Oops! My Escort Is A Mafia Don - Chapter 63: Chapter 63

Dylan sneered, "Isn't that exactly what it was? You used to beg me to eat the food you made. If that wasn't something you were proud of, why were you so eager to do it?"
Olivia replied sharply, "Back then, I must've been out of my damn mind—practically throwing myself at you, acting like some desperate maid, spoiling you with no boundaries.
"Even when you treated me like crap, I just put up with it—and I kept doing it for three years.
"I admit, that was all on me. It had nothing to do with you. I was the one who let you walk all over me, so I don't blame you.
"But now? I've finally come to my senses. I'm done being pathetic. If you still want to force me to be your maid and wait on you, then you're the one being pathetic, and if I curse you out, you totally deserve it."
She turned to leave, but Dylan grabbed her arm again and said, "You got me hooked on your cooking, and now you're just walking away? How can you be so irresponsible?
"Listen, you're the one who spoiled my taste buds—so now it's your responsibility to keep cooking for me."
Olivia was so furious that her breath hitched. She thought she was over him, but he still managed to piss her off.
"Do you even hear yourself right now?" she barked. "Sure, I used to ask you to try my food, but did I ever force you? Did I ever shove it down your throat?
"You're the one who chose to eat it. Why should it be my problem that you got used to eating it?
"I'm used to taking money out of the bank, but if one day I'm broke and there's nothing left to withdraw, am I gonna yell at the bank for 'getting me used to it' and demand they keep giving me cash?
"I've seen shameless people, but you really take the cake. Seriously, you're unbelievable, saying crap like that."
She was so mad that she swore out loud and kicked at Dylan.
Dylan dodged just in time, avoiding the blow. His face was a storm of emotions as he retorted through gritted teeth, "That's not the same.
"You went to the bank to get money on your own, but I only ate your food because you brought it to me. That was temptation—so, of course, you have to take responsibility."
Olivia was quiet for a moment and then rolled up her sleeves.
Dylan's eyes lit up. "You're gonna cook? Be a lamb, and I'll help you in the kitchen."
He honestly believed that offering to help was some kind of generous gesture. In his mind, if she knew what was good for her, she'd play along so they could both walk away feeling good about it.
But Olivia said, "No, I'm about to beat you up. Be a lamb, and I'll avoid your face."
Dylan's screams echoed through the villa.
Olivia had fought in real matches before; she knew exactly how to make it hurt without leaving any obvious marks.
Not wanting to hear his screams, she yanked off his tie and stuffed it in his mouth. He could only let out muffled groans of pain.
After about ten minutes, Olivia finally cooled off. She gave him one last kick and walked out. She stopped by a nearby restaurant for a quick dinner and then drove over to her own villa.
She really didn't want to see that idiot Dylan again. She was afraid she'd lose control and beat him up all over again.
She parked in the garage and then took the elevator straight to the third floor.
As soon as she stepped out, the motion sensor lights in the hallway flicked on, so she didn't realize the lights on the first floor were already on.
She headed into her bedroom and took a shower in the en suite bathroom. Figuring she was home alone, she walked out of the bathroom completely naked.