Billionaire and His Scheming Beauty

Chapter 53: This Man Can Really Restrain Himself, Huh?

Tough luck, he was facing in their direction, witnessing the 'curious' situation they were in.

"..."

Simon let go of her face and calmly strode towards Olivier.

"What a coincidence," Simon began. "I thought you didn't like hanging around here?"

Olivier's eyes were unfathomable, seemingly angry yet seemingly not. He glanced at Fleur behind

Simon.

"I remember that you hate it either," he said.

"That's why I said coincidence."

"I want to talk to her. Care to leave, Young Master Muller?"

"I want to talk to her too."

Olivier silently gazed at Fleur, soundlessly saying: Come here.

Fleur immediately went to him, hooking her arms around his waist and leaning into his chest. She eyed

Simon and gave a sly wink.

Simon had a bad feeling about this.

"See, I told you I wasn't lying last time. He's touched me again!"

...

Olivier lowered his gaze, eyes deep and foreboding.

"I swear I didn't touch him!" Fleur tiptoed, nose almost brushing against Olivier's chin. Her femininity

seemed to readily respond to his masculinity.

"Go in," Olivier said indifferently. He was unmoving, hands in his pocket until now.

"I'll wait for you inside then."

"Mm."

Fleur pouted. Olivier was still steely indifferent. She huffed in mild fuss and entered her office.

Only the two men were left in the quiet hallway. Their masculine aura seemed to quickly fill up space as

they stared at each other.

Their silent confrontation grew intense in seconds.

Neither spoke, only their eyes met, flashing with indiscernible emotion.

A minute later, Simon said, "You've only known each other for five days, yet you're already

that...familiar with her?"

"Simon." Olivier's voice was tinged with the steel of a knife. "I told you to leave her alone."

"Master Olivier." Though Simon smiled, his eyes were equally steely. "If you forget about Virginie and

marry her, I would never try my luck again. I wouldn't flirt with my friend's wife."

Only silence responded.

It stretched long in the corridor.

Though the lights lit the hallway up brightly, Olivier's expression was shady, unfathomably dark.

Simon smiled.

Olivier would not abandon a woman he'd taken care of for so long in such short notice.

......

When Fleur came out of the bathroom, Olivier was already at the meeting desk.

Only his lean, strong back was visible, clothed with his white shirt and outlining the fine lines of his

body.

In order for Olivier to not hear her, Fleur took off her heels and tiptoed along the office rug. She leapt

forward just before touching his back.

Pressed against his sturdy back, her hands went to his belt at his waist and unbuckled the strap.

"Olivier..." Fleur murmured softly.

Her wrist was gripped tightly the next moment, his dark eyes gazing into hers, sucking her in like some

interstellar vortex.

"Buckle it."

Fleur only then realised their great height difference without her heels on. She barely reached his chin

when tiptoed. She slipped a hand beneath his belt, touching the skin there.

"Kiss me." She leaned in.

"If you keep this up I'll have you use your mouth." Olivier glanced at her lips.

"..."

Fleur pouted, unwillingly buckling his belt back on. This man had some kind of fetish for sure, always

thinking about her mouth, she thought.

"Did you...come to pick me up from work?"

"Take your hand away." Though Olivier's voice was calm, one could still hear his restraint.

"Can't you hold me for a while?" Fleur said coquettishly.

"Isn't holding you to sleep enough? Sit down. I'm here to talk business."

His serious tone made Fleur want to kiss him all the more, but it was much fiercer than before.

This man can really restrain himself, huh?

......

Fleur sat at the desk, hands in front of her, eyes steadily forward. "What do you have in mind?" NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

Olivier's sweeping gaze fell on the black cap for a moment, instantly recognising it to be Simon's. He

saw a strand of long wavy hair in there too, apparent that Fleur had worn it as well.

"Master Olivier?" Fleur tried getting his attention. "What are you looking at? Let's discuss this business

you have and we can go home."

She propped her chin up on the tips of her fingers, gazing at him lovingly. "Ever since being able to

sleep in the same bed as you, I've been really expectant for our nights to come."

Olivier placed his hands on the armrests. "If you keep on spewing this nonsense I'm sending you to my

grandmother early."

Nonsense? Fleur was trying to be romantic here.

"Hand over all of the club's files. I'll review them while you're still here, so I can inspect this new project

ahead of time."

"..."

Fleur's smile did not falter. "Are you sure you can endure for another two days?"

"You've tried every trick you have and we're still here. Do you think you're the first to try me like this?"

"..."

Speechless, Fleur opened a cabinet and handed Olivier all the club's official records. It took him

minutes to skim through everything, truly showing just how experienced he was in this field.

She was the only owner and manager behind The Stunning Club...It seemed whoever was backing her

up was very secretive.

"Tell your manager: if you don't show up after two days, the club will be taken over by a new owner.

Keep these first, I'll have a lawyer come and deal with them afterwards."

He really was here for business.

He was so determined to get her club, too.

"If you don't think you can win, then sell it instead. Name your price," he said out of the blue.

Sell it? Would that not mean she had admitted defeat?

"You and your words. You'll cave in soon, Master Olivier. I'm a woman of my word, too. If I fail to

seduce you, I'll hand over the club by myself."

"Deal."

Fleur summoned Puvis, and let him now that Olivier would be the club's new owner if she did not come

back in two days.