Chapter 2: Crazy

DARIUS

“~Olivia Summer,~ I am here to pick you up,” her name rolled off my tongue like honey as I knocked at this girl’s door.

A drop of water splashed onto the shoulder of my ten-thousand-dollar suit, turning my attention toward the building’s ceiling, the narrow hallway, and the antique carpet.

This whole place screamed, warned, softened, and was forgotten.

The musky scent, weathered facade, and peeling paint were as charming as the preconceived idea I had of this girl—rotten and with an expiration date.

So when my little brother asked me to pick up the so-called sister of his new gold-digging girlfriend, even though I was tempted to say no, I couldn’t let this pass.

This was the perfect opportunity to start digging into Sarah’s past.

The door opened, and the woman before me was nothing like the exotic Sarah Summer.

She was what I would call… dainty; exquisitely delicate, with a tiny little body that made her look so breakable.

My eyes explored her face—her cute button nose and plump, juicy lips, so pretty that for a second I felt the impulse to taste them.

Her stern gaze caught my attention.

Something about those dark, fiery eyes reminded me of someone I used to know.

Somebody I used to hate… and desire.

Sinful.

Like plucking a pretty flower, I blatantly checked her out, aware she would notice.

My eyes wandered, unable to contain myself, from her neck to her small, round breasts, relishing her tiny little waist.

How ~easy~ it would be to lift her.

Then I stopped.

What were those filthy shoes?

Of course, she had to have something dirty.

This may not be Olivia; I may have gotten the wrong address.

“Are you Olivia Summer?”

“Eyes up,” she snapped her fingers at me, centering my attention back on her face.

She spoke like a viper: “Yes, I am Olivia Summer. Are you done watching, or are you going to help?”

Did I want to help her? ~No.~

Nobody has ever talked to me that way.

My hand—and other parts of me—twitched at the tone of her voice.

“You open your doors to strangers often?” I asked as I assessed the situation.

This woman had no preservation instincts? I was a stranger, after all.

“Oh please, I can rob you of that suit and pay rent for a couple of months.” She rolled her eyes while grabbing her bag.

“And I just talked to my sister who told me someone was going to pick me up. What she forgot to mention is that she sent a pervie GI Joe driver with a hell of an expensive suit, but who am I to judge her ‘new boyfriend’s people?’” she asked, using her hands to sign semicolons.

~Pervie driver? Alexander’s people? Who does she think she is talking to?~

“Do I look like a driver to you?” I tilted my head down to take a better look at her features.

Those fiery eyes were captivating.

“Ah, uhm, well—no,” she stammered, looking for words.

Those cheeks were getting red as she could only look up.

Then she focused on my crossed arms.

“You look…”

“I look?” I smirked, questioning her unfinished line of thought.

She was faking the bravado like a dog that barks but doesn’t bite.

I, on the other hand, liked biting.

She stood there gaping.

“Dude, it was a joke, of course you—”

Her phone rang, interrupting us, and then those red cheeks drained of all color as she stared at the screen.

Was she going to take the call?

Her expression changed from disbelief to utter blankness.

That weird ringtone she chose continued ringing.

“Motherfucker,” she said so slow and steady I almost thought she was directing that comment to me, but no, she was staring at her phone, completely still like the calm before the storm.

“Olivia?” I asked.

How do you act when someone has a nervous breakdown?

Well, no.

This looked more like a psychotic episode.

She was not responding to my voice, with that blank expression solely directed at the screen in her palm.

I resisted the urge to place a hand on her shoulder.

What if she had rabies?

“~Roger, motherfucker!~” she snapped.

The sudden outburst took me completely by surprise and I almost flinched, but I had years of mastering my facial expressions.

My hands remained inside my coat as I watched her from above.

The crazy woman was gaining her composure and returning to a calm state.

“Do you need any help with that?” I offered.

Those plump lips switched to one side, as if debating thoughts.

“Oh, you didn’t hear? Women are completely capable of carrying her bags.” She took her bag and a tiny book, closing the door behind her.

Her petite hands could barely clasp the luggage handles.

“I am only here doing Alexander a favor, but please be my guest and fall down the stairs.”

I followed closely behind her as we maneuvered down the narrow staircase, the space only allowing for one person at a time.

Olivia stopped abruptly, causing us to bump into each other.

“Feel free to push me, you entitled dic—” she began, irritated.

But as her hand shot out to steady herself on the banister, the book she had been clutching slipped from her grasp.

It tumbled down the stairs, her footsteps muffling the sound.

“So eager to have my hands on you?” I shot back without thinking, a smirk forming on my lips.

“I would die first before that happened.” She retorted as she continued her descent.

I lunged forward, catching the book just as it hit the floor, my eyes quickly scanning the cover.

~A Tale of Love and Friendship~ stared back at me in all its corny glory.

I couldn’t help but chuckle while tucking it into the crook of my coat—it was almost laughable, really.

I mean, that was practically a Hallmark card in book form!

“What’s so funny?” She turned her head sharply to catch me mid-chuckle.

Her eyes narrowed with suspicion.

“You,” I replied, casting her a teasing glance.

“And here I thought you were ogling my ass,” she shot back, raising an eyebrow.

“But it seems your thoughts are able to keep you entertained. Or at least thinking of me. Good for you and your working neurons.”

Wasn’t she a little viper?

One that reads mushy love stories.

Adorable.

Yes, my male neurons worked perfectly fine.

Now that she placed that thought, I was definitely ogling her ass this time as we continued to the lobby.

Once out of the building I could walk at my own pace.

She followed me at her own rhythm, still fighting with the weight of her bag, and then she stopped.

Olivia Summer stood in the street, tiny and confused, her eyes worn and tired for the first time until our gazes met.

“Are you okay?”

Was she about to have another episode?

“I’m sorry,” she blurted.

She was sorry?

“Look, I am—you are. Look, I am sorry about earlier. I am sorry—you,” she babbled. “That call caught me off guard.”

“You speak English, right?” At this point, I just wanted to rile her up; she seemed fine trying to do it to me.

“Stop being an asshole, I’m trying to apologize for my behavior before, but you know wha—.” She couldn’t finish the sentence.

A teen bumped into her, spilling green liquid everywhere.

Her height didn’t work in her favor; she was soaked. Disgustingly soaked.

What else could I do but blink?

“Well, don’t just stand there, help me!” she screamed.

The kid got lost the second he heard Olivia’s outburst.

“Help you how?” I raised an eyebrow, keeping my hands on my coat, maintaining my distance from the sudden collision between her and someone’s four cup smoothie order.

“I thought you said women are completely capable of helping themselves.”

Did that improve my mood dramatically? Yes.

Would this wash away that attitude of hers? I could only hope.

I suppressed a laugh. I knew I was being petty, but this was too funny.

Karma was a bitch, after all.

“Ha-ha, very funny.” She scrunched her nose, taking her top off in the street and cleaning her face.

My eyes roamed over her silhouette.

Was she undressing in the middle of the street?

“My eyes burn and I think I swallowed a little bit too.” She whined and then coughed.

“Should I call someone?” I asked. ~A mental health institute?~ “Your sister, maybe—~Roger?~” I suggested.

Wasn’t that the motherfucker?

“Roger? Did you say Roger!?” she gritted her teeth ferally.

~Jeez, poor thing…~

Her gaze locked on me.

There were books written about this, you know? About hysteria in women. Female rage.

Yes, those types of crazy women men warned about staying far from.

I sighed and crossed my arms, watching her choice of bra.

Was she wearing polka dots?

She surprised me by hitting me with the wet shirt.

“Stop staring at my boobs.”

“You are the one getting naked in the middle of the street.” I stated.

“Ugh, aren’t you a dickhead dressed like a gentleman?” She huffed, reaching for the handle of my car’s back door, which was closed.

“Open the door.”

“Say please.” I held her stare.

Why was she so entertaining to watch?

God, I couldn’t help but keep riling her up, and yes, I had this urge to do something about her bad attitude, starting with putting her on my lap.

“Do I have a bumper sticker on my head that says ‘good girl’ or something?” she asked me.

“Dude, just open the car; it is freezing out here.”

“My car, my rules. You can Uber yourself or something.” I smiled, crossing my arms in front of her.

She wanted to say something, but she took a deep breath and surprised me by speaking nicely with doe eyes.

Not fiery or resentful, but innocent-looking eyes.

“Could you—” She paused, taking a deep breath. “Could you open the door to your car~. Please?~”

My eyes looked down on her once again, to that adorable cute button of a nose, and pretty pink lips.

I clicked my car keys.

She decided to ride in the backseat and spoke as soon as the car started moving.

“I’m sure you won’t mind if I change my clothes,” she said while holding a green dress.

Her clothes? She was already in her bra.

Her fingers lingered on the rich fabric.

My eyes widened in anticipation.

This was getting entertaining.

“If you take a look, I will murder you.”

~But I want to watch you, Olivia.~

I turned and watched the road ahead, chuckling.

We still had two hours, and she was pushing my self-control to the limit.

She should know better than to get naked in a stranger’s car.

She knew so little about me.

I didn’t ignore attractive women when they undressed in front of me.

It was not in my nature because I always got what I wanted.

So I watched her.

From where I was sitting, I could see hints of bare skin and a glimpse of her delicate white lace underwear.

She was getting me hard.

Hard for that annoying yet amusing dirty mouth.

She took her bra off, and I glanced at her through the rearview mirror and caught another variation of a death glare from those fiery brown eyes as she covered herself with her hands.

At that moment, I was sure of something.

She couldn’t fool me; she was neither cute nor innocent, and it seemed she liked playing games.

Not even three minutes, and she was already naked in my car.

If the apple didn’t fall far from the tree, then her sister was the same.

Crazy, pathetic, and a hussy.

“I said don’t look.” she spoke.~

I swallowed hard at the sight of her small, round, perfect breasts.

Her eyes were closed for a moment as she pulled her dress on.

Her chest rising and falling, the curve of her neck.

Thoughts of making her moan while kissing and nibbling her nape took over me.

Fuck, this girl was playing with my mind.

My cock was about to explode.

I was so turned on, for God’s sake.

Yes, I would fuck her, but only for the thrill, not like my brother, who thought with his dick instead of his head.

Yes, these sisters were attractive, but bringing them to meet our mother?

To our childhood vacation house?

For Christmas?

Was Alexander out of his mind?~

Fucking and dating were two different things.

While I had no interest whatsoever in dating anyone, I could fuck this girl right here, right now, and keep it casual.

I watched as she put the green dress on and knew that was my cue to get my eyes back on the road.~

I felt her gaze, and I couldn’t hide my smile.

It’s not like I could erase what I had already seen.

I knew exactly what was underneath and badly wanted to rip that dress off with my teeth.

My foot hovered over the brake pedal, ready to stop the car at any sign of compliance.

~I swear that if you give me a dirty look, Olivia. I will stop this car right now and fuck your brains out.~

But she only raised an eyebrow with an accusatory look.

I wanted to make her uncomfortable, and I felt she might like being watched.

So I locked eyes with her, and we stayed like that for seconds.~

My mouth watered with what she was doing to me.

I saw her blush deepen, and her lips were swollen.

I licked my lips, picturing how my tongue would work its way down her body, starting from that dirty mouth.

I felt a sudden pleasure when she couldn’t hold my gaze anymore.

She looked down at her hands, and I smirked in victory.

Two weeks in the Hamptons were too long.

It was inevitable.

One way or another, it was going to happen.

I was going to fuck Olivia Summer.