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He chokes out a laugh. “Oh, honey. I’m more interested in men like you, didn’t you know?”
I blanch.
I hadn’t known Roland was gay, but it doesn’t matter. He’s still an obstacle to Olivia. To getting her back. To becoming the man she deserves.
“I won’t hurt her again. But I won’t turn her away if she comes to me.”
He snorts and rolls his eyes. “What makes you think she’ll come to you?”
I shrug. “I’ve grown up and learned from my mistakes, so I’ll go to hell and back to show her she can trust me and I’m the right man for her.”
Roland rolls his eyes again and takes his drink, heading back toward Marie and Olivia, who are talking in the corner of the club.
Great.
Everyone in her life hates me. Well, I mean, maybe not Marie. But Olivia’s still pissed about how I left things.
Not that I can blame her.
And after all of it, after traveling the world, finally settling down with a good job, something I should have done years ago–I still want her.
Olivia is still endgame for me, and there’s nothing anyone can do to change that.
We’re meant to be together. She’ll see that soon enough.
She has to.
Chapter Five
OLIVIA
“You kissed him?”Marie gapes at me, and I heave the deepest sigh.
“I know. I’m an idiot.”
“I didn’t say that.” She pats my shoulder. “We’re drunk, it’s a party–kissing your ex is like the least surprising thing you could have done.”
I frown. “Good to know I’m predictable.”
Roland walks over, bringing me a drink, which I shoot back quickly, gulping down the alcohol as the warmth blooms through my chest.
Thank God for booze. Tonight, at least.
“I told him I’d kill him if he hurt you again,” Roland says, and I can’t help but laugh.
“Roland, you couldn’t hurt a fly.”
He puts up his dukes playfully. “Little do you know I beat the shit out of a bully in fourth grade. I’m sure I’ve still got it.”
Marie laughs, taking my hands and tugging me out onto the dance floor. “Let’s forget about boys and dance.”
I’m reluctant until she gets me out on the floor, and my favorite song comes on.
I shake out my arms and legs, allowing myself to feel the music and just dance with Marie and Roland. I’m all tied-up, knotted in a way, and I’ve been that way for weeks.
Kissing Dominic didn’t make it any better.
One last kiss.
