The Beginning Of All Sins

Olivia left with Tyler, but she staggered the moment she turned around.

He noticed her struggle but said nothing, simply holding her hand for support as they walked away. Outwardly, they seemed fine, but Claude sensed the tension brewing between them.

Olivia’s mind was a blur. She couldn’t even recall who they spoke to later on. Tyler took charge of the conversations, while Olivia felt like a mere bystander.

At 11 pm, they finally returned to their room at the Harris‘ residence. Olivia’s legs felt numb as she collapsed onto the bed. Tyler wasted no time removing his tie and coat.

“Are you going to change?” he asked, glancing at her.

She didn’t didn’t respond, and he went to the bathroom, leaving her behind.

Hearing the sound of running water, Olivia slipped off her heels, revealing the marks they had left on her feet. Yet, she felt no pain.

Nearly 20 minutes later, Tyler emerged from the bathroom, noticing Olivia by the bed. “I ran you a warm bath. Go on,” he offered.

He usually took showers, while Olivia preferred taking a bath. That would mean he drew the bath especially for her.

She remained motionless, and Tyler sat nearby, rubbing his sore neck with a sigh.

Olivia wasn’t the only one exhausted from the event; Tyler felt the weight of his responsibilities. Finally, Olivia stirred and made her way to the bathroom as Tyler sat massaging his temples.

After half an hour, she emerged from the bath to find Tyler reading in bed, a common sight.

She sat quietly for a while before Tyler suggested, “Let’s sleep,” turning off the lights without further

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In the darkness, Olivia lay still for a few minutes before lying down. The moment she did that, Tyler pulled her into his embrace.

Shocked, she attempted to protest, but he silenced her with a kiss. She kept struggling in his embrace, moaning while resisting him.

Despite Olivia’s resistance, her struggles seemed to excite Tyler in the darkness.

He held her tighter, his gaze fixed on her tear–streaked face. Her teary eyes, flushed cheeks, and trembling form only seemed to entice him further.

“No,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.