I freeze.
I never thought I would be in this situation, but here I am.
It doesn’t take me long to decide what to do. I finish walking toward him and tap him on the shoulder. Slowly, Owen, my boyfriend, soon-to-be ex, turns around and looks at me with wide eyes.
“Olive. Hi, baby! Uh…this isn’t what it looks like,” Owen says.
I slap him hard across the cheek. “We are through, Owen.”
I turn back and walk toward Sean, angrier than I have ever been. Owen wasn’t perfect; I knew that. But I loved him, and he loved me—or so I thought. Now, that’s gone.
I look over at Sean, who now has a large grin on his face. I know I’m about to do something else I never thought I would do. I’m going to fuck my boss.
Part II
7
Sean
Olive slapped the guy. My eyes are so wide that they are practically popping out of my head as I stare at her. I can’t believe that she is the same woman who wouldn’t even tell me to slow down when I was driving at reckless speeds. This woman has two very different sides to her personality. I just can’t figure out which one is the real her.
She hasn’t even slapped me yet, and she hates me. So, whatever this guy did must have been really bad. Or she thought that it would impress me since she couldn’t get the guy to buy her a drink.
Olive stares at me as she walks back to our table.
“What was that?” I ask.
“Can we go?” Olive asks.
I raise an eyebrow. “Is that a question or statement?”
She sighs. “I don’t have time for your tests or training or whatever this is right now. I want to go. Now.”
I nod and get up from the booth, but she doesn’t immediately storm out. Instead, she freezes. I put my hand on the small of her back because, honestly, it looks like she needs me to guide her out of the restaurant and keep her standing.
When we finally get to the front of the restaurant, the hostess goes and gets my coat. I take it from her and help Olive into it. She puts it on, but it’s almost like she’s a zombie. Her eyes are blank, and she’s just going through the motions. She’s not really here with me.
I guide her outside where the valet, thankfully, already has my car waiting. The valet opens the door, and I help her into the car before going around to the driver’s side. But I don’t immediately start driving off. I need answers. Now.
“What happened back there?” I ask.
“Did you see what happened with the guy at the bar?” Olive asks.
I nod.
Of course I watched her at the bar. I’d set up this test for her, hoping that seeing her hit on another man would make me stop wanting to fuck her. But it backfired on me. Seeing her attempt to pick up another man drove me even wilder with need. My whole body grew furious at the sight of her anywhere near another man. Because I want her for myself. I don’t want to share.
“Well, the guy sucking face with the blonde was Owen, my boyfriend.”
My eyes widen. The boyfriend was real. I truly thought it was something she’d made up.
“Well, ex-boyfriend now anyway.
” She looks up at me, cocking her head to one side as she studies me. “I guess you aren’t going to tell me that you’re sorry.”
“Would it help?”
“No, it wouldn’t.”