Chapter 28: Clickbait

OLLIE

“‘How I Found My Strength: Anna Elizabeth Rothschild. Sources Tell Us She Is Not Happy about the Baby on the Way,’” I read out loud from the newspaper headline.

~Sources.~ How the media published these headlines in hours was beyond my comprehension.

They weren’t good.

They all tipped the public eye scale unsettlingly against the Rothschilds.

The press wasn’t their friend this season, clearly.

Somehow, I found all of this funny while Sarah looked mortified.

“Wait, you are missing the best part!” I turned my tablet to reveal a picture of Anna choking on her wine right when the baby was announced.

“Stop it!” Sarah exclaimed, looking paler than ever.

“Oh my God, what a genius,” I muttered, complimenting the journalist and his brilliant work.

He had really captured the full extent of her disgust.

~Hilarious.~

I was so happy when I read the following headline.

“‘From Summer Fling to Summer Baby: 15 Tips on How to Get a Billionaire Sugar Daddy!’”

I stopped for a second, processing the information.

Sarah was on the cover of a popular teen magazine.

“Please stop. I can’t bear it anymore,” she whimpered.

“No way, Sarah! You are a source of inspiration for teenagers!” I breathed, horrified.

I could not help breaking into laughter again as my weird and dark sense of humor came straight to the surface.

~Alexander~ was ~kind of her sugar daddy.~

“That one is not funny. Alexander is not old enough to be a sugar daddy,” she complained.

“Oh, don’t be like that. I was just joking.” I poked her on the shoulder.

“Keep reading even if my eyes bleed.” Sarah’s tone had changed completely.

“He asked me to check all the headlines.”

“Today is…a delicate day for the future of the enterprise. He said I should take it seriously.”

I moved on to the next one, not wanting her to ruin my fun with all that seriousness.

“‘The Rothschild Family and the Shocking Truth about Their Baby Heir.’”

Sarah cut me off quickly. “Next one.”

“Oh, no,” I gasped.

This was starting to get alarming.

I hated these kinds of headlines, the ones meant to destroy.

“Just spit it out, Ollie.”

“‘Rothschild’s Billionaire Baby Announcement Shakes the Company Losing Billions.’”

Billions? Oh, wow. This was more serious than I thought.

“Oh my God,” Sarah moaned, covering her mouth.

“Here is another one. ‘Screwed! The Rothschild Enterprise Loses Big in the Stock Market.’”

Screwed? Wasn’t that a bit dramatic?

Surely the Rothschild family could recover and move forward from this, right?

~Oh, no.~ My eyes widened when I saw my face in the middle of a story.

“Did the cat get your tongue?”

“No, it’s just that my face is right there. How did they even get this picture? This was when I was in college.”

“Read it.”

“‘Who Is Olivia Summer, the Girl Behind the 100 Million Dollar Jewel?’”

The headline was accompanied by a photograph of me sitting on campus and a close-up of the dress I wore with the peacock brooch.

“Aww, that’s cute,” Sarah muttered.

I moved on. “‘Not gay! The Sex Symbol Finally Reveals His Sexual Preferences,’” I read dramatically, my eyes popping out in amazement.

~What the fuck?~

“It’s about Darius. Why would people think he is gay?” I asked.

“Because no one is good enough for him… All the female population is kind of…frustrated.”

Right. That was what Vivian had said, too.

“Read the rest,” Sarah added quickly.

“‘Sources tell us he kissed a woman at their family’s event,’” I read automatically, instantly regretting it.

“Who is this mystery woman?” Sarah demanded. Her eyes were growing.

~Shit!~ I was the mystery woman.

“Sarah, no. I don’t like this. I think I want to stop if that is okay,” I begged when I saw the next headline.

“See, how does it feel? It cannot be that bad. I’m the one with the sugar daddy,” she muttered and rolled her eyes.

I breathed deeply, gathering strength, before reading out loud, “‘Madly in Love or Madly in Lust?’”

“With who? Is it a picture of me?” Sarah asked.

I stayed quiet.

I was about to freak out.

“Ollie, what are you hiding?” She snatched the tablet from my hands and stared at the image of Darius kissing me savagely while his hands grabbed me like I was made of playdough.

~Someone, please kill me.~

“No way! Ollie, are you fucking Darius?”

“~Fucking~? Are you crazy?”

“You shagging liar.”

“No!”

“So this is all Photoshop? You are both fucking your brains out in this picture.”

She clapped a hand over her mouth and her eyes got wider than ever.

“Now that I think about it, no one explained why the doctor saw you in Darius’s room. Olivia Summer, you naughty girl.”

I could feel my face getting redder by the second.

She wagged a finger at me.

“I guess I was so worried to hear the news that I didn’t pay attention to that detail. You are ~so~ fucking him.”

“I am not!”

“Right…”

“It’s kind of blurry, but I swear nothing happened except that kiss. Can we not talk about this now? Please? Pretty please?” I asked, my eyes pleading.

“Okay, for now, but I expect full details later.”

I didn’t comment on anything as she kept reading the headlines, hoping this would change the subject.

“‘The Summer sisters are here to stay. One with a baby and the other with grandma’s brooch,’” Sarah read, now in control of the tablet.

Her fat finger slid over the screen as she read.

She winked.

“Well, I can agree to that. We are here to stay.” She returned her attention to the tablet.

“And then from two tech magazines, some nicer comments.

“‘InkForce, a new Rothschild’s Enterprise acquisition from Techcinch, and Robert Darius Rothschild, the extraordinary corporate disrupter, announce InkForce’s new CEO in Bloomtech.’”

“What a shit show.”

“Tell me about it,” Sarah sighed.

“How are you feeling?” She asked with a worried face.

“Fine.”

“Are you in any pain?”

“No. It’s like nothing happened; I’m just stuck with this for twenty-four hours.”

I showed her the Holter monitor I had attached to my chest.

I was already snuggled up in bed.

This machine was tiny with different cables attached to my chest, meant to record the electrical activity of my heart.

I hated it.

“Why don’t you take a nap before dinner?” Sarah suggested.

That sounded like a great idea.

I closed my eyes, relaxing.

I was lying on the bed when Darius knocked on the door and, without waiting for my response, entered the room.

I gasped and froze, admiring his Greek god figure.

Feeling electricity all over my body, I could hear my faint voice asking him what he was doing in my room.

“You desire me; that’s the only reason I am here,” he said, sitting on a lounge chair in front of the bed.

“Ollie, don’t listen to him.” Archibald appeared from behind and placed a soft kiss on my shoulder.

“Are you here to watch?” Archibald asked Darius harshly.

“Yes. I think that is what Olivia wants.” Darius brought two fingers to his mouth, looking pensive.

“Watch what?” I asked, looking back and forth between the two men.

“Well, you and I.” Archibald pulled me up so we were both standing in front of Darius.

I was naked but didn’t feel uncomfortable or the need to cover myself up.

“Well, it’s getting boring. Are you going to start?” Darius asked, annoyed. “I don’t have all day.”

Archer hugged me from behind. “Olivia is sensitive. She’s not a piece of meat. I can’t just take her like that.”

I felt so cozy in the warmth of his embrace.

Darius smirked. “You have no idea, do you? She is very impatient.”

“It’s all right, Ollie. I won’t be as barbaric as Darius.” Archibald kissed my neck, and I shivered.

Darius grinned. “Oh, cousin, I believe she likes it rough.”

“You don’t know how to pleasure women,” Archer scoffed. “You only think about your own pleasure.”

“I’ll be gentle, Ollie.” He started touching my body, discovering the curves of my breasts delicately.

“Remember our deal.” Darius sent him a death glare. “Only your hands, nothing more.”

“But I can do so much with my hands,” Archer whispered while he touched my hips, and I closed my eyes, enjoying it.

“Ollie, kiss me. If you kiss me, I can use more than my hands.”

I turned my head to look into his green eyes and couldn’t resist reaching for him.

I wanted to taste him. I wanted to curl my hands in his golden locks.

“Don’t you dare kiss him.” Darius’s threat was more than a warning, and I froze, closing my mouth an inch from Archer’s lips.

“Let her do what she wants,” Archibald fired back and grabbed my chin. “What do you want, Ollie?”

“I want to have control of my dream,” I murmured shyly.

Darius’s eyes turned dark. “No.” The muscles on his crossed arms bulged, and his posture radiated self-confidence and strength.

“I wanna see how far you will go with Archibald.”

“I think she will go the whole way,” Archibald laughed, and Darius clenched his fists.

He remained seated, his face cold as stone, watching me intently.

Archer’s hand reached my core, massaging me slowly. “Are you suffering, Darius? Knowing that I can take her from you? That she desires me too?”

Soft moans escaped my lips as Archibald held me tighter with one arm and increased the pressure as he massaged my clit with the other hand.

I felt him hard against my back, and a smile appeared on my lips. ~It was way bigger than a pickle!~

Darius stood. “If you are going to do it, do it now.”

I looked up at him as he walked to where we were standing. “I am the one she desires the most. Right, Olivia?”

He cupped my face with force, looking into my eyes while Archibald did magic with his fingers.

I was between them, one giving me pleasure and the other asserting his dominance.

I felt Archibald’s fingers entering my core for the first time and couldn’t answer.

I reached out to Darius for balance, but he didn’t allow it.

He rejected my touch and held my arms immobile at my sides.

“No, you can’t have us both.”

“But I want more,” I moaned.

“Let’s give her more. What do you say, cousin?” Archer said.

“No.” Darius grabbed my neck. “You are mine.”

“Please,” I begged as he choked me.

“You are hurting her!” Archibald exclaimed and stopped stroking me.

“She is begging for me, not begging me to stop,” Darius fired back. “She likes it.”

He caressed my cheek, softening his eyes for a second. “I will allow it, Olivia, but… Only in your dreams. Promise me you won’t kiss Archibald once you wake up.”

“I promise.”

Darius gave me a beautiful smile, so beautiful that my heart stopped.

He closed the gap between us, crushing his lips against mine, and I welcomed his power, his strength, as he claimed me with his mouth.

He broke the kiss, and soon both of them were touching me.

I didn’t know if I was experiencing heaven or hell.

I was losing myself in lust and desire. I craved this; I wanted this.

Archer grabbed me again from behind and continued the slow movements of his finger while Darius spoke to me.

“So, tell me, what do you want? Do you want us both? Are you sure you can take us at the same time?” His husky voice was filled with excitement.