.
We continued like that for a few moments. Louis, who was eating her pussy, spread her legs wider and thrust inside her. Anita released a soft moan, but before she could recover from it, I shoved my cock inside her mouth and began fucking her. As Louis fucked her in the pussy and I did in the mouth, Lennox trailed kisses along her body, sucking her breasts, his touch making her shudder. Our moans filled the air as we changed positions until we all had our turn fucking her.
Exhausted, we collapsed onto the bed, our bodies slick with sweat and cum. But Anita wasn’t done. She slid onto her knees and began stroking us, her mouth working magic as she took turns pleasuring us.
She was damn good at it.
As she pleasured me with her mouth, Lennox, still hungry for more, positioned himself behind her and thrust inside, making her moan around my cock. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through me.
Louis lay under her, his mouth on her bouncing breasts, sucking greedily. The room was filled with the sounds of pleasure, the slap of skin, the gasps, the groans.
I came first, spilling into her mouth, watching as she swallowed every drop before moving to Louis. Lennox pulled out, and I took his place, thrusting into her, groaning as she clenched around me.
“Fuck, Anita,” I growled. “You feel so fucking good.”
I leaned forward, my chest pressing against her back as my hands moved up, cupping her swaying breasts. My fingers pinched her nipples, adding another layer of pleasure to the intoxicating sensation of my cock driving into her.
The combination of my rough thrusts and the delicious torment on her nipples sent Anita spiraling into another orgasm. She moaned, her body shaking as she came hard, her walls tightening around me while Louis fucked her mouth.
I groaned loudly, my pace slowing down before I slammed into her one last time, burying myself deep as I spilled my hot release inside her.
We kept going, changing positions, exploring every inch of her body until we were completely drained. Finally, we collapsed onto the bed, naked, tangled together, our bodies coated in sweat and cum.
“Anita let out a satisfied sigh. “I want cold water. Tell the guards to have Olivia bring it in.”
I frowned inwardly. Why Olivia? Anyone could bring a damn bottle of water. But I couldn’t question it. If I did, Anita would get suspicious, and I wasn’t in the mood for that.
So I made a mind link and ordered my personal guard, “Tell Olivia to bring in a bottle of water.”
“I have done that,” I said aloud, and Anita’s lips curled into a satisfied smile.
We stayed in bed, completely naked, until a knock came at the door.
We knew it was Olivia.
But None of us covered up.
“Come in,” Anita ordered.
Olivia’s POV
“What?” my mother yelled in an outburst. “There are many servants in the pack house! Why must it be Olivia? My daughter just came out of unconsciousness; she almost died!” Mother said angrily to Levi’s personal guard, who had just walked into my room, saying Anita and the triplets needed me to get them a bottle of water.
As my mother fumed with anger, I sighed inwardly. I knew this was Anita’s doing, But today had already been exhausting, and the last thing I wanted was to create more trouble.
“Mother, let me just go. I will be back soon,” I said softly and tried leaving the bed, but my mother stopped me.
“No, Olivia. I will go instead,” she requested, but I shook my head against it.
“Please, Mother, I don’t want to get them more annoyed. Let me go. I will be back soon,” I assured her before pushing myself off the bed.
My whole body racked with pain from the effect of the pepper that had been applied to my skin and kneeling under the sun. I felt like collapsing, but I inhaled deeply and forced my foot to move.
As I left the room, I could see the pain and anger in my mother’s eyes, and I knew at this moment she wished she could do something to help. But unfortunately, she couldn’t.
I walked into the kitchen, took out four bottles of water, and placed them on a tray before making my way to the triplets’ wing.
Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the door.
“Come in,” Anita’s authoritative voice spoke.
I pushed the door open, only for my stomach to drop at the sight before me.
Lying on bed were the triplets and Anita, who were completely naked. The room reeked of sweat and sex. The air was filled with the aftermath of their pleasure.
Swallowing hard, I shut the door and made my way over to the table, making sure I avoided looking their way. After dropping the water on the nearby table, I turned to them but made sure I looked down.
“Here is the water. Anything else?” I asked softly while ignoring the discomfort in my chest.
It was painful to be tagged as the daughter of a thief, but it was more painful to see the men I had a crush on-my first loves-in bed with my best friend.
Anita sighed and moved herself from the arms of the triplets. She sat up properly and gestured for me to hand her the water, and despite how much I wanted to refuse, I just couldn’t. So I picked up the bottle of water from the tray and handed one to her.
I remained where I stood, my eyes fixed on the floor in humiliation while she slowly drank the water. I wished to leave. I wanted to leave. But I knew I couldn’t unless I was asked to.
“Anything else? If not, I will take my leave,” I said with a grumble.
“Stay,” Anita ordered. “We’ll need you.”
My frown deepened, but I didn’t lift my gaze. “Why? If you need me for something, you can just send for me,” I spat bitterly.
“Olivia!” Lennox cautioned.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
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