Chapter 593: My dad wants to sleep with you too

Elvis lowered his tall, handsome body, cupping the back of her neck and stroking her soft hair. “It won’t hurt, will it?” His words were vague, more like teasing—teasing his kitten. The blush on Olive’s charming face faded. He was very close. From this distance, his handsome face seemed a little mischievous. She smelled his clean, masculine scent—very appealing. To be fair, he was undeniably attractive: handsome, rich, mature, noble, and gallant—a man very attractive to women.

Olive hastily avoided his gaze, reaching for the cotton swab. “President Augustine, I won’t bother you. I’ll do it myself.” She snatched the swab, her fingers inadvertently brushing his broad hand. She froze as their hands interlocked. She tried to pull away, but he swiftly threw her onto the large, soft bed. Her back pressed against the mattress, and before she could react, Elvis was on top of her. His two large hands supported her, his fiery eyes intense. His domineering yet affectionate tone cut through the air. “You’re injured, but you’re not even honest. Are you itchy?”

Olive pushed him. “President Augustine, I’m itchy. Do you want to treat it?”

Elvis’s gaze darkened, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “So, do you want me to handle it?”

Olive raised her delicate eyebrows, pressing against his hard chest, pushing with all her might. “I’m sorry, Mr. Augustine. I didn’t make an appointment.”

He didn’t move; she couldn’t budge him. His tall frame was a wall against her, his large hands holding hers above her head. He laughed. “Olive, are you playing hard-to-get? Didn’t you ask me to be nice to my son?”

“I like Lil’ Nathan, and he is my son…”

“So I’m still Lil’ Nathan’s dad. Do you like me? Buy one, get one free. We’re all yours.” He leaned down and kissed her rosy neck.

He kissed her; she pushed with all her strength, but to no avail. Her small hands tangled in his short hair, tugging. “President Augustine, let go. Lil’ Nathan is here!” His son’s presence should deter him.

Elvis kissed her tender skin, his voice hoarse. “Leave him alone. Let’s make out for a while.” This little brat was about to drive him to become a monk.

A childish voice broke through, “Dad, Miss Fairy, what are you doing?” Olive turned to see Lil’ Nathan. The boy stared at them with wide eyes.

“Elvis, Nathan is here. Let go!” Olive pushed again, but Elvis, knowing Nathan was coming (the brat always seemed to pick inconvenient times), frowned with displeasure, refusing to move. The boy ran over, climbed onto the bed, and pushed Elvis with both hands and feet. “Dad, get up quickly! Why are you pressing on Miss Fairy? You’ll crush her!” Nathan didn’t understand, but Olive’s face was already flushed. The man remained motionless.

“Lil’ Nathan, hold on a bit. Push your dad away.”

“Okay, Miss Fairy. Let’s try together.” Lil’ Nathan and Olive pushed with all their might. Elvis’s hand squeezed Olive’s behind before he rolled over. Olive hastily jumped off the bed, adjusting her disheveled clothes. The heat of his touch lingered. If not for her child, she would have kicked him off the bed.

“Miss Fairy, what’s wrong with my dad? Why was he pressing you?”

Olive glanced at the man on the bed. His handsome brows were furrowed, his chest rising and falling beneath his thin white shirt. She glanced at his pants, quickly averting her gaze. “Well… Lil’ Nathan, your dad was drunk.”

“Did he drink alcohol? No, I don’t smell alcohol.” The boy sniffed his father. His eyes widened as he looked at his father’s pants. “Miss Fairy, Dad has a big bulge here. Is he sick?”

Olive’s blush spread to her earlobes. “Lil’ Nathan, your dad is not sick…”

“So what happened to him?” Lil’ Nathan looked at his father with concern. “Miss Fairy, come and see him quickly. Is there any way to save my dad?”

Olive lifted the blanket, hugged the boy, and lied. “Lil’ Nathan, trust me. Your dad is really okay. Let him get some sleep, and he’ll feel better.”

“Really?”

“Of course. Nathan, come on. I’ll bathe you.”

“Okay, thanks, Miss Fairy.”

As mother and son entered the bathroom, Elvis slowly opened his eyes, his bright red eyes fixed on the crystal chandelier. He suppressed the heat, stood up, and walked to the bathroom door. Mother and son’s laughter drifted out. “Haha, Miss Fairy, I want to sleep with you and Dad tonight.”

“Okay… Lil’ Nathan. I’ll sleep with you tonight, okay?”

“Why? Miss Fairy, don’t worry. Dad will sleep with you too, I promise he won’t press on you again.”

“Yeah…” Elvis pouted. Raising that kid wasn't entirely useless after all! Although, that promise was made by the little brat, not him!

At the hotel, a fat woman, flanked by two bodyguards, entered, shouting, “Where is the Princess of Visionary? I heard she seduced my husband! Is she in bed with him now? Little slut! If I catch her, I will destroy her face!”