A Billionaire's Vows To His Donor Bride

CHAPTER 10 A Weird Feeling

OLIVIA

I blame Catherine for how tipsy I feel right now. She fed me wine, and now I think I am having the best night of my life with these men coming to talk to me. My laugh is so loud, and to some, it may be provoking, but it is just honest.

They all leave except for one who is sitting next to me, looking at me. He moves closer and smiles. He looks so familiar, yet I don’t know where I would have possibly met him.

“I hear you also went to Harvard medicine school. I also went there and my major is brain surgeon; what about you?” The man asks.  

“Interesting. I am a neurosurgeon,” I say.

“Mm, nice. Not only beautiful, but you have the brains too,” Oh, God. My cheeks feel hot right now. If I was not wearing makeup, my cheeks would be visibly tomato red. “I hope this does not make you uncomfortable, but I kind of searched you on the net, and you seemed to be a top student in your years at Harvard,”

Harvard was a good home for me. It holds a lot of good memories because as soon as I turned eighteen, I left the orphanage because I had already applied for university, and I was fortunate enough to have a bursary that could afford my accommodation. The scenery was different, and I learned how to be free from there. There was more to life than it was in the orphanage home, and I made friends, but nothing could take away what I had with Alexander. He was always my number one.

“Yes, indeed I was. I was very determined to become a doctor. What drove you to be a doctor?” I ask, comfortably conversing with him.

“Passion. It runs through the family. I am Thomas Tate; does the name ring a bell?” He asks, smirking. I squint my eyes, looking at him as if it is too bright in the room.

His name instantly flashes in my head, and I remember him now so well. We went to Harvard together and we graduated in the same year.

“What, thee Thomas Tate? I cannot believe it, oh my God. I never expected to see anyone from Harvard here,” I exclaim, amused.

“Well, it feels so good to see you here, Olivia Carter… or should I direct you as Mrs. Walker?”

I sigh.

“I have to ask though, why are you not wearing your ring?”

“Just call me Olivia. It is a long story. So, how have you been?” I dismiss the topic, and I am so glad he does not dwell in it.

We talk about our lives, what we have been up to, and what we are doing now. I am really surprised to find out that he runs his own private practice. It is so good to see him and talk to him. His is very good with his words and he is charming. I wonder if he is single or has a person in his life, but I bet girls are crying over him.

A few women come and try to talk to him, but he politely dismisses them. I cannot be surprised because that confirmed my assumptions about him. I have been chatting for a long time with him, I think we should separate ways now, plus I feel like the women here are starting to bad mouth me because Thomas is not giving the same attention, he is giving me.

As I stand, I fall back on my chair and almost fall, but Thomas quickly catches me and I look up at him, only to find his face close to mine.

“Are you alright?” He asks.

“No,” I shake my head. I think I had a lot of wine, and now it is showing up.

I quickly sit back as the ladies are giving me death stares. I hope I do not make bad publicity just because of a simple misunderstanding.

“Let’s go somewhere private if you are feeling uncomfortable here,” He says, and I just agree.

We get to a private dining room, and I lie on the couch. Soon, Thomas leaves me in this quiet place to be all by myself. It is not five minutes when the door burst open, and the beast walks in, looking fury.

He charges up to us and grabs me by my arm aggressively. I whine, struggling in his hand.

“Alexander, let go of me!”

“You couldn’t even wait until the even was over before you went for Thomas. Do you like him? Did you find that I am not easy to conquer, so you went for your next target. You are smarter than I thought, I see. I bet your resume will extend greater with your experience of targeting powerful and rich men. How many new preys did you find?” He accuses in a disdainful tone.

This is purely an insult, and I feel like bursting into tears.

“I didn’t,” I say with trembling lips.

“Who are you fooling? I am sure you found them; you just don’t have them in your arms yet. Are you desperate for attention that much?”

I gather my strength to try and escape from his grip, but his hand drapes around my waste and he pulls me very close to him, leaving no gap between us.

The fabric of my jumpsuit is so thin it almost feels like he is directly holding my skin. His hands are warm and even though they are not as gentle, the are so soft.

My body shivers at his touch as his and slides up on my back and reaches the zip. I subconsciously stretch my hand to attempt to push him, but he pushes me back on the couch and I lie on my back with him on top, looking down at me with detest.

Memories from yesterday flash in my head, and I wonder if he is planning to repeat what he did to me last night. With that in my mind, I struggle to free myself beneath him, but he has firmly trapped me. He grabs my hand and places them in a pinion position, and he has locked my legs in between his so at this point, my plan to escape is futile.

“I actually do not mind if you take Thomas. I know his family, and I know him personally, so I can recommend you to him and make a quick transfer. I would be glad if they take you in because at least then, I would be free from you,”

Recommend and make a quick transfer as if I am some transaction. I am a very independent woman, not a slave!

He never runs out of hurtful words for me, does he? Will I ever heal from this abuse?

I smile, viciously and let out a laugh before I put myself serious again.

“Okay, but first, I am going to conquer you,” I say, firmly, piercing my eyes into his.

He frowned, loosening his hands off me, surprised by my comment. I place my hands around his neck, taking the initiative to kiss his him on the lips. After five seconds, he pulls away and looks into my eyes. He is perplexed and probably never expected this from me.

“How much did you drink?” He asks, softly.

I softly pull my lower lip between my teeth before I kiss him softly and sensually again. This is my answer to him.

My heart instantly races when I feel his lips moving and his hands sliding down to my waist before he pulls me on to of him as he sits upright on the couch. His hands roam around my waist before they reach my butt. I gasp and moan between the kiss because it has suddenly gotten comfortable and hot in here. I hope this is not a dream, and if it is, I do not want it to end.

I think my Alexander is coming back.

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ALEXANDER

What is this that I am feeling in my heart? It is foreign, but I feel like I have experienced it before. I think I missed half of my heart beats; am I dying? What is going on because I have never felt like this before. It is soothing and I feel comfortable.

My body is reacting back in an unbelievable way that I cannot explain, and I cannot seem to stop myself from this soothing kiss. I don’t even want to open my eyes because I feel like if I do, everything will fade away. The way she is hugging me is so warm, her lips are soft and contagious. I think I am about to lose my mind right now.

Her hands start moving around my chest, bringing me back from my thoughts

Shit, what am I doing? This is not supposed to be happening. This is Olivia after all and everything she does has a motive. My body suddenly stiffens, and I shoot my eyes open before I toss her on the couch and abruptly stand, disgusted.

“I have never seen a shameless woman like you!” I sneer.

She shudders and takes her jacket, quickly putting it on.

“What did you think? That a mere kiss would make me change my mind? I only kissed you back to make you think I wanted you, but clearly, you are stupid enough to believe that I will ever fall for someone like you. You are naïve and think full of yourself. My last name will never bring you any convenience, and it disgusts me to see you use my grandmother. You may be a Walker, but to me, you are just a useless person. You will not gai anything by that name, and I will make sure of it,”

“I never wanted to gain anything from being a Walker!” She shouts, holding back her tears. I walk up to her and crouch in front of her.

“Good, because I want a divorce!” I rumble like thunder, staring into her brown eyes covered in mist. She looks at me with sock in her eyes.