Fated To Not Just One, But Three Novel - Chapter 137

137 Tell Me 137 Tell Me Olivia's POV "Now no one is here. Don't you think you should fulfill your dare?" Lennox challenged, his green eyes filled with lust and hunger for me. I could tell he was intoxicated by the whiskey, but I could also see the desire for me in his eyes, and he was doing his best not to lose control. "Why are you silent? Are you chickening out?" he challenged with an annoying smirk on his face, which I found very irritating. My frown deepened.

"I'm a woman." 1 Lennox scoffed. "Of course you are. But you didn't remember that when you let me kiss you, did you?" he taunted. I frowned and folded my arms, glaring at him. But Lennox wasn't finished. "Either you complete your dare and no one hears a word about this… or I call Gabriel and tell him his precious wife let me kiss her- and liked it." He smirked. 1/11 187 Tall Me I frowned deeper, scoffing inwardly. Was he really threatening me?

For a second, I considered telling him to fuck off. Let him call Gabriel. However, that would look suspicious. I was supposed to be scared of his threat, And if I didn't play along, Lennox might suspect. "So?" Lennox drawled, holding up his phone like a weapon. "Are you in… or not?" My wolf purred with desire in the back of my mind, while Lennox's gaze bore into mine, daring me to back down. But I didn't.

Instead, I slid my hands down his chest, feeling the hard lines of his muscles beneath my fingertips. He watched my every move, his chest rising and falling as if he were trying to control the storm brewing inside him. "You're a bastard!" I muttered, as I let my hands linger just above his waistband. Lennox smirked, his green eyes darkening.

"I know, DR-45 2/11 137 Tell Me the question is, are you chickening out?" The challenge in his voice sparked something in me, a need to push back, to prove I could match his intensity. So Slowly, I sank to my knees before him, my heart racing in anticipation. His breath hitched, and I noticed the way his hands clenched into fists at his sides, as though he were trying to maintain control. But I wasn't going to make it easy for him.