Page 24 of The Final Straw

Bre chases behind me, calling my name, but I don’t stop until I’ve made it to my car.

“That was a waste of time. What am I going to do? No one believes me, and I can’t prove shit.”

“I believe you, Van. Olivia will too. We just need to talk to her. You need a chance to explain it to her, just like you did me. This video was hard for her to watch, but if she watched it again and paid more attention, I think, no, I know she would see the same thing as me.”

“Then what do I do, Bre?” I’m about to burst into tears. Olivia was my everything, and I lost her. Life is nothing without her.

“We need proof. Since the video isn’t enough, I’ll beat a confession out of her fake, plastic ass.”

“You’d do that for me?” I ask.

“I’d do it for Olivia.”

Chapter 13

Olivia

The shoot went amazing and I don’t think I’ve laughed so much in a long time. Vera was so fun and ready to do whatever idea I came up with. She even booked another shoot for some work headshots, which surprised me, since she hadn’t even seen the prints from this session.

Now, I want to get to the guys’ house. I miss them already and may be slightly jealous that I missed out on their playtime last night. They got me worked up in the car and then I had to go home because of my job. I love what I do, but damn, that was definitely one of the times being an adult sucked.

I jump in the shower, and while I let the conditioner sit, I touch up my bits and pits. Grabbing my razor, I glide it over my mound, making sure that shit is smooth as hell. If Bre knew I was cheating on our standing Brazilian appointment, she’d spank my ass, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

Van never minded a little growth, hell it could have been a full bush, and he’d still get all up in there. Kipp and Grady are new though, so I don’t know their preferences and I’m airing on the side of getting dick.

After rinsing my hair and making sure everything is silky smooth, I turn the water off and step out of the shower. My favorite green and pink towel is waiting for me. It might be weird to have a favorite towel, but this one has never lost its softness, and it’s the perfect length to wrap around me and not have anything hanging out.

The worst thing is getting out of a hot bath and your towel doesn’t fit you nicely.

Wiping the fog from the mirror with my hand, I grimace at the streaks it will make for me later. We’re watching a movie, so I don’t want to get too done up, but also it’s only our third date. So, I’m still trying to look hot.

Excitement fills me as I wrap my hair up in my soft microfiber wrap, a smile lighting up my face, thinking about seeing Grady and Kipp.

Grabbing my phone, I turn on my makeup playlist and get to work. I do a smokey red eye with bright blue on the lower lash line. Drop a little white shimmer in my corners and coat my lashes in mascara. Turning my head side to side to make sure the blush and contour are flawless, I decide to add a bold wing. The liquid liner goes on smoothly.

Done!

Now for this mop on my head. Taking the wrap off, I toss it on the counter and comb out my hair before blow-drying it with my round brush. Once my curls are soft and loose, I spray a little something to keep the frizz under control and head off to get dressed.

This is the easy part, I know exactly what I’m wearing. Sliding on a black skater skirt, my oversized cream sweater with fluffy mauve sleeves, and my UGG boots.

“Shit!” I curse, rushing back to the bathroom and spritzing some Kenneth Cole Black on my wrists and behind my ears. “Okay, Olivia. Now, you’re ready to go.”

The drive to their house goes by in a blur of blasting Dylan’s Dad by Geena Fontanella and laughing at how relatable this song is to my life.

Before I can knock on the door, Grady swings it open and rips me toward him. “Fuck, baby. You look stunning.” He buries his face in my neck. “Damn, you even smell sexy.”

I giggle and push away from him. “Are you sure you’re in your forties?” I tease.

“Mmm, baby, don’t test me. I’ll show you just how young I feel with you in front of me.” He grabs my hand and presses it against the crotch of his pants so I can feel his already hard length.

“Later,” I purr.

“Well, come in. Kipp is in the movie room waiting impatiently.” He rolls his eyes. “He may or may not have downloaded the new Fast and Furious movie and is gnawing at the bit to watch it.”

“Jason Statham and Tyrese Gibson.” I fan my face. “Sign me up!”

I kick my boots off, and sure enough, when we step into the room, Kipp is on the couch lounging. “About time. What did you do, stop for a quickie on your way in here?”

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