Page 29 of The Final Straw

Van

Fuck!

Seeing Olivia here wasn’t part of my plan. I’m meeting Barbi here to make her confess that she drugged me that night and I never willingly cheated on Olivia. I need my woman back, and I’m not stopping until that happens.

But here, in the most inopportune of places, is Olivia.

Her eyes are full of pain as she gazes back at me, crushing my heart even more. All my body wants to do is run to her, wrap her up in my arms, and beg her to believe me. However, she isn’t alone.

She’s here with two older guys! Who the fuck are they, anyway?

The way they’re looking at her isn’t in a familial way, but one full of want and desire. I know it well because I look at her the same way.

Olivia stands and one of the men wraps his arm around her, whisking her toward the back entrance, while the other handles their bill, then follows suit.

I’m so stunned by this turn of events I don’t even react and chase after her. But even if this curveball hadn’t floored me, I can’t chase after her this moment. Right now, Olivia hates me, thinking I betrayed her. I need to get that conniving fucking cunt to set the record straight.

The only bright spot in this whole shit show of a day is that at least that inflatable snake wasn’t here yet. If Olivia saw me with her, it would ruin any chance of fixing this fucked up situation.

“Vanny baby,” a high-pitched, fake voice purrs from behind at the same time a long, pink manicured hand slides around my waist before slipping underneath the waistband of my jeans.

I quickly take hold of her hand, pulling it out before she has a chance to grip my cock, and turn around to face her.

“Don’t do that!” I growl at her through clenched teeth.

“Why, baby? I missed you so much,” she whines.

Wait! Oh, God.

Fuck! My mind is racing. Did Olivia see her come in? Does she think I’m meeting her because we’re together now?

Shit! I feel like I’m going to throw up.

“I’m going to go to the bathroom. Can you grab us a table, Barb?”

“Barbi!” she corrects me as she stomps her foot, crossing her arms over her chest.

I don’t even acknowledge her, just roll my eyes as I turn and rush through the crowd toward the bathroom. I’m so caught up in my thoughts I almost slam into the petite server coming out of the kitchen, barely missing sending the tray in her arms from crashing to the ground.

“I’m so sorry,” rushes from my mouth as I continue to the bathroom.

Slamming the door open, I rush to the sink, gripping the counter as I try to calm myself. It doesn’t work. Why did I agree to meet Barbi in public? Simple, idiot, you didn’t want her to come to your house.

I reach into my pocket and pull out my phone, calling my only ally in this whole shit of a fiasco.

It rings once, twice, three times, and my heart races, knowing it’s about to go to voicemail. But just before it does, she answers.

“Whatcha want, Van?”

I’m in such a panic my words all come out in a frenzy. “Olivia was at the restaurant when I got here. She left almost at the same time as Barbi came in and I don’t know if they saw each other.”

“Calm down. Don’t worry about whether Olivia saw her or not. You can’t change that. I’ll find out and see if I can do damage control, but you need to focus on getting the confession. If you’re worked up about something, she’ll notice and figure out this is all a sham. Do not for any reason mention Olivia being there,” she orders me through the phone.

She’s right. I need to pull myself together, but it’s not just the possibility of Olivia seeing Barbi and knowing I was meeting her here, it’s the men she was with.

“Bre, she was with two older men and they looked really comfortable together. Tell me the truth, did she already move on? Has she found someone else? Why am I even putting myself through this whole meeting with Barbi if she doesn’t even want to be with me?” God, I feel like a whiny pansy boy.

“Oh my god, calm down, Van. Two silver foxes, you say? I don’t know about any older men. Were they hot? Shit, I didn’t think my girl had it in her. I wonder if she’s banging both of them? One for each hole. Yes, my girl is a freak.” Bre cackles, and I can hear her clapping like an excited kid.

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