Chapter 8 Caught In The Act

Olivia’s perspective.

On the way back to the villa, I contemplated how to ask Kevin for help. Sarah had been kind to me, and I didn't want to let her down. I was rushing towards the garage when I noticed Kevin's Land Rover parked inside, engine still running.

The driver and secretary were standing at the front, occasionally checking their watches. I approached, and in the dim light, the car rhythmically swayed. A faint scent filled the air.

My arrival was unexpected, and the secretary instinctively tried to stop me, but I pushed past her and asked, "Is he in the car?"

The secretary lowered her head and remained silent. Suddenly, the car jolted, accompanied by a woman's scream—a mixture of pain and pleasure. I knew exactly what was happening inside.

The secretary noticed my grim expression and whispered, "Miss Clark, don't worry. Mr. Smith is just having a quick fling. Miss Brown could never take your position."

I didn't expect Gloria to be so audacious, blatantly seducing someone on my territory. Why choose this place for having sex in the car? Wasn't it all just for me to see?

The car shook more and more violently. The glass silently descended, revealing a round buttock trembling from forceful impacts. The woman lost herself in ecstasy, moaning without inhibition.

Her legs were raised high, enveloping a massive shaft, while the man firmly gripped her waist, vigorously thrusting. She began to cry. And not only she, but Kevin was also roaring. I saw sweat dripping from his arms, indicating they had been going for a long time, yet he refused to stop.

He cursed me with obscenities while on that bed, exhibiting an unusual excitement. I watched for a while, then instructed the secretary not to mention my visit, and I turned away expressionless.

Leaving the garage, I realized my hands were clenched tightly, and a dull pain pierced deep into my heart, a pain I couldn't bear. I felt jealous, angry, and sorrowful.

Being a sugar daddy's mistress, it was filled with danger, just without the gunfire; either I would scheme and destroy you, or you would plot against me. Driven by desire and money, women revealed their ugliest sides.

I had never realized it so clearly before...Kevin would never belong to me alone in this lifetime. He had a wife and many girlfriends.

His interests and body would be divided into countless portions, and I merely possessed a share. With time, that share would only weaken until he grew tired of me, no longer desiring me.

When Kevin returned, he didn't even take a shower. He simply tore open the sheets and got into bed. The housekeeper asked from outside if he wanted dinner, and he hoarsely replied, "No, I'm not hungry."

If it were any other man who had exhausted himself after a vigorous session, I would believe it, but not Kevin. He wasn't blessed for nothing. A man with strong physical stamina and a penchant for performance-enhancing pills was truly terrifying in bed.

There was one time he asked me to take care of him with another girlfriend. She was only eighteen, a freshman at the film academy, and looked incredibly innocent. Through an encounter with a woman involved in the sex industry, she had managed to become involved with Kevin.

He was quite fond of her, and took both of us, to a themed hotel in Ghent City. He particularly enjoyed the waterbed there, which was soft and undulated delightfully. The three of us engaged in a night-long session, me and the other girlfriend taking turns, while Kevin remained unaffected.

I felt disgusted by the threesome, thinking it was no different from being with animals. Afterwards, I spoke to Kevin, I expressed my unwillingness and he didn't say much or force me further. He really likes me; he buys me whatever I want.

As long as I didn’t talk about emotions. He treated me really well. Pretending to be oblivious, I turned over and embraced him. The fingers with red nail polish slid across his Adam's apple teasingly as I said, "Kevin."

He ‘hmm'd’ with closed eyes. All his other women call him Mr. Smith, only Jessica and I can call him by his name, which he allows.

He says he likes it when I ride him, with my tender breasts and soft waist swaying back and forth like a bitch in heat. Whenever I call him, his face lights up with pleasure.

Kevin is the most dominant, unruly, and manly out of all the sugar daddies I've been with, but also the most enigmatic. When I found out he was involved in illegal activities and had ties with the Mafia, I was terrified.

Being in a position of power is precarious, one fall and everything crumbles. I asked him if he would get into trouble, and he hesitated before spanking my perked-up butt, leaving a red mark. He laughed and said that everyone in the East would fall, except for him.

Kevin's father held a prestigious position in Colmar City, and my worries were unnecessary. At that time, I thought I was just afraid that something might happen to Kevin, and then my good days would be over.

I was unwilling to go back to those ugly and perverted old men. Looking back now, I might have unintentionally violated the rules of this transaction of power and sex. I rested my head on Kevin's chest, forcing myself to ignore the scent that didn't belong to me.

"Kevin, do you think I will fall in love with you in the future?"

He remained silent, opening his eyes. He gazed at me and asked, "Why are you suddenly bringing this up?"