Maxwell's POV
"Asshole," I muttered under my breath the moment the conference room door closed behind David. "Fucking bastard."
My jaw was clenched so tight I could feel my teeth grinding together. The nerve of that man… sitting in my conference room, describing Olivia's body in graphic detail like she was some conquest to brag about. Talking about her moles, her breasts, her…
I pressed my fingers against my temples, trying to ease the rage-induced headache that was building.
When I was eating her pussy.
The words echoed in my mind, and my hands immediately balled into fists. The image of David's face between Olivia's legs, his mouth on her most intimate places, making her moan…
Stop. Just stop.
I clenched my fists tighter, nails digging into my palms as I fought to contain this fury within me.
AAAAAHHHH!!!
Olivia's POV
