Chapter 516: Buy Me a Condom

What was he doing? Olive clearly didn't want intimacy, yet he kissed her fiercely. Elvis felt his dignity trampled once more. His chest heaved, and he hoarsely shouted, "Get out!"

Olive blinked, dazed. Why the sudden change of heart? Elvis seized her arm, roughly lifting her from the desk and throwing her onto the carpet. She landed hard, feeling a sharp pain in her backside. Elvis swiftly fastened his belt, regaining his composure. Expressionlessly, he pulled out a tissue and meticulously wiped his lips. Reaching her feet, he sneered, "You're dirty!"

Olive's eyes widened. She understood. He thought she was dirty. He'd kissed her, then wiped his mouth. She stared at the crumpled tissue at her feet—a pathetic reflection of her pride. Quickly adjusting her black dress, she stood, wanting to leave. But the presidential suite door swung open, revealing Hazel. Her delicate voice cut through the silence, "Mr. Augustine, I've been waiting."

Olive watched, stunned, as Hazel entered. Showered and wearing a red silk dress, Hazel's beauty was undeniable. Her voice, Elvis's fantasy, was now a stark contrast to the situation.

Hazel's surprised gaze quickly shifted to Elvis's side. "Why is she here?" she demanded.

Olive looked at Elvis. If Hazel was already waiting, why had he brought her here? Elvis, however, simply wrapped an arm around Hazel's waist, openly flirting.

Olive turned to leave, but Elvis called out, "Stop!"

Taking a deep breath, she faced him. "Mr. Augustine, what further orders do you have? May I take my leave?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Of course. But first, you must do one thing for me." Olive braced herself. "What is it, sir?"

"As you can see, I'll be… entertaining Hazel shortly. I lack protection, so please fetch two packs of condoms from the front desk."

Hazel whispered audibly, "Oh, Mr. Augustine, you're so naughty. Two packs?"

Elvis caressed Hazel's hair. Olive was frozen. He actually wanted her to buy condoms? A sharp pain pierced her heart. Elvis's narrowed eyes held an indifferent gaze. The pain she'd inflicted years ago was returning, and this was only the beginning. "What are you waiting for? Get them!"

She left the suite in a daze.

At the Emperor's Clubhouse front desk, the staff were ready to cater to Elvis's every whim, yet he insisted on her personal errand. "Hello, I need two packs of condoms," she said softly.

The attendant, accustomed to such requests, pointed to a display. "What size?"

Olive's face flushed slightly. "The largest," she replied.

The attendant's eyes brightened as she handed over the condoms. Olive climbed back to the suite, carrying the condoms—a first in her life.

Hazel sat at the vanity mirror, Elvis showering. Seeing Olive, she smiled smugly. "Trying to seduce President Augustine? He doesn't even look at you. I feel sorry for you."

Olive responded coldly, "Save your pity. You'll need it."

"What do you mean?" Hazel pressed.

"Elvis never sleeps with the same woman twice. Tonight is your first and last," Olive stated cruelly.

Hazel froze. Olive continued, "He changes women like clothes. You're today's favorite; tomorrow, you'll be discarded."

"How dare you!" Hazel's face contorted with fury.

Olive placed the condoms on the bed. "If you don't sleep with him tonight, these will remain unused. He'll use them with someone else."

Olive left. The bathroom door opened.