Master of Lust

Chapter - 160

Just as their conversation began to drift into more flirtatious territory, the door to the ICU ward was flung open with a loud bang, causing both Rick and Olivia to startle in surprise. A woman entered the room, her expression tense and determined, followed closely by two police officers.

"Rick!" the woman called out, her voice filled with urgency and maybe some anger as well.

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The police officers moved to intercept her, their hands reaching for their weapons as they attempted to restrain her. Rick raised a hand in a calm yet authoritative gesture, signaling for them to stand down.

"It's okay, officers. Let her through," Rick said firmly, his tone commanding yet reassuring.

Reluctantly, the police officers nodded and stepped aside, allowing the woman to approach Rick and Olivia.

The woman who swept into the ICU ward seemed to possess an otherworldly beauty, as if she had stepped straight out of a painting. Her skin, kissed by the sun's golden rays, glowed with a radiant warmth that spoke of her Latina heritage. Each step she took was fluid and graceful, as if she moved to the rhythm of an invisible melody.

Her hair, a cascade of midnight black, flowed like a silken waterfall down her back, catching the light and casting shimmering shadows across the room. It framed her face like a halo, accentuating her finely sculpted features. High cheekbones, full lips painted a deep crimson, and eyes the color of liquid chocolate that held within them a world of secrets and untold stories.

It was her eyes that captured Olivia's attention the most – deep, expressive pools that seemed to hold within them a myriad of emotions, from mystery to desire.

As she entered the ward, the air seemed to shift, charged with an electric energy that crackled around her like static. Every eye turned to follow her, drawn in by the magnetic pull of her presence. She exuded an aura of confidence and self-assurance, as if she knew she belonged in this room, in this moment.

For a brief moment, time seemed to stand still as she paused, her gaze sweeping over the assembled faces with a frown playing at the corners of her lips.

As the mysterious woman approached Rick, her presence seemed to command the very essence of the room. With every step she took, her aura exuded an undeniable sense of confidence, drawing all eyes towards her like a magnet. Olivia, observing from the sidelines, couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity mixed with unease at the sight.

Who was this enigmatic woman, and what connection did she have to Rick? Olivia couldn't shake the feeling that there was something significant about her presence.

Olivia couldn't place the woman's face, couldn't recall ever seeing her before, yet there was an undeniable tension in the air that suggested a deeper connection between her and Rick. Sensing Olivia's confusion, Rick shot her a reassuring glance, his eyes silently urging her to trust him as he turned his attention back to the woman before them.

Rick's heart, on the other hand, pounded in his chest as he faced the wrathful gaze of the woman named Gloria. He could sense the tension crackling in the air, a palpable energy that seemed to hang between them like a storm on the brink of eruption.

"Cómo te atreves!" she exclaimed, her voice laced with venom as she berated Rick for his actions. "How dare you show your face here after what you've done!"

Gloria's lips curled into a sneer as she took a menacing step closer to Rick, her gaze piercing into his soul. "Now, you're going to pay for it."

"Gloria," Rick began, his voice tinged with apprehension, but before he could finish his sentence, the room resounded with the sharp sound of a slap.

The force of the slap sent a shock-wave through the room, leaving a stunned silence in its wake. Rick's cheek stung with the impact as he recoiled, his eyes wide with shock.

Gloria's palm stung, the echo of her slap reverberating through the room. Olivia, wide-eyed and frozen, stood witness to the sudden eruption of tension. Rick smirked—a maddening twist of his lips that only fueled her anger.

Rick had been avoiding her for weeks, ever since what happened in the store that day. Gloria had tried to reach him, to warn him not to breathe a word about their shared secret. But he remained elusive, not answering calls or voice mails or texts.

Now, in the waiting room, Gloria's frustration boiled over. She had tracked him down, cornered him, and unleashed her pent-up rage. "Pendejo! How dare you ignore me? And you have the audacity to cut the call on me?"

The tone she used angered Rick, his smirk contorting to a frown. He was no pushover, and it was high time she knew her place.. His eyes bore into hers, a dangerous glint lurking beneath the surface. His voice turned low and menacing.

"Listen carefully, Gloria. Don't think you can come in here and raise your voice at me. I don't work for you anymore, so know your limits and leave without causing anymore problems."

"Know my limits? Joder a tu madre." Gloria crossed her arms and stepped forward, tilting her head to look at Rick, daring him to do his worst. "You don't scare me."

Rick sneered, deepening his glare till the corner of Gloria's lip twitched. "You're out of your depth. I've seen things that would make your pretty little head spin," he rumbled.

Gloria's confident facade slips away bit by bit, her eyes betraying the frozen smirk still on her face.

Rick took a step forward, in response she took a step back. "So far, I've played nice and haven't told a soul about what almost happened that day." He continued to step into her space and Gloria continued to try to increase the distance between them.

"But don't think I'll allow myself to be stepped all over. Raise your voice or hand at me again, and the whole world will know what you were up to with a helpless employee at your store. Someone who was on your payroll."

Gloria fisted her fingers, grasping at the fabric of her pencil skirt. She looked away, unable to face Rick's menacing glare and whispered, "Nothing happened."

Rick hummed. "Maybe, but that's not what I'll be saying."

Gloria shut her eyes tightly, not willing to think about whether or not Rick would follow through with his threat. The last time she'd seen him, she couldn't tell if he had truly seemed this dangerous.

She had been the one wanting to corner Rick, but right now, Rick was the one who got her trapped with her back to the wall and tongue-tied. She could feel Rick's warm breaths on her cheek and it took everything in her to not show just how vulnerable she was feeling on the inside.

Right then, the door to the waiting room flung open and it hit Rick's back. He crowded up against Gloria and craned his neck to see who the fuck it was.

Zack and the man entered, surveying the room only to find Olivia standing in the centre with her head cocked to the side as she regarded the two strange men who barged in without a care. Zack stared at her, confusion written all over his face, and then he turned to the man who was mirroring his expression.

Zack's eyes narrowed, and he jabbed a finger at the man. "Where the hell is Rick?" Zack growled, his voice gravelly. "He was supposed to be here."

The henchman scratched his head, his brow furrowing. "He's supposed to be here," he mumbled.

"Okay, then where the fuck is he?" Zack screeched and Olivia was about to tell him to have some manners and lower his voice as they were in a hospital, but the man responded before she could.

"Maybe he went to the restroom?" the man suggested.

Zack smacked the back of the henchman's head. "Do you even have a brain? You can't do one fucking job properly, you useless dipshit."

The man rubbed the sore spot and looked to the ground, his blood boiling. This Rick was ruining his life. Why was he such a difficult man to find? No matter how hard he tried, he always evaded him.

It was like Rick had a sixth sense for figuring out that he was looking for him, and never allowed him to get too close. He just needed to get his hands on him, and after that nobody on God's green Earth would ever recognise Rick ever again.

"How am I supposed to know everything?" The man rubbed the back of his head, "Fuck! I am going to lose many brain cells."

"Find him you fucking idiot," Zack said, slapping him, "Or I will fucking blow your brains out."

The man instantly panicked and straightened up, ignoring the sting on his cheek. "What? Boss, but why? I did as you asked."

"Oh really? And what is it that you've done? Smoke ten packs a day, and throw all your money at booze and whores. Is that what I told you to do?" Zack screeched.

His voice was really beginning to annoy Olivia, but every time she wanted to say something, the other man would get in the way.

"I—I watched Amanda like you told me to. I even took photos and everything," the man argued back, hoping Zack wasn't truly serious about blowing his brains. But he was Zack, he could do anything.

Zack wasn't entirely wrong about him. He had actually spent all the money on a range of vices, so technically, he was broke and didn't quite have anything to return. In fact, he was hoping to ask for some money after finishing off Rick as a reward for a job well done.

"I specifically instructed you to tell me when Rick arrived at Amanda's place." Zack jabbed a finger in the man's face. So close that he almost poked the man's eyeball. "And what did I have to do at the end? I had to personally come and do your fucking job!" Zack let out a loud scream of frustration that pricked every thread of patience Olivia had cultivated.

She couldn't help it any longer, and before the other man could respond, she said, "Gentlemen, I think—"

"Shut your trap, woman," Zack snapped.

That did it for Olivia. "Hey, asshole! Try talking to me like that one more time, and let's see if you can keep your tongue." She crossed her arms and glared at him.

This ill-mannered man-child clearly didn't have the manners needed to live in society. In Olivia's eyes, he was no more than a caveman who cleaned up well.

"Do you know who the fuck you…" Zack didn't actually pay much attention to Olivia earlier because of Rick and the fucking dickhead. But now that he turned to look at Olivia, he could n't even look at her face. Because her massive melons got all his attention.

In fact he could not even tear his eyes away from her big breasts. His tongue unconsciously licked his lips, craving for some milk.

But the man was boorish enough not to appreciate the beauty. He asked, "Have you seen a boy?"

Olivia raised a brow, her expression contorting to one of confusion.

Zack face-palmed and smacked the man's head once more. "You have no sense. Absolutely none." Then he faced Olivia and said, "Is that how you fucking talk to a lady?

'I will fucking kill you,' The man rolled his eyes, and Olivia just looked even more confused.

Meanwhile, Rick, who was hidden behind the door, all this time, silently laughed at just how stupid the two men were. He would've revealed himself earlier, especially after the way one of them spoke to Olivia, but she handled it pretty well herself. The woman had guts, he had to give her that. But now, it was time to relieve everyone of their misery.

He pushed away from Gloria and stepped to the side, lazily strolling to the centre of the waiting room.

"Hey, fellas!" he called out and waited for them to turn around. "Looking for me?

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