Page 17 of The Final Straw

I quickly glance at the clock on my phone. Shit! I have like twenty minutes.

In a hurry, I blow-dry my hair and hastily pull it up into a high, tousled bun, leaving a few loose strands to softly brush against my cheeks. Time for makeup; my favorite part of getting ready.

The only time I probably am clean-faced is in the morning when I wake up or if we’re staying in all weekend and an idea hasn’t struck. Because if I get an idea for a look, I’ll do a full face just to post on Pinterest.

Since I had a full face of makeup on at the club that night, I've decided to go for a more natural look tonight.

I carefully apply some concealer under my eyes, seamlessly blending it for a flawless finish. I then apply eyeliner to my waterline, enhancing the natural shape of my eyes. After adding a nude lip gloss, I glance at myself from different angles to confirm that everything looks perfect. For the final touch, I spray a bit of perfume.

My phone beeps, startling me. I wake up the screen and see it’s Grady.

Grady: We’re here!

Me: Okay! I just need to put shoes on and I’ll be out.

Grady: No rush. We were coming to the door anyway like gentlemen.

Me: No need. I’m on my way.

I flip the light off and hurry to the front door, sliding on a pair of black strappy heels, and grabbing my purse. I step outside onto the stoop, immediately noticing birds chirping in the distance, and quickly lock up behind me.

As I turn around, my gaze is immediately drawn to two incredibly attractive men standing outside their car, their stylish jeans and perfectly fitted button-up shirts emphasizing their irresistible charm.

With a smile, I take a few steps down to the sidewalk and confidently strut over to them.

Let’s see where tonight takes us, shall we?

Chapter 10

Grady

Fuck me. Olivia walks down her steps, and she looks stunning. I told her low-key, and she definitely nailed it, but still looks edible.

We plan to treat her to a delicious dinner and spend quality time getting to know each other. So we’re off to our favorite Indian restaurant. Whether the night stretches beyond that point, the decision rests solely in her hands. I’d be lying if I said I haven’t been craving the taste of her on my tongue again or the feel of her hand wrapped around my cock.

With a smile, I greet her and pull her into a tight hug, cherishing the familiar feel of her in my arms. “You look amazing, Ollie.”

“Thank you,” she says, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink. “I have to admit, I was a little unsure of what to wear. So I hope I’m not underdressed.”

“No. What you have on is fine, darling. It’s just dinner. However, I’m now convinced you could wear a paper sack and it would be sexy.” Kipp pulls her to him and kisses her temple.

“Come on. We want to get there before it gets busy.” I grab the door handle and open it, allowing her and Kipp to get in the car first.

Climbing in after them, I immediately feel the coziness of the backseat, with Olivia nestled between us.

“All set, sir?” Norbert asks.

“Yes. Thank you, Norbert. You can proceed to our destination," Kipp confidently tells him.

Olivia turns to look at Kipp, her eyes filled with curiosity. "So mysterious… our destination," she muses.

“How was your week?” I ask.

Her body gracefully turns, bringing her face to face with me. “It went by quick, actually.”

“We weren’t texting too much, were we?” I ask, wanting to make sure we aren’t being too pushy or moving too fast. This is new to us, too. We’ve never both had feelings for someone like this and it’s all very sudden.

We haven’t done the whole dating thing since, well, it’s been years.

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