Olivia approached us with a surprised expression, her eyes widening as she recognized me.

"Alex? What are you doing here?" Olivia asked, her voice a mix of genuine surprise and something warmer, more intimate.

"Olivia?" I asked, surprised to see her after so long. Yeah, it was a royal party, and Olivia was a royal GILF, but I hadn’t expected her to be here. I never thought I’d run into her like this.

"Alex, you know my grandma?" Aria asked, looking between the two of us with clear confusion. She noticed how we were staring at each other, the familiarity obvious in our expressions.

"She’s your grandma?" I asked, the pieces clicking together in my head. The night had already been full of surprises—first the fight between Fabian and me over Aria, then me groping Emilia’s curves in the dark, but this one hit different.

I couldn’t believe what was happening.

"Aria, baby, you know Alex?" Olivia asked, her tone genuinely curious as she looked at us. She noticed how Aria was holding two glasses from the bar and how closely we were standing together.

"Yes, Grandma," Aria explained with a bright, proud smile. "I wanted to tell everyone today — only Mom knew — that Alex and I have been dating."

"You what?" Olivia asked, her voice barely hiding her shock. She couldn’t believe her own granddaughter was dating the same guy who had fucked her every hole at the beach like an animal.

The memory of the beach clearly flashed through her mind, her cheeks flushing slightly as she tried to maintain her composure in front of her granddaughter.

The tension between the three of us was immediate and thick. Aria stood there innocently, holding two glasses, completely unaware of the history between Olivia and me. Olivia, on the other hand, was struggling to process the situation, her eyes flicking between her granddaughter and me with a mix of disbelief, jealousy, and lingering arousal.

Aria looked at both of us, sensing something was off but not quite understanding what. "Grandma... you two know each other?" she asked.

Before Olivia could answer, I turned to Reggie with a shocked expression and asked, "So this means this motherfucker is your brother?"

Aria let out a small, awkward laugh and shook her head. "Yes—I mean, he’s my cousin. He’s my uncle’s son—my father’s elder brother’s child. He’s younger than me."

That was kind of a relief, though. I didn’t want this stupid fucker to be my brother-in-law if I ever got married Aria. The thought of having to deal with Reggie at family gatherings made my skin crawl.

"But how do you two know each other?" Aria asked, still confused, her eyes darting between Olivia and me. She clearly didn’t understand how I could possibly know her grandmother.

"Well, you know that beach trip I went on with the residents from my building?" I asked Aria, keeping my tone casual.

"Yeah," she replied, nodding slowly.

"We met on the beach," I said simply, leaving it at that for now.

"So you’re dating my granddaughter?" Olivia said, her voice laced with genuine surprise and disbelief.

She couldn’t quite believe it. She knew my tastes well, she had seen firsthand how I was drawn to mature, thick, older, experienced women with full, fertile bodies and soft, motherly curves.

She knew all the MILFs from my harem, except Brittany and Olivia, who were older.

The idea that I was seriously involved with a younger woman like Aria seemed to throw her off balance, as if it went against everything she thought she knew about me.

"Yeah," I replied calmly. "We started dating before I went to the beach."

"Yeah, Grandma. Alex is so sweet," Aria said warmly, handing me one of the glasses she had brought from the bar while holding my hand with her free one. She leaned into me slightly, clearly proud to show me off.

"Grandma, kick this peasant out," Reggie suddenly spoke up, his voice loud and bitter. "He stole those two thick girls from me at the beach!"

"Shut up, Reggie," Olivia snapped, visibly annoyed by her grandson’s outburst. She shot him a sharp, warning look that made him quiet down immediately.

"What is he talking about?" Aria asked me, her brow furrowed in confusion. She clearly couldn’t comprehend what her cousin meant by that accusation.

"Nothing, babe. He’s stupid," I said casually, squeezing her hand. "He was harassing two girls on the beach. I stepped in and stopped his shenanigans. That’s why he’s so salty. You can ask your grandma — she was there."

"Don’t give importance to him, Aria," Olivia said calmly but firmly, her voice carrying the natural authority of someone used to being obeyed. She turned her sharp gaze toward her grandson. "And Reggie, if you don’t behave, I’ll have my butler lock you up in your room. So be good and go play with your girls somewhere else."

"But Grandma—" Reggie tried to protest, his face flushing with embarrassment and anger.

"Just go," Olivia said, her tone leaving no room for argument. It was the voice of a woman who had ruled her family with quiet but absolute power for decades.

Reggie stood there for a second longer, his jaw clenched and his fists tight at his sides, clearly unsure what to do.

Finally, with a frustrated huff, Reggie turned on his heel and stormed off, his paid harem of girls trailing after him like obedient accessories.

They grabbed their drinks and glasses from the table and quickly disappeared into the crowd, heading toward another part of the grand hall to avoid further humiliation.

The tension in our small group eased slightly as they left. Olivia let out a soft sigh, her elegant posture relaxing just a fraction as she turned back to us.

Olivia shifted her weight slightly.

The movement was small but deliberate, making her curves jiggle just enough to draw my eyes and remind me why I had been so tempted by her at the beach.

She wanted me to rethink my choices, even for a brief second, as the raw, mature allure of her voluptuous figure pulled at something primal inside me.

Olivia gave me a long, measured look, her expression unreadable. "Well then," she said smoothly, composing herself. "It seems we have a lot to talk about, don’t we, Alex?"