Billionaire and His Scheming Beauty

Chapter 40: How Quick A Temper He Had!

At 6.30 AM, Olivier returned to the villa after his morning exercise routine. The sound of utensils

clanging and things bumping into one another came from the kitchen. Olivier could easily tell whoever it

was was just a beginner in cooking.

Fleur was still in her shower robe, wavy hair tied into a loose bun which revealed her dainty pale neck.

She was carefully frying an egg, flipping it over to its other side. The moment she checked on it with her

spatula, yolk splattered outwards.

Nearly half a dozen deflated looking fried eggs sat in the trash bin beside her.

Olivier walked over and said sullenly, "Where's Camille?"

Fleur turned around in surprise, eyes catching on his toned muscles beneath his white sweatshirt.

"Camille is on leave today, so I'll make us breakfast."

The egg burnt as she spoke.

Fleur wrinkled her nose and tossed it in the trash.

"Fleur Leroy!" The two words blew like a frosty wind. "If you can't cook no one's asking you to! Who are

you planning to poison with your food?!"

Fleur did not seemingly react to his outburst, merely waved his injured hand around as if to say: "I'm

still injured you know. Can you speak softer? Do you really want the neighbours to know you're

scolding me? It'll be a joke to them."

Olivier's head throbbed angrily. "Pack up your things and leave!"

He turned around to go.

"Olivier Martinez!" She addressed him sternly.

Olivier stopped in his tracks and turned around. Fleur had her arms crossed around her chest. The

robe was loose with no sash in sight, which easily revealed her lack of an...undercarriage.

She sounded angry.

His glance diminished her anger somewhat. She walked over to Olivier, 170 cm in height yet still much

shorter than the man. She had a keen skill of switching to a soft feminine persona under any

circumstance.

Her voice was clear and lyrical as she huffed, "I'm not leaving. I will make breakfast for you." Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Whether or not these words were being pettish or instructive, when combined together Olivier felt

warmth rise in his body.

Olivier gazed at her face and that determined look in her eyes. He had the urge to take her right now,

but also squeeze her to death.

"Waste another egg and I'll make you eat every single one you threw away!" He made to leave but

turned back to add: "And if you won't wear your underwear, then never wear them again! I'll burn it all!"

Olivier stormed upstairs.

Fleur curled her lips as he left, thinking how easily this man could be riled up, how quick a temper he

had.

......

Fleur had prepared some sugarless soy milk (she could not find any sugar). Two lopsided eggs sat on

Olivier's plate, but none on hers. They each had equal portions of ham, bacon, and toast.

Olivier had already changed into a wine-red shirt, depicting a royal yet warm elegance.

Fleur sat across of him, sipping some soy milk. When she licked away the froth on her lips, Olivier

remarked how it looked exactly like her cat that was drinking water yesterday.

"Why aren't you eating?" Fleur asked. "I've tasted it. It's not that bad. I didn't waste anymore eggs

either. I was careful."

"How many faces do you have?" Olivier had no intention of eating the food. He could tell it would not sit

well in his stomach based on its smell alone.

This woman was smart, silly, cold, cunning, clueless, bold, coy, and determined all in one. Too many

faces to show.

Thin strands of hair fell loosely across her face from hair bun, creating a carelessly charming portrayal,

as if she was some renowned beauty.

"I have a thousand faces." She smiled with a full set of teeth. "I bet I have all the faces you like, too."

Olivier narrowed his eyes silently.

"Master Olivier, which face of mine do you like?"

"You're going to make a fool of yourself again."

"How would I?" Fleur said with a laugh, "I've long heard that The Martinez's young CEO is a good,

ethical man who never gets into complicated affairs. That you've only had Miss Lopez by your side for

all these years, as if that has never changed."

"Such a man would reasonably be opposed to other women's being close to them. But I don't think you

feel that way with me, on the contrary, I think you quite like it when I kiss you."

The living room was very quiet. Lulu walked downstairs, its tail flicking in the air behind it, steps entirely

silent.

Olivier's eyes fell on Fleur's face. He neither corrected her assumptions nor clarify himself.

Instead, he asked, "Do you like me?"

"I do." Fleur nodded, eyes wide. "I'm very open in showing that."

"Since you like me, you would be willing to give me something you love, right?"

"Of course I would, I'm yours. Tell me what you want from me."

"The Stunning Club."

"..."

Silence resumed.

Olivier caught on to the emotions dancing in her eyes. "Hmm? You're not willing?"

"What do you want my club for?"

"I've never been involved in the entertainment industry. Moreover, the club is Y City's number one

hotspot right now. I want to dabble in it and see how it goes."

"Master Olivier." Fleur propped her chin on clasped hands with a smile on her face. "You'll be taking

away my lifeline. How am I supposed to survive without it?"

"Are you saying you won't give it to me?"

"If you announce I'm Mrs Martinez, and if you can make it so that I don't have to fulfill your

grandmother's ludicrous request, then I'll gladly give you the club as my dowry." Fleur said easily.

"Right now, you neither like me nor is my position here secured, plus I'm going to undergo two years of

torture afterwards. If I bet my club in a situation like this I'm afraid I'll lose everything."

Olivier's eyes flashed, staring into hers as if intending to look at who she really was.

"What if I insist?"

Fleur's smile faltered ever so slightly before it returned in full view. "So you'll really make me Mrs

Martinez?"

"No."

"Then why would I give it to you?" She took a drink of soy milk with a smile.

"What if...I let you sleep in my bed from now on?"

Fleur gazed into his keen eyes. Anyone else saying this would sound like a lunatic right now. Giving

him the nightclub, her lifeblood, then letting him...bed her just like that...it was shameless.

But this was Olivier speaking. He looked so sure Fleur would agree since he knew she would never

leave him alone. He also knew how attractive this offer was to her, simply because she benefited from

being close to him.

To let Fleur sleep in Olivier's bedroom on the same bed, did tempt her slightly.

However-