"Grandma, don't you approve of Alex?" Aria asked, noticing how Olivia kept staring at me with an unreadable intensity.
"It's not that, honey," Olivia replied smoothly, though her voice carried a subtle edge. "I would have been glad if you had told me before."
She looked really jealous, the way her granddaughter was clinging to me so openly, pressing her body against mine with clear affection.
Both Olivia and I remembered the intimate night we had spent together at the beach house, how I had taken her raw all night long, how I had made her moan like a whore, and how I had played with her saggy, mature curves without mercy.
The memory hung between us like a heavy secret, thick with tension and unspoken desire.
I could see the possessiveness burning in Olivia's eyes, but she couldn't say anything. Not here. Not in front of her granddaughter.
