Zach's POV

"What should I wear?" Olivia asks me while frantically rummaging through her closet.

I'm leaning against the door frame fully dressed and ready to leave, and watch the hectic woman in front of me, who happens to be my girlfriend, going through every single piece of her clothes for the second time, unable to decide what to wear.

What is it with women and their complaining about having nothing to wear? Liv has literally three times more clothes than me and needs at least fifteen minutes to pick out an, in her opinion, suitable outfit before we go out.

"Baby, I don't care what you wear," I say, and step towards her.

Olivia turns around and faces me with a reproachful look.

"Zach, I don't know what kind of party this is. I don't want to look too casual, but neither do I want to look like I put too much effort into my appearance," she complains.

I wrap my arms around her and pull her close to my chest.

"No matter what you wear, you're beautiful," I state with a chuckle.

It's true, Olivia is a natural beauty. She could wear sweatpants and an oversized hoodie all the time, she would still look amazing.

"That's not helping at all, Zach," she counters, and breaks free from my embrace.

I sigh and roll my eyes.

"If you don't decide soon, we might as well stay here," I note and plop onto the bed.

Liv crosses her arms and pouts.

"You're one to talk. You men are so lucky when it comes to clothing. Put on some simple pants and a dress shirt and you are appropriately dressed for any occasion," she mocks.

I laugh and grab her by her elbows to pull her closer, so she's standing between my legs. I guess she has a point. I just slipped into my simple chinos and put on a plain white dress shirt. It's casual and dressy at the same time.

"You know, you look fucking hot in that," I state and take in her curvy body wearing that set of white lacy lingerie which consists of dangerously little fabric.

Liv chuckles sheepishly, and I watch her cheeks flushing at my saucy comment. I love that she still gets shy in front of me. It's cute and makes her look innocent, even though in reality I know how filthy she can be. That's the perfect mixture for me and the reason why she drives me so crazy.

"Do you like it?" she asks bashfully and bites her bottom lip.

"Are you kidding me? You look smoking hot," I retort, and then add hoarsely, "Look what you do to me!"

Liv follows my gaze to the bulge at the front of my pants. Her cheeks blush even more at the sight of my excitement, and I can't help but laugh out loud at her widened eyes.

"Well, we haven't got time for that now," she whispers and winks at me. With that said, she turns around and slowly walks back to her closet with swinging hips.

Fuck! What a sight.

"Teasing minx," I mutter and stand up. She shoots me a cocky smirk over her shoulder, and then starts searching through her closet again.

After another ten minutes, she's finally found an outfit, and stands in front of the mirror in the bathroom.

"And for that I had to wait like half an hour? For simple brown pants and a white top?" I taunt her.

Olivia chuckles lightly while tying her hair in some kind of hair nest. How is it called again? A bun?

"Those are dress pants, and they are not brown. The color is called beige," she corrects me, and smiles at me through the mirror with her eyebrows raised.

I have to admit, her appearance is worth every second of waiting. Her brown pants, excuse me, beige dress pants reach up to her waist, and the plain white top ends just above it and is skin-tight which perfectly highlights her feminine curves.

"Alright, beige then. Ready to go?" I ask.

Liv quickly applies some mascara and a nude lipstick and then nods.

"Yea," she says and beams at me.

My goodness, this woman is breathtakingly beautiful!

I lean down and plant a soft kiss on her forehead.

In the hallway, Liv grabs a white blazer and a small white purse and slips into heels which have the same color as her pants. Beige? I roll my eyes at the sight of her shoes.

"How can you even walk in those?" I ask while slipping on my white sneakers. It's one of the three pairs of shoes I own.

"I can't really. They just look better with that outfit." Liv shrugs and checks her reflection in the full-length mirror one last time.

I shake my head but can't hide my amusement. I will never understand the mystery of women. Never in a million years would I wear such killer shoes. They must be extremely uncomfortable.

Before I open the door for us, I grab her hand and let her twist around.

"You look stunning, baby. That outfit suits you very well," I compliment her, and kiss her hand.

"Thanks. You look not bad yourself," she replies with a radiating smile.

I grab my jacket, and we leave the house. Hand in hand because Olivia already struggles taking the stairs down in those shoes.

~

About half an hour later, our Uber arrives at Caleb's mansion. I get out the car and hold my hand out for Olivia to help her out.

"Thank you," she mutters and worriedly eyes the villa in front of us.

"We can still turn around and go for a drink somewhere else," I offer and grab her hand.

"No, it's cool. Let's try to have some fun," she says, and walks towards the entrance.

I have mixed feelings towards the evening, to be honest. I know Caleb has no bad intentions for tonight. Even though that's very unlike him, he probably just wanted to be nice when he invited us.

I take a deep breath and follow my stunning girlfriend. A smirk appears on my face as I watch her walking towards the house. Her bum looks illegally hot in those pants and considering her earlier remark that she can't really walk in those shoes, she moves down that stony pathway too sexy. The sight of her swinging hips makes my chinos tighten at the front.

Fuck. I really need to keep my cool at least for the time we're here. If only she wouldn't look that hot in her outfit.

"What are you doing back there?" Liv calls out to me and smiles knowingly over her shoulder. She knows exactly what she's doing. I can't help but chuckle at her saucy look and make a few big steps to catch up with her.

Liv gives me a warm smile and intertwines our hands, and we take the few steps to Caleb's entrance together.

One minute after we've rang the bell, a snobby guy in a suit opens the door.

"William," I nod at the guy who cut me out of my money last week at the casino.

"Oh, look who's here," William scoffs, "Did you came to lose some more money?"

I roll my eyes and decide to ignore his comment.

William utters a grunting chuckle and then sets eyes on my Olivia.

"Oh, and you brought your fuck toy I see." He ogles Liv's feminine body, and I'm surprised he isn't drooling yet.

"Baby, just ignore-" I start, but Olivia's sharp voice cuts me off.

"Actually, I'm down for another game against some sleazeballs who radiate a small dick energy," she states with a voice cool as ice, and blinks at William with played innocence.

My eyes widen at her use of words, but I quickly man up and can't hide my amusement about her quick-witted comeback.

William raises his eyebrows, and is visibly taken aback, but then smirks and steps aside to let us in.

"Enjoy yourself," he sneers, and we walk past him and enter the modern building.

Loud music booms through the house and makes my mind dizzy already. I protectively lay my hand on Liv's lower back and guide her to the living room where I reckon Caleb and the rest.

As we enter the room, I spot some familiar faces and a few unfamiliar one, but all together not so many guests have arrived yet. It's only 7pm, so I'm sure the place will be stuffed in not more than two hours.

"Do you know all those people?" Liv asks me, her lips close to my ear to drown out the loud music.

"Not all of them, but a few," I reply and pull her closer. She shoots me a thankful smile.

"I was not expecting to see you tonight!" Caleb's roaring voice booms through the room. I look up and spot him walking towards us. He's dressed as usual, in a high-priced suit with his dress shirt half unbuttoned to reveal his beefy chest.

"Happy birthday, Caleb," Olivia calls out to him, earning a wolfish grin from him.

"Thanks, babe. I know a suitable gift you could give me for my birthday," he jokes, and gawks at her body the same disgusting way William did only a few minutes before.

Olivia frowns and tilts her head. She obviously doesn't get his saucy joke. For clarification Caleb licks his lips and gropes his crotch.

"That's enough, Caleb," I warn him with a glare. Caleb bursts out laughing and winks at my girl.

Olivia, who seems to have understood by now what Caleb meant, coughs, and her cheeks immediately crimson.

"Shutting up." Caleb gestures us to lock his mouth, and then points to a long table piled up with pretty much every sort of liquor which exists, "Help yourselves!"

With that, he turns around and walks away.

Liv and I look at each other and share an amused little laughter. I love those moments of connection between us, which get more and more often the longer we know each other. The whole relationship between Olivia and me is going perfectly well so far. I'm a bit afraid this whole thing is too good to be true, but every time these thoughts appear in my head, I banish them to the very back of my brain and try to ignore them as good as possible.

"Let's grab a drink. If I want to put up with all those snobs and pricks here, I have to get some alcohol into my system," Liv orders, and pulls me towards the table full of bottles, glasses, and ice-cube boxes.

I chuckle and let her drag me along. I mix us both a Gin-Tonic, which I learned is her favorite drink, and we both take a huge sip of our drink and watch the few guests blathering and casually dancing on the spot. Most of them are men, but also a few scarcely clothed women swing their hips to the booming beat. I spot Ashley next to Caleb. Her light blonde hair sticks out of all the darkly dressed guys who surround her.

Out of the corner of my eye, I watch Olivia starting to swing her hips along the beat.

"Would you like to dance?" I ask and take another big gulp of my drink.

Olivia beams at me and quickly downs the remainder of her Gin-Tonic. She puts her glass onto one of the bar tables which are evenly spread around the room and faces me.

"I'd love to," she states. I put my drink aside and grab her hand to lead her to the open space in the middle of the room. The space where the two chesterfield sofas were standing the last time we were here.

We start dancing closely to the fast beat of the music. Olivia wraps her hands around my neck and looks me deep in the eyes. I place my hands on her hips and pull her closer.

"It's not so bad so far, isn't it," I ask her with a smirk on my face.

Liv just shakes her head and then closes her eyes to get lost in the music. She seems to highly enjoy this little dance, and I have to admit so do I. The music stops and the next song comes up, which incites Liv to turn around and press her backside against me.

Fuck. This isn't going to end well.

I dig my fingers into her hips and bury my face into the crook of her neck while Liv grinds her bum against my center.

"You're tormenting me here, you know that?" I groan into her ear as Liv places her palms over my hands and laces our fingers together. She just smirks and leans her head against my chest.

Her fruity scent invades my nostrils and makes my mind blurred. I can't help but start kissing the soft skin of her neck.

Suddenly, Olivia pulls away and leaves me longing for more of her intoxicating touches. I want to complain, but she gets ahead of me with taking my hand and leading me out of the room without even looking at me.

"What are you-" I start, but Olivia interrupts me.

"Where's the bathroom?" she asks and looks around the empty hallway.

I frown but point at one door I know the bathroom's located behind.

Without another word, Liv drags me into the bathroom and locks the door behind us.

"Hey, what are you doing?" I ask her with a chuckle and raise my eyebrows.

"Help you blowing off steam," she simply states, and pushes me against the locked door.

Before I can process her words, she smashes her plump lips against mine and shoves her tongue into my mouth.

I don't hesitate to return the kiss and move my hands down to squeeze her tasty butt. All the pent-up tension from the previous hour flows into Liv's and my heated exchange. Olivia's hand wanders down from my shoulder over my chest and stops at my crotch where she starts stroking me through the fabric of my trousers which elicits an involuntary moan from me.

I pull away and look into her eyes. They are full of lust and desire. I swallow as she starts unbuttoning my pants. She doesn't break eye contact when she pulls down my pants and boxers, freeing my manhood.

I watch every move she makes as she slowly gets to her knees and wraps one hand around my length and starts slowly pumping.

"Fuck," I moan at the feeling of her warm hand around me.

"Do you like that?" Liv asks me in a seductive tone.

"Fuck yea," I breathe shakily.

"Yea? How about that?" She slowly brings her face closer to my erection and licks her beautiful lips. Her little dirty talk turns me on even more. She never did that before, and hell is it sexy.

When she slides her tongue from the bottom to my tip, my eyes flutter and I inhale sharply.

"Keep going, baby," I groan with a strained voice.

Olivia suggestively smirks up at me before slowly taking me into her hot mouth. Shit. Her grey-blue eyes, which are still fixed on me, paired with that skillful mouth of hers won't let me last long.

I feel her tongue swirling over my tip and I moan louder than I meant to. To be honest, I don't give a fuck. We're at a fucking party, and nobody will care if I get sucked off by my girlfriend in the bathroom.

Liv's eyes never leave mine as she takes my whole length into her mouth. I'm so deep inside of her, I can feel the back of her throat. I tilt back my head and run my fingers through my hair.

"Your mouth feels so good," I croak out as she starts bobbing her head back and forth.

The soft gagging noises and moans she makes while sucking me only add to my pleasure, and I feel I'm already close. She bats her eyelashes at me and picks up speed. I can't help but place my palm on the back of her head and tilt my hips forward to meet her movements.

"Fuuck," I moan, and my eyes flutter as she swirls her tongue around my tip again.

If she does that again, I'm done.

"You have to stop now if you don't want me to come in your mouth," I pant through gritted teeth, but Liv smirks again and hollows her cheeks around me. This sexy motion pushes me over the edge, and I groan as I pump my load deep into her throat.

Olivia pulls back and swallows with her eyes still fixed on me. I spot a little drip of my cum at the corner of her mouth and use my thumb to gently wipe it away. Liv grabs my hand and licks the remainder from my finger. Fuck.

"Come here," I mutter hoarsely and pull her up to kiss her eagerly. I don't give a fuck to taste myself on her swollen lips. She sighs into my mouth and rakes her fingers through my hair. I pull away and rest my forehead against hers. She opens her eyes, which are slightly watery after what she just did, and gives me a crooked smile.

"Let me return the favor," I whisper, but Liv grabs my hand and stops it before I reach her crotch.

"Later," she retorts, and places a soft kiss on the corner of my mouth, "I need another drink first."

I chuckle and give her a last passionate kiss before pulling up my boxers and pants again.

When we return into the living room, there are much more people than before. The sound level is even higher now, and I feel the loud beat of the music booming inside my chest.

"I thought this was supposed to be a small party?" Liv asks, trying to drown the loud music.

"Oh, trust me, that's a small party compared to the parties he usually throws," I say and walk over to the makeshift bar to make us a drink.

Liv follows me with a head-shake and grabs the gin and tonic I hand her.

"Oh," she simply retorts, and takes a huge sip of her drink.

"Zach!" a high-pitched voice catches mine and Liv's attention.

When I turn my head to the direction where it came from, I spot Ashley, T's ex, approaching us, and frown.

"Hey Ash," I greet her and wrap my arm around Olivia's waist.

"Olivia Ashley, Ashley Olivia!" I introduce them both to each other.

Ashley gives Liv a quick nod, and then faces me. She flutters her fake eyelashes and places her hand on my upper arm.

"Can I talk to you for a second?" she chirps.

I glance at Olivia who smiles at me and gives me a quick nod.

"Okay," I sigh. I really don't want to have a talk with Ashley. The last time I spoke to her, she fooled me and lured me into a trap which caused me to get beaten up by my fucking stepbrother.

Olivia's POV

I watch Zach walking away with that twisty blonde girl. I had to force myself to smile at him and act like I don't care if he vanishes with her, but the last thing I want is Zach to think that I'm a jealous, insecure woman. The little jealous rage I had yesterday because of Aria was already embarrassing enough.

I sigh and down the remainder of my gin and tonic. I shouldn't be drinking so fast, but it helps to still the stirring emotions in my head. What does it matter? I'm at a party and I want to have fun. I grab the blue bottle of gin to mix myself another drink.

About twenty minutes, a few suggestive comments from men I don't know, and one and a half more gin tonics later, Zach still hasn't returned, so I decide to go and find him.

With the half-empty drink in my hand, I enter the spacious hallway in anticipation of laying eyes on Zach and that Ashley bitch, but they're nowhere to be seen. Immediately, my subconscious waves a red flag in front of my eyes, but I try to persuade myself that Zach is only talking to her, and that I don't have any reason to be worried.

I think for a second and then decide to look if he's downstairs. A cold shudder runs down my spine as I remember the last time, I took these steps down. That stupid Officer! I thought he was a nice guy, but he turned out to be a pain in the ass.

I go for the door nearest to the stair and grab the door handle.

When I press it down and the door opens, my gin and tonic slides out of my hand, and with a loud clank it shatters into a thousand pieces as it reaches the tiled floor.

I press my hands against my mouth as I take in the sight which is revealed in front of me.