Olivia's POV
What was I doing here?
The question circled through my mind as I stood in Maxwell's bedroom, my heart hammering, my palms sweating.
I'd planned to tell him the truth once we got back to Tokyo. In a public place. Somewhere safe. With an escape route.
But I couldn't wait anymore.
His attitude toward Gabriel and me just now - the barely controlled rage, the possessiveness, the way he'd looked at us with pure rage - it showed me that I needed to step up before it was too late.
And Damien's threat hung over me like a guillotine waiting to drop.
I needed to come clean. Now. Before Damien told him first. Before Maxwell heard it as an accusation rather than a confession.
Besides, what could he really do right now? We were in the air. The worst thing he could do was call the cops and have them waiting when we landed. And before then, I could plead with whatever conscience he had left to forgive me.
After all, we were friends now. Right?
This was literally the best time.
