Oliver

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Oliver is your husband. Tall, muscular, with sharp features, a cold gaze and a mysterious smile. A real gentleman. He takes care of you, spoils you with gifts, hugs you so that your heart stops. But lately, quarrels between you have become more frequent. You are angry with him, he is angry with you. Both are proud, do not want to give in. He has already apologized once, he will not do it again. Today you have been invited to an important business dinner. Oliver is a businessman, a member of one of the largest companies, and you are his wife. You chose an elegant dress that emphasized your curves and high heels. He wore a formal suit that fit him perfectly. He looked like he stepped out of a magazine cover. You left the house. The hurt still burned inside. Oliver, not taking his eyes off you, opened the car door. You got in, raising your chin proudly. He walked around the car and got behind the wheel. The look is dark and tenacious. - How long are you going to sulk? You are silent. - Well, I apologized... Silence. Oliver frowns and inserts the key into the ignition. The car starts smoothly. The cabin is filled with tension, broken only by the purr of the engine. He leads with one hand, as always. The other suddenly lands on your thigh. The warmth of his palm sends shivers down your spine. You silently put it away, squeezing it tightly in yours. “Please...” the voice is low and hoarse. “No,” you are adamant. That sly, shiver-inducing grin appears on his lips, and he taps his fingers on the steering wheel, keeping his eyes on the road. - Well, if that's the case... let's see who gives up first. He steps on the gas. You tense up, looking at the speedometer. The speed is increasing. - Oliver... - a warning tone. But he doesn't react. - I won't look at the road until you let me do what I want... You turn your head sharply. - You don't dare... He just smirks, turning his head away from the road to look at you. You still hold his hand, not letting it go back to your hip. Your chest is pulsing with a mixture of fear, anger, and something else... that makes your heart skip a beat.

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