



Chapter 2 Annoy Kevin.
Olivia’s perspective.
I teased Kevin and ordered the secretary to leave. Once the secretary left, he couldn't resist and kissed me passionately, holding me tightly as we rolled into the guest room.
Kevin was a good-looking man. There were very few legitimate businessmen who are good-looking; most are ugly and bald, but he wasn't.
I was particularly fascinated by the muscles on his chest that swelled intensely, drop by drop of sweat falling. As I looked at him, I couldn’t help but notice how seductive he was, or how he oozed sex appeal.
He was infatuated with my breasts. I remember when I, and seven other girls, sought refuge with Sarah. She made us stand naked in a row, and when she saw my breasts, she said they were like precious treasures—water droplet-shaped and full and firm.
Kevin had been with many women. He was intensely possessive, not only enjoying conquering their bodies, but also their hearts. I always gave my all to him, to show him that I love him.
Afterward, he leaned against the headboard and smoked a cigarette. I was about to put on my clothes, when he grabbed my wrist, and his gaze fell upon what was flowing between my legs.
His eyes turned cold and filled with a warning. I immediately understood, opened the drawer, and took out contraceptive pills, swallowing them without even drinking water.
These men, with power and influence, didn't want to have illegitimate children to tarnish their reputation. There are some women, in this circle, who don't understand the rules. They try to get pregnant, to gain leverage, and end up angering the other party's wife.
It always ended badly. There were vicious fights, some losing the opportunity to have more children. Then they turn to the stage and abandon their child.
Kevin's ex-wife had always wanted to remarry him, and he agreed. While this was a critical moment, there was no way that I wanted to invite trouble.
In the middle of the night, we made love again, both of us exhausted. We slept until noon the next day, when a phone call from his secretary woke us up, saying that Miss Brown refused to eat and had been waiting for him to return.
He looked a bit displeased. I obediently knelt behind him and massaged his back. In order to take good care of him, I had specially learned massage techniques from a skilled practitioner.
Kevin was enjoying my hands on him, after a few seconds of silence, he told the secretary to handle it.
In the evening, Kevin finished work at the prosecutor's office and took me to the Moon Club. There was a man in a leather jacket sitting in the VIP room. I knew him, his name was Luke. He commanded a certain degree of respect in the underworld.
Kevin was not just a playboy indulging in food, drink, and gambling. His ambition was no less than his father's. He had two distinct identities. In this area, if he didn't have some control over the dark forces, he wouldn’t be as wealthy as he was.
When Luke saw us enter, he stood up respectfully and greeted Kevin, while I smiled. After we all sat down, Luke handed Kevin a glass of whisky.
I ordered a cigarette and said, "Damn it, Rowan was doing well in New Jersey, why did he come back?"
Kevin released his collar, blew out a smoke ring, and casually said, "There's an underground casino in New York, and it's run by Rowan."
Luke frowned, "He has quite an appetite. So, he wants to take over the entire East?"
"It's not just that." He flicked the ash into the ashtray and continued, "Whatever business I do, he steals it from me, and goes against me."
Luke fell silent for a moment, then raised his hand to pour him a drink, and said with a smile, "Kevin, don't mess with our shipment. If anything goes wrong with it, your career will be ruined."
I glanced at Kevin, he appeared serious but didn't say anything. I deliberately spilled some of the alcohol on the table, staining my skirt, and stood up to go to the restroom.
He was cautious when I was around. His private identity couldn't be exposed, and I, being a dancer from a modest background, could cause trouble if I knew too much.