Olivia's POV
As we prepared to leave, I turned back toward Maxwell, wondering what he'd planned for himself. "What about you, sir? How will you spend your night?"
He simply waved me off with a dismissive gesture. "Don't worry about me. I'll just hit the club or something. Maybe find myself some company. You two just focus on having a good time."
I nodded, "Right. We'll... we'll see you later then."
"Take your time, Oliver. You don't have to even return tonight."
I had to stop myself from showing him my middle finger as we turned toward the door. The pure audacity of the man.
The moment we stepped out of the hotel, I felt the cool Chicago evening air hit my face, and I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves.
