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Christian: Very correct. A weekend getaway? I suppose I could manage that, I'll look into it. Eight is fine my dear. Shall I pick you up?
Olympia: Okay.
Olympia: You're asking now? No more orders? ;P
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TEXT || CHRISTIAN HART
Christian: Very correct. A weekend getaway? I suppose I could manage that, I'll look into it. Eight is fine my dear. Shall I pick you up?
Olympia: Okay.
Olympia: You're asking now? No more orders? ;P
TEXT || CHRISTIAN HART
Christian: Well perhaps in the emotional sense my dear, in actuality I'd say I'm anything but poor. Hmm exotic places you say? I'll consider going if I have no idiots to deal with at the time but dinner? I'm busy this afternoon but my evening is free darling.
Olympia: Of course, it's emotional and not practical. I mean, you're richer than Croesus.
Olympia: We can go on a weekend getaway. Maldives, maybe. Or Bora-Bora? You name it.
Olympia: I'll call for reservation tonight. 8 good?
TEXT || CHRISTIAN HART
Christian: Oh yes my dear very frustrated and drained, wish I actually had people whom who do simple tasks right. Oh miss me terribly? How very sweet, I'm sure you looked as beautiful as delicious in such a piece of clothing.
Olympia: My poor man :(
Olympia: Well, maybe the next time I'm going to exotic places, I'll take you with me ;)
Olympia: Are you too busy for dinner?
TEXT || CHRISTIAN HART
Christian: Of course I get tired of them but there's not much I can do and yes Edward can be an asshole, he decided to trash my museum and break a computer. He's a child though and you need not worry yourself over childish people Olympia. Jealous you say? Is not envy a great downfall my dear? And miss me? How long has it been since you have seen me? Do you crave me that much my dear?
Olympia: Trash? That's immature. I can't imagine how angry you were and how frustrated and exasperated you are everyday :( Wish I can make them all go away.
Olympia: Jealousy makes you blind, they said.
Olympia: I miss you terribly. I went to Fiji for a bikini shoot and boy, how I wish you were with me.
TEXT || CHRISTIAN HART
Christian: What else? Doing the work my idiot partners slacked off in. Must I always deal with the stupidity of the world? Not to mention all the damn gossip that I keep reading and it always seems to be focused around the same five individuals...Do you not find that peculiar?
Olympia: Again? Don't you ever get tired of them? I ran into one of your...friends, by the way. Something Verdi. He's rude.
Olympia: Gossips...yeah, I read. They're just jealous of you.
Olympia: I miss you, by the way.
TEXT || CHRISTIAN HART
Christian: Oh? And just where are you than?
Olympia: Just finished with my trainer. What are you doing?
TEXT || CHRISTIAN HART
Olympia: Hey, I'm back :)
Happy Valentine's Day!
It's Been Quite Some Time...
Christian rolled his eyes, caveman really? He was more handsome than that and rich. He didn’t pay with bones, he just made other pay with broken ones but he was pleased to know his eyes were the only ones that Olympia wanted on her. That’s the way he should be after all.
Her words were driving him further mad, God this woman. He let a frustrated growl out and bit down a little harder on the skin exposed to him before he heard those words that he hated and stopped and looked at her narrowed eyes “Well I would” He said, his voice somewhat monotone before he stood up.
Letting her fall back only to scoop her up in his arms, he said nothing just began walking down the hallway. Into his bedroom, he tossed her onto his oversized bed with silky red sheets and climbed on top of her “Don’t you ever say you didn’t deserve this” He said, leaning in to capture her lips again.
His hands creeping up her stomach and skin, such a thing caused tingling in his fingertips. He loved touching Olympia and hearing the noises that only he could make, she was already his in more than one way after all.
Olympia, once again, found herself quickly pressing her lips into a tight, thin line, stopping herself from saying anything more that would make Christian angry. She'd only seen him angry once, and she was very sure that she would do her best to make it her last time. She nodded and quickly scooted further into the bed, a smile, a rather nervous and tight one, was painting her face.
Then they kissed again, it was sweet and passionate at first, but then it quickly turned into this hot, heated and hungry kiss that she knew she would never get enough of. There will never be a thing such as enough of him. Olympia reached up and sneaked her fingers through his hair, smiling against his lips as they kissed.
Olympia slid her hand lower and started to unbutton Christian's expensive-looking shirt like her life was depended on it. Well, technically, it kinda was. Removing his shirt was no walk in a park when her eyes were closed and her mind clouded with passion and arousal. But she'd manage. Maybe she should just rip it all off, but she wouldn't. What if he got fed up? Oh, no, she didn't want that.
It's Been Quite Some Time...
Christian gave a laugh “Oh really and here I thought I could” He teased though he secretly loved the fact that Olympia claimed to be clingy to the things she liked “Well I’ll have to see if such words are true my dear” He responded before he rolled his eyes.
Keeping up appearances? Well he supposed he could understand that but he was more focused on running things from the inside so he rarely went out. Well he’d like to think so anyway “Let’s just hope no other men stare at you…Need I break their necks as well?” He questioned with some anger and he knew he would, he would kill anybody who looked at Olympia.
He was taken by surprise when he heard her gasp in pain and almost stopped if it weren’t for the fact she began to give soft moans. Once that sound reached his ears, he paused and swallowed hard. Trying to move around in hopes that those moans didn’t cause their usually reaction.
He tried to calm himself down but her words weren’t helping and he could already feel himself straining against the zipper of his pants and he let out a growl “You’re not helping” He mumbled, he had no time for this. Sure he wanted to take Olympia to his bedroom for some quality time but he didn’t want to get horny off of moans and words.
He tired to shift his position on the couch which was becoming increasingly difficult thanks to his…God they could make these pants a bit looser. He glanced down, trying to place his hand over himself but that didn’t help and so he shifted his legs before looking up at Olympia “Huh? Oh yes that’s wonderful” He responded with a smile though he had completely missed what Olympia had said.
He swallowed again when her hand came to rest on his thigh and he felt himself twitch, dammit this woman wasn’t helping at all. He should just take her now…Though he was one to force things…Olympia was different and damn it all because she was.
He gave another chuckle “Oh? In between what?” He questioned as if wanting to gather some information, he didn’t want to know that she had only thought of him because of Aiden…If he ever found that bastard. His face twisted with anger for a moment before Olympia’s hand came and turned his head.
Uh fuck…Christian caught himself staring into those eyes…Fuck what those eyes did to him. He stood still but his hands somehow made their way to her sides and than to her hair as she leaned in for a kiss. Christian nearly let out a moan of his own, being excited and being touched, kissed. Everything was driving him mad by this point and the fact that he was slightly possibly drunk didn’t help.
But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t enjoy himself, he moved his hands back down and spread his legs. Letting Olympia into his lap and his kiss grew more aggressive until.he broke the kiss and slid his tongue down her neck, playfully nipping at her skin but not making any marks “Perhaps I could return the favor of you teasing me all these years” He noted, letting his fingers slid up the center of her back. .
Olympia laughed when Christian mentioned breaking some men's necks. She was surprised with this side of Christian. The possessive, handsome, and powerful man. "How very caveman of you, Mr. Hart," she shook her head. "Nope, I don't think it's necessary. Especially, when you're actually the only man I wanted to look at me." she smiled, somehow the idea became very good to her. His cavemanish gesture was appealing, but she didn't want people to start suing him simply because he was angry that they were looking at his girl. His girl. God, did Olympia love the sound of that.
The blonde smiled in amusement. It was clear that he was struggling to concentrate and listen to what she said, although failing terribly. "You know... in between the breakfasts, tea times, dinners, showers and most importantly," she leaned in and whispered to him. "In between the sheets."
Olympia smiled against his lips when she heard him moan in delight, but struggling to stay calm and composed, just as he always was. She was delighted to know that she, Olympia Trenton, was the one who's able to bring out the playful side of the megalomaniac CEO, who rarely smiled and was always quiet and cold. Olympia breathed into his mouth and she could taste him—the liquor he had a few moments ago and him. A perfect combination. She gasped and then tilted her blonde-haired head back when Christian started to plant kisses down her neck and she could clearly feel his arousal pressing against her. "I'd really rather not, baby." she breathed.
It's Been Quite Some Time...
Christian raised his eyebrows when he was called Mr.Hart, strangely he liked the sound of it especially coming from Olympia but he gave a laugh. Olympia possessive? “Well we shall see about that won’t we?” He said with yet another smirk though it quickly faded when she spoke of not refusing him again.
He almost scoffed but instead said nothing, no reply was worst than an actual one and he was frustrated enough with her nonsense. He looked surprised by her laughter though, it was a rare noise to his eyes since he himself rarely laughed. Chuckles perhaps but never really laughed.
"I’m sure you are" He said simply not really taking kindly to any sort of apology though he simply shook his head as she partly blamed her shoes "Well don’t wear them than" He suggested though it sounded more like a demand than anything.
However he did show enough concern to slide off the couch and onto his knees, grabbing one of her ankles and examining it. He massaged it lightly and let out a sigh “Continued delays” He mumbled but none the less went to get up and walked over to the mini bar and poured another drink.
"Here…At least you don’t feel the pain if the alcohol takes effect" He nearly shoved the glass into her hands and took another seat "So where have you been other than running away from me?" He tried to contain the fact he wanted to bring up Aiden again but that man would be dead to him soon anyway.
The blonde smiled warmly at Christian and nodded. "That, we will. And don't worry, you won't be able to get rid of Olympia Trenton that quickly. I'm a little clingy when it comes to the things I—" The things I love. "like."
"Well, I'll wear them less often, but I'd have to wear it sometimes. Need to keep up my appearances." Olympia winced when he started to massage her foot, the pain stung but quickly disappeared after his touch. It wasn't broken, thank heavens. Her little gasps of pain turned into little and soft moans and she closed her eyes as she savored the feeling of his touch on her. Boy, the man can definitely make a woman feels so good, she thought to herself. "You know, if wearing those heels means I'm getting this treatment from you, I'll wear it more often. Maybe in the shower or when I'm cooking." Or when you do me on your desk in your office or maybe against the wall, she wanted to say and giggled.
Olympia sipped the drink from Christian's expensive crystal glass before she set it on the table beside the couch. "Well, I visited my parents. My father was sick and it's been at least two months since I last visited them and my mother's birthday was last week, so I thought I'd go and celebrate with them. I missed them." Olympia moved closer to Christian and rested her hand on his thigh. "And, I was waiting for you to make your move again. I thought about you a lot." she told him the truth as she reached up and titled his face so he was looking right into her eyes. "My leg's fine now. So, no more of that. Delays sucked." she said, leaning in and finally pressed her lips against his.
It's Been Quite Some Time...
Christian smiled down at her, of course he was possessive. He took what he saw and what he saw was his. It was as simple as that. Still he gave a small chuckle “I am possessive over things that are mine” He paused a moment as if in thought “That includes you” The smile never left his face as he spoke such words, why? Because it made him happy to know Olympia knew she was his.
He tilted his head back and closed his eyes a moment as her hand ran through his hair, oh how he loved that though he refocused his attention once the hand left his hair and glanced down at her. Slightly tempted to do more when she laid his hand over her heart but he could feel the beat of it. It was somewhat speedy but even in rhythm.
At the mention of a team, Olympia sparked his interest “Team?” He questioned before giving another chuckle “The team I have now seems quite dysfunctional but I could use some…” He free hand moved down the side of her body “Female company” He finished with a smirk before it quickly faded “After refusing me so many times, my faith is quite worn by you Olympia” He whispered her name and it was honey on his lips.
He glanced down when she mentioned her ankle “What did you do?” He said with some frustration, the last thing he needed was more delays but still he took pity and wrapped his arm around her shoulder “Very well come” He said, guiding her to the rather large leather couch in the center of the room.
He took a seat himself and sighed “Did you injure yourself for the ten seconds I was away?” He hated clumsy people, he didn’t need them. He needed loyal and committed people around him but he would make an exception of Olympia just this once.
"I'm possessive over things that are mine. That includes you." So she was his, then. The fact that she was, made her smile. Christian did truly want her. And she was glad because she wanted him too. Just as much, maybe even a little too much. Olympia loved how warm Christian felt against her. It was even warmer than the fire during the winter.
Dysfunctional was the word he used to describe his team. "Then a female company you shall have. One thing about me before we go further, Mr. Hart, is that I'm almost as possessive as you are. I don't share well so when you said you could use a female company—that female had better been me." she joked a little but at the same time, meant what she said. "I'm sorry," she whispered when he told her that and realized that she had been refusing him for much too long than she'd planned to. "I won't refuse you again. I promise."
Olympia pouted a little and then laughed. "Your rage shocked me and threw me off balance, I guess. My legs were wobbly so when I was going to turn away and ran, I stumbled and sprained my ankles and thanks to these," she said as she looked down at her Manolos. "I might've a broken ankles right now." She said in between laughs as she walked with him to the leather couch and sat down before removing her shoes.
It's Been Quite Some Time...
Christian growled though welcomed the fact that Olympia rested herself against his chest, it was no surprise that Christian wasn’t exactly one for welcoming affection much less showing it but he did know that he wanted Olympia.
He glanced down her, raising his eyebrow “Oh?” He questioned, bringing his hand up to press into her hair. He kept a firm expression on though as he listened on until his eyes flashed anger “I’ll fucking break his neck if he so much as looks at you” He threatened, his voice dark and almost as if the devil himself was speaking through it.
He wouldn’t allow Aiden to get near her, never. Nobody would ever come near her.
He was taken by surprise when her hand came to rest on her cheek and he almost froze though he scowled at her words “And how do I know that to be true if you continue to play with me?” He questioned, taking her hand in his own and leaned closer.
"If you stay tonight perhaps I know where you truly lie"
After all he had to know she wasn’t just fooling around, if she truly wanted him than she’d stay correct? If not, he’d make her.
Olympia could feel his eyes on her and she felt her heart fluttered in her chest and butterflies in her stomach when she felt him sneak his fingers through her silky blonde hair. She felt home. The fear of uncertainty filled her, but his presence decreased the feeling, slowly, bit by tiny bit.
"I'll break his fucking neck if he so much as looks at you, " he said and Olympia could feel goosebumps creeping on the back of her neck. But she knew that she didn't care. He might as well kill Aidan and she wouldn't have cared. She was smiling and she didn't even realize that. "I'm sure you will. Has anyone ever told you that you're kind of a possessive megalomaniac?" she joked, and was silently thanking God that he was a very possessive man.
Her hand snaked into his hair as she looked up at him, a smile painted on her face. “And how do I know that to be true if you continue to play with me?” she heard her say and smiled. Olympia took his hand and pressed it against her beating heart. "Everything's a game, Christian. Life's a game that we simply have to play. I was playing it alone and against you. But now, now we play it together. As a team." she kept his hand there and rested hers over his. "Have faith in me. Of all these luxuries you have, expensive cars, tall buildings and millions of money, I only need one right now and that is your faith."
"I'll stay," she said. "But do you mind if I sit down, my ankles are killing me."
It's Been Quite Some Time...
Christian narrowed his eyes at her and stomped over the elevator, slamming his fist against it. The sound echoing as he let out a growl “Why must you continue to play cat and mouse with me? Am I nothing to you!?” He shouted, wasting no time and latching out and grabbing her arm to pull her out of the elevator.
His held her in place and glanced her over always enjoying the sight of her body “Perhaps if you promised to behave and not say stupid things I would allow you to stay with me” He said, letting the anger fall from his voice.he took a breath, feeling the urge to have a cigarette as his eyes continued to piece at Olympia.
"Who do you want more or him? Or do you like to play cat and mouse all the time?!" He demanded, letting his voice grow louder again "Are you mine or not?!" He screamed, though he wasn’t exactly verbal with his feelings Olympia knew damn well how much he wanted her.
He cupped her chin and forced her head up “Or am I not enough for you is that it? Women fall at my feet and yet you continue to refuse me for Aiden? Such filth” He hissed, trying not to grow anger any further through it was clear he liked repeating himself.
His eyes just continued to stare down at her, waiting for an answer for what seemed to be patiently.
Olympia unconsciously swallowed loudly, she was scared, nervous, but happy that he actually went and chase her. "I'm not—" she said as she shook her hand in disagreement, trying to say more but her dry throat was not allowing it and she had to snap her gaping mouth shut. Christian was never nothing to her. Well, before she met him, yes. Before he showed interest in her and such; but now... now he was more than just something to her. Olympia chewed on her lower lip again and cried out when he pulled her out of the elevator and up against him. The pain on her ankle came back and he had to press her face against Christian's muscular chest to stop her from crying.
"I don't want him," she answered, looking up at him, softly this time. It was the truth. her feelings for Aidan had long gone along with the memories they shared. Olympia barely thought about him anymore—almost never. "You know that he and I are over, Christian. I—it's really over. He still is running around, trying to get me back, and he can try, but I won't ever give in. I'm...I don't have feelings for him. Not anymore. It's all over. You know that." she told him, her voice was almost a whisper. The blonde then raised one hand and rested it against the man's cheek. "You are more than enough for me. It's you, Christian. I...it's you I want. Not Aidan or Brad Pitt or some other men. They're all just faceless men to me."
It's Been Quite Some Time...
Christian paused for a moment, should he feel bad for what he did? Nonsense, Olypmia continued to play games. Her words were like honey to him and he eagerly ate them but in the end it always turned out the same. She just played games and yet he let her because he wanted her.
Edward’s earlier words came to mind, why did he allow her to do this?
Was he possessive?
Did he have Olympia already?
His drink shook in his hand and he found himself growing more angry and in a sudden movement throw the glass. Hearing it shatter against the wall, did he not say he wouldn’t allow her to play games?
"OLYMPIA!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing throughout the room and it sounded angry, almost evil in fact but he didn’t care. He stomped away from his shattered drink once again to begin to look for her.
Was he too harsh to her? NO. She played games. He had to remember that and yet he seemed to be the one chasing after all, this shouldn’t be. He let out a growl and screamed her name again.
If she was still here, he’d be sure to make sure she understood that she was his and if not, he’d make her come back one way or another. But should he even try?
He stopped and stood there with his hands folded into fists, what was the point in all this cat and mouse?
Olympia became more and more terrified when she heard the sound of glass crashing against the wall and his angry voice calling out at her name. She wanted, so badly, to know what happened, but at the same time, she was worried and scared. What if he ended up hurting her again? The terrified girl entered the elevator and with sweaty palms, pushing on the button to make the door closed faster.
Her mind and heart were clouded with mixed emotions and mixed feelings and all those mixed up stuff confused the blonde. She then heard his footsteps and felt her own body stiffened. Then his voice, again, started calling her name. What should I do? Oh, God, what should I do? she asked herself. Why wouldn't the elevator door close and let her leave? Then she realized that she was pressing on hold the door button instead of close. Must be because of her nervousness.
She was going to move her finger and actually press the right button but there he was, looking ever-so-gorgeous, staring at her. And Olympia pressed harder on the hold button and the two stared at each other for the longest time.
"Christian.." she said softly.
It's Been Quite Some Time...
Christian couldn’t help but laugh at Olympia’s defense “That’s not what you said before” He stated,giving a smirk as he glanced down at her. He did enjoy the sight of her eyes looking at him, Olympia had the most beautiful eyes in his opinion.
He leaned down to press another kiss to her neck but suddenly paused when he heard that word. It brought back memories but all Christian felt was anger and his grip grew even tighter.
A growl escaped his mouth and he pushed her away “FINE!” He shouted “I knew you were just playing games! GET OUT!” He screamed, his knuckles cracking “That’s all you ever do, I do not know why I continue to allow your shit” He spit the last words and turned to go back to his drink.
His anger was fuming and his face must be red by now but instead of pouring another glass of vodka, he decided to go with something a little stronger “That’s all you ever do” He repeated under his breath, perhaps Edward was right.
Why did he waste his time with this woman?
Olympia gasped when she heard what she'd said and she regretted it the second the word left her mouth. His rough voice startled her. She stepped back too fast and she fell, ass first on the floor. With both her hands, she tried to stand back up, only to fall back down with a loud cry when she felt the pain around her left ankle. It seemed she broke her ankle when she fell down, thanks to her Manolos. Her trembling hands immediately went to her aching ankle, trying to massage the pain off of her. When the pain didn't stop, Olympia braced herself and put her hands on the ottoman, and—with the strength she barely had—lifted herself back up. With only one healthy leg, she walked to where she left her purse, picked it up, and walked slowly towards the elevator at the end of the foyer.
The blonde pressed the call button of the elevator and leaned against the wall, she pressed one trembling hand against her lips, biting the inside of her fingers and sobbed quietly, both in pain and loss. She'd never imagined that Aidan, of all people, would be right about her taste in men. She constantly fall in love (or think she is) with men who hurt her. She thought Christian would be different; that he'd love her without having to hurt her; both emotionally and physically. That he'd love her unconditionally—like she loved him.
The elevator was taking so long, and it gave the sobbing blonde some time to think about what she'd do next. First, she'd go home and call the doctor to check on her leg after she put an icepack over it. Solutions for her leg—physical—pain, discovered. But what about her broken heart? An icepack surely would not be able to cure it. Hell, no doctor could ever cure a broken heart. Before she thought of what she'd do about it longer, the elevator ding-ed and the double doors slid open. Olympia did not know what to feel about leaving the apartment, leaving Christian. Happy, relieved? or disappointed and devastated?
OLYMPIA TRENTON AND CHRISTIAN HART: THE START OF A NEW (FAIRYTALE) ROMANCE?
Olympia Trenton and Christian Hart are rumored to be more than friends. The two attended the launch party of the latest product of Vertu at St. Regis Hotel in New York last night (Sunday, 2/1/15). “They showed up together and most definitely left together.” an insider told us.