Chapter 288

Olivia’s POV
I felt soft kisses trail over my cheeks, nose, and forehead. It was warm and gentle, nudging me out of sleep like sunlight peeking through a window.
“Mmm I groaned, half asleep, trying to bury my face into the pillow.
“Louis, stop… you’re waking her up,” came Lennox’s unmistakable voice, laced with amusement and warning.
I recognized it instantly.
But Louis just chuckled, completely unbothered. “She loves it. Don’t you, sweetheart?” he murmured, pressing one more exaggerated kiss to the tip of my nose.
I tried to smile, still caught between sleep and waking—until I felt a sudden shift in the bed and heard a thud, followed by a grunt.
I forced my eyes open.
What I saw made my sleep-heavy brain jolt awake.
Lennox had tackled Louis, pinning him flat on the bed. His hand was wrapped around Louis’s wrist while his knee held down his shoulder. Louis squirmed dramatically beneath him, clearly not trying very hard to escape.
“I warned you,” Lennox said with a growl that wasn’t at all serious.
Louis only laughed harder, breathless beneath him. “You’re just mad I got to her first.”
“I always get to her first,” Lennox shot back smugly.
“You sound like children,” I mumbled, my voice still hoarse with sleep.
They both froze, their heads snapping in my direction.
Then Louis flashed me a boyish grin from beneath Lennox. “Morning, beautiful.”
I rolled my eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”
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Before I could respond, the bathroom door opened—and out stepped Levi, steam curling from behind him. His dark hair was damp, and he wore nothing but a white towel slung low around his hips. Droplets of water glistened on his skin, trailing down his chest as he rubbed another towel over his hair.
He paused mid-step, looking over at the scene on the bed with a raised brow.
“Seriously?” he muttered. “You two already fighting?”
“He started it,” Louis said, still pinned.
“I’ll finish it,” Lennox smirked, shoving his brother’s face into the mattress just enough to make him grunt.
I shook my head, suppressing a smile. There was something deeply comforting—almost surreal—about waking up to this chaos. Like nothing had changed and yet… everything had.
Before I could say anything more, Levi walked over to the bed, his towel still wrapped low on his hips. The droplets on his skin shimmered in the morning light as he tossed the towel from his hair onto a chair and leaned down toward me.
“Come here,” he murmured, his voice soft and warm.
Without thinking, I reached for him—and he scooped me into his arms with such ease it made me feel weightless. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms loosely circling his shoulders as he held me close against his chest.
It wasn’t until I rested my cheek against him that I realized what I was wearing.
One of their oversized shirts.
I blinked, confused for a second. I didn’t remember changing. Didn’t remember how I got into bed. Everything after curling into Lennox last night had been a blur. A warm, safe blur.
Levi must’ve noticed my hesitation because he chuckled softly. “You knocked out cold. Lennox carried you in. Louis insisted you wear something comfortable. We all agreed on the shirt.”
“Figured you’d like my scent more,” Louis added from the bed, his face still partially squished under Lennox’s arm.
I smiled faintly, inhaling the faint, familiar mix of all their scents clinging to the fabric. It was stupid how comforting it felt. Like home.
Levi shifted me slightly in his arms, brushing a few strands of hair away from my face with his free hand. “How are you feeling?” he asked gently.
I looked into his eyes, those alluring sea-blue eyes that always seemed to know more than they let on, and nodded. “I’m fine.”
His gaze softened even more. “Are you ready for our date tonight?”
That made my heart skip a beat.
I nodded again, a little breathless. “Yes.”
A slow smile curved his lips, and he leaned in, pressing a sweet, lingering kiss to mine—unhurried, like we had all the time in the world. His lips were warm, familiar, and everything in me seemed to melt into that moment.
When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against mine for a second before he whispered, “Good.”
Then, gently, Levi walked over and lowered me down onto the bed. Before I could even settle, Lennox reached out and pulled me into his arms, tucking me close to himself.
I smiled to myself, wrapped in his warmth, my fingers lightly tracing circles over his chest as Louis finally managed to wriggle free from under him, grumbling playfully.
Everything felt so good. Real.
Until it didn’t.
A sudden sharp voice sliced through my thoughts like a knife.
“Olivia Beckham, where the hell are you?”
The mind-link hit me hard. It was from Calvin.
My heart dropped.
I sat up straight, my breath catching in my throat. “Shit.”
All three men immediately stilled.
“What’s wrong?” Lennox asked, sitting up behind me.
“Is everything okay?” Levi was already by my side.
Louis raised a brow. “Who was that?”
I stood quickly, brushing my hair out of my face. “It was my brother. Calvin. He’s looking for me.”
Their expressions darkened instantly—equal parts frustration and protectiveness.
“Why do you look scared?” Levi asked, his voice sharp.
“Because I didn’t exactly tell him where I was going last night,” I admitted, moving toward the dresser and looking around frantically for my dress. I spotted it folded at the edge of a chair and snatched it up, slipping it on.
“I’ll deal with him,” I said, trying to keep my tone steady. “I’ll see you tonight, okay?”
They didn’t look happy about it. At all.
“You sure?” Lennox asked, frowning.
I nodded, leaning in to give him a quick kiss on the lips. “Positive.”
Then I turned to Levi and kissed him too—soft and quick, but warm.
Finally, I crossed the room to Louis, who gave me a dramatic pout.
I rolled my eyes and kissed him anyway.
“Behave,” I warned lightly, then stepped back, blowing them a kiss.
And just like that—I teleported.
The room vanished.
I landed in my bedroom back at the Beckham’s estate, my feet hitting the tiled floor with a light thud. I barely had time to look around before Calvin’s furious voice cut through the air again.
“You have got to be kidding me.”
He stood near my desk, arms crossed, his eyes blazing.
Beside him were Nora and Lolita, both looking equally worried—though Lolita’s lips twitched like she was trying not to laugh.
“Well,” Nora said, arms folded. “Glad to see you alive.”
Lolita just smirked. “I told them you were fine.”
Calvin stepped forward. “Where the hell were you?”
I swallowed, my heart still racing. “With the triplets.”
The silence was deafening.
Nora raised her brows. Lolita blinked slowly. Calvin’s expression darkened.
This… was going to be a very long conversation.