Page 12 of Accidental Theirs
It isn’t like Marie isn’t my type. She’s everyone’s type, with her honey-blonde hair and blue eyes. It’s just that I can’t get a pair of pale green eyes out of my head, and I haven’t been able to for years.
Stupid.Monumentally stupid for ever leaving her.
But at the time...
I shake my head.
It’s not the time to be thinking about what might have been. If I can just talk to Olivia, just see her for a few minutes... maybe I can convince her that I’m a different man now.
“I think I’ll go find her.”
Marie bites her lip. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Dom. She doesn’t want to talk to you.”
I sigh.
I suppose Olivia has told her all about our fling, and how badly it ended.
I’m not surprised. I know that Olivia and Marie have been friends for a long time.
I don’t say anything more, just make my way through the crowd and stand near the hallway to the bathrooms, hoping to see Olivia coming out.
Instead, I see a huge, stinking drunk man with his hand above some leggy brunette’s head.
She looks uncomfortable, and as I get closer, I realize it’s Olivia.
Rage rushes through me, and I shoulder-check the man.
He stumbles backward, holding up his hands.
“Didn’t know she was your girl,” he slurs, and stumbles away.
Olivia looks up at me, but the gratitude on her face fades to a blank expression.
“Dominic.”
“Olivia.”
There’s so much I want to say.
I love you and I was stupid for ever leaving and I want you back. I want you back so badly.
The words catch in my throat.
She fiddles with the bottom of her blouse. “Been a long time.”
She looks amazing, her long legs shown off in a short skirt, and I struggle to keep my eyes on her pretty face.
“Too long. Olivia, I?—”
A woman nearly falls into the wall coming to the bathroom, and Olivia rights her.
The girl smiles drunkenly at her and staggers into the bathroom.
“It’s loud here. Should we go out to the alley so we can talk?”
She shakes her head. “I don’t know if we have anything to talk about.”
She doesn’t want to talk to me. Of course, she doesn’t. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have blocked my number, would she?
