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Chapter 1:- Waking Up In Vegas
OLIVIA
My head felt like it was filled with cement. My tongue felt like a rabbit had climbed on my face and stuck its ass in my mouth. I tried to open my eyes, but matted hair was covering the half of my face that wasn't buried in a pillow.
How the hell did I get back to my room? Ugh...I'm gonna kill Felicity for pushing those damn shots. I'm going to kill Mercedes for promoting my bad behavior.
'You need to loosen up Olivia', 'You just finished one of your biggest jobs and the biggest paycheck, it is time to celebrate', 'Come on, give yourself one night. What's the worst that could happen? Waking up with a hang over?', 'We'll keep an eye on you, we promise.'
“Ugh!” I groaned and tried to roll over. “What the..?” I groaned. My body couldn't move. My arms worked, my legs were moving, but I couldn’t move. That was when I felt the extra weight covering half of my body, I froze.
Oh My God! I brought some strange guy back to my room. They let me leave with some random guy.
I moved and shifted in a way to try to not wake him up. No luck, his arm wound further around my waist and he pulled me against him.
“Rebecca...” he mumbled into the back of my head.
Had I given a fake name too? Oh lord, I'm a whore. This is no way for a mother to behave.
Buried in my shame, I tried to pull away, but it was pointless. I started to shove at him, trying to push the left arm off of me. When I grabbed his wrist and pulled back, I got myself free; however, it was the shiny band of gold on his left hand that caused me to lose what little sanity I had left.
“Oh my god! Oh my god! Crap, crap, carp!” I yelled. He was married. “Crap!” I jumped off of the bed.
“What in the hell?” I heard a growl from the bed as I grabbed my underwear and dress from the floor, on my way to the bathroom. “Olivia?”
Wait, he knew my name? Oh shit...Rebecca must be his wife!
I slammed the bathroom door behind me and locked it. Sinking to the floor I felt the tears start to stream down my face. Pulling myself up to my feet, I walked to the large mirror above the sink. I took a long look at myself.
My reflection revealed my naked body, but my face the tell tale sign. Swollen lips, bags under my eyes, and a light red mark on my neck, those were the little things that confirmed what my night had consisted.
I can't believe what I've done. What kind of person am I? What kind of mother goes out and does this?
Then the banging on the door started.
“Olivia?” I hurried and turned on the shower and climbed in, hoping that I could wash away the shame. “Olivia, are you okay?”
I scrubbed my skin over and over. When I climbed out of the shower, my bare skin was red from the force I had used to scrub. I quickly grabbed my cosmetic bag in search of my toothbrush and scrubbed the extra skin that had formed in my mouth overnight.
After I was dressed, I stepped out of the bathroom and before me on the bed lay a vaguely familiar man in only boxer briefs. He turned to me quickly and sat up on the edge of the bed.
“Olivia?”
I furrowed my brow at him. His familiarity was strange, but I shook it off as obviously having seen him last night while I was trashed like the lush I apparently had become here in Vegas.
“Are you okay?”
I nodded.
“Oh really?” he raised his brow, “Then why the freak out?”
“Okay, so I'm not exactly okay, but I'll be fine when I get back to my friends.” He stood up and walked toward me. I put my hands up in front of me, but he kept moving toward me.
“We don't have to talk about anything.” I shook my head. “I don't remember your name and even if I did, I wouldn't tell your wife or anything so...” He started laughing.
“Um...trust me when I say that she already knows.” He cocked one eyebrow in amusement at me as he got closer to me and my hands pressed against his chest.
Wow, he was really...uh...built.
He towered over me and I backed away, until I hit the wall.
“She...I...I don't understand.” I shook my head. “But it doesn't matter. I need to go.”
“I think that we should talk.” He smirked and grabbed my hand, my left hand. He brought it up to my face and held it there along side of his.
“See anything familiar?” he smiled.
“You've got to be freaking kidding me,” I exclaimed.
There on my left ring finger was a matching gold band.
“I'm afraid that it isn't a joke,” He stood tall and looked down at me fiercely.
“Oh god, I'm so sorry. I don't know how this happened. Well actually I’m pretty sure that the margaritas and shots had a lot to do with this. I assure you that I will contact a lawyer and we can get this taken care of as quickly as possible. I don’t do this sort of thing, ever.” I swallowed hard and then tried to move around him.
His arm wound around my waist and pulled me to his chest. “
You aren't getting rid of me that easily.” He whispered harshly. I jerked my head up to look at him confused. “I know that you don’t do this very often; however, it is done now.”
“But it can be undone.” I almost whispered out.
“If that’s what I want and I don’t.”
My mouth fell open.
“But…” my whispered response was cut off by his lips.
For a moment I was lost to his kiss, but the warning sirens went off in my head and I turned my face from his, cutting his lips off from me. I took a deep head clearing breath.
“Wh-what?” I exclaimed and tried to push his arms from around me.
His face was full of amusement.
“You are feisty, I’ll give you that much.” He chuckled.
“I don’t think this is funny.” I scoffed at him and kept pushing at his arms.
“I’m going to take a shower and then we can talk about all of this.”
“Are you a psychopath or something?” I blurted.
He chuckled.
“I assure you that I am not a psychopath.”
“Well, if you aren’t crazy then I think that you would agree that an annulment is the answer to this situation.” I justified as rationally as I could with his overpowering proximity. “You couldn't, as a sane person, want to remain married to a stranger.” I continued to push at his iron grip on my waist.
“I am not crazy and do not agree with an annulment.” His tone was harsh as he released me and headed toward the bathroom. “So get used to being Mrs. Knyght.” He shut the bathroom door behind him.
I heard the shower start and quickly started packing up my things. My suitcases were set up by the door, but I needed to find my cell phone. Looking around I saw my phone on a night stand. Grabbing it I saw a couple of text message alerts from Mercedes and Felicity.
Quickly I text both of them back.
“R U Ready to go?”
As I was turning away from the stand I saw his wallet. I knew it was creepy, but I needed to know who he was so that I could send the legal papers to him, at least that is how I justified going through his wallet. I took one look over my shoulder at the still closed bathroom door and listened. The water was still running in the shower so I flipped his wallet open.
Jesus Christ! How many platinum cards did a person need?
Then as I looked closer, I saw the name, Damon Knyght. I smacked myself in the head and closed his wallet. So, I hadn’t necessarily slept with and married a stranger, he was a previous client too.
Christ Olivia!
I groaned and plopped down on the side of the bed. The water shut off and I hurried to the door. Grabbing both suitcases I slipped out of my room and ran to the lobby.
“We R in Restaurant downstairs. Waiting on U.” Mercedes text back.
I quickly checked out at the front desk and hurried to the restaurant.
“Hey Liv, sit down and we will get the waitress.”
I shook my head.
“No, no, no, we need to go now.”
“But you haven’t even eaten?” Felicity eyed me like I was a mad woman.
“I’ll explain in the taxi. Let’s Go!” I know that I looked like a lunatic as I kept glancing around behind me.
Once we got into the taxi my phone beeped.
“You can’t get rid of me that easily,” it was an unknown number, but it was obvious the text was from him.
“Who’s that?” Mercedes looked nervous.
“Remember how you guys said you wouldn’t let me drink too much and that you would keep an eye on me…blah, blah, blah?” I narrowed my eyes on them as they blushed.
“Um..yeah,” Felicity mumbled out.
“Yeah well, this happened!” I held out my left hand that was sporting a gold band.
“HOLY…” Felicity started.
“SHIT!” Mercedes finished.
“Yeah, exactly!” I spit out.
“H-how did that happen?” Felicity exclaimed as she stared at my hand.
I sighed and told them what I could remember of the night.
“So, you just took off this morning?” Felicity’s eyes were bugging out.
“What would you have done? He has to be clinically insane. Telling me that I ‘can’t get rid of him that easily’! I mean what sane person acts like that. I was kind of scared that he would kidnap me if I tried to leave or something.” I put my face into my hands.
“Um…Olivia you are technically married to a multimillionaire, why would you give that up? Especially if he doesn’t want the annulment, think of the possibilities.” My head shot up. She couldn’t be serious. She wasn’t. Felicity and Mercedes broke out into a fit of laughter because of the expression on my face. I groaned and put my head back on the car seat.
“This is seriously not funny.”
“We’ll just call Owen when we get back and he will take care of the paperwork.” Felicity patted my knee to reassure me. Owen was Felicity’s older brother, a lawyer, and Mercedes’ long time crush.
“Ooohh, just make sure that I am working when he comes to deliver the papers.” Mercedes’ face lit up and she bounced in her seat. “I definitely want to see his fine ass…”
“Ew, stop Mercedes. That is my brother.” Felicity growled. Mercedes shrugged.
It wouldn’t be until the long plane ride back to Pennsylvania that I would remember more about the previous dreadful night. I remembered a tall handsome figure approach the table that I sat at while Felicity and Mercedes were dancing.
*He had made me slightly uncomfortable when he sat without asking, but had quickly changed the discomfort when he introduced himself as Damon and we started to talk about ourselves. We both enjoyed and appreciated various types of music, enjoyed reading classic books, as well as food; though he enjoyed eating food and I enjoyed making food. I also couldn’t help but feel as if I had seen him before. It was like an odd form of déjà vu.
After mentioning that I was in a relationship with someone his demeanor changed and he began questioning me. I wasn’t comfortable with the questions, so I got up to excuse myself. He stopped me and apologized for being so rude. I had smiled lightly, told him it was okay, and continued toward the ladies room.
When I emerged I noticed that he was no longer at our table so I returned. I found another drink waiting on me courtesy of Mercedes I’m sure, so I tossed it back. After a second refill, he returned to the table. The night turned into a blur of drinks, laughter, gambling, dancing, and then him convincing me to go to a casino with him; however, along the way was the chapel. We ended up inside and getting married, purchasing the two gold bands there. His kiss was intense and deep, even in front of the few people that were at the little chapel. My body flooded with heat at the memory.
We skipped the casino and ended up in my hotel room. Just getting the door shut his hands were gripping the zipper on my dress and pulling it off of my body. I giggled as I watched the green dress fly across the room.
He was practically ripping his clothes from his body as he stalked toward me. When he reached me his shirt was off and his pants were undone and sagging on his hips. He was definitely built well and my hands roamed from the V of his hips up over his chest.
My lips were devoured by his as he pushed me back onto the bed and crawled over me. My underwear and bra were nothing for him, and were soon on the floor with my dress. There was an animalistic way about his actions, like he craved physical connection. I could hear rumbles in his chest as he would lick or nip at my skin or as I would lick or nip hi, especially when I fisted his hair in my hands.
The moment his pants were on the floor I felt him push my legs further apart and climb between them. I could feel the swollen tip of his erection at my entrance and he growled as he thrust into me.
“Condom,” I had panted out, but he didn’t stop and I couldn’t do anything but pant and scream out.
It felt amazing. I had never had someone make me feel like they were completely devouring my body during sex, but he did.*
“We are twenty minutes out of Pittsburgh. We hope that you have enjoyed your flight with us today,” Snapped me out of my memory.
I groaned and covered my face, taking deep breaths to calm the heat that had engulfed me just from memories.
I would fix this. First, I had to deal with Erik and I was sure that this would be the end of us. Second, I had to contact my lawyer and get the papers prepared and sent to him. Third, I promised myself that I would never return to Vegas again.
Once I was back in my apartment over the bakery in Pittsburgh I took a shower, got dressed, and headed to the local pharmacy. The memory had not only made me to remember most of the occurrences, but it also enlightened me that no condom had been used.
Nothing screams slut louder than mumbling to a pharmacist that you need a Plan B tablet. I swear the technician gave me the once over look when I asked for it. And when she handed it back she had a damn smirk on her face.
“Thanks,” I snapped out at her as I took the little white bag and headed to the register, grabbing a bottle of water along the way. The next plan was to call my doctor and get some tests set up. I took the pill as soon as I left the pharmacy and headed back to my apartment.
I opened my apartment door and heard the voice of my angel.
“Mumma!” Alex ran and leaped into my arms.
“Hey baby,” I breathed out in a sigh of relief. I picked him up and held my eighteen month old son tightly in a hug.
“Welcome home.” My father smiled at me warmly as he entered from the kitchen. He kissed the side of my head. “Did you have a good trip?”
I forced a smile. “Yes, it was, nice.”
How do you tell your father that you had sex and married a stranger…or rather a previous client? I don’t think Hallmark makes that card.
“Liv…?” He could tell something was up.
“It was nice, really. I’m just tired.” I moved passed him.
I heard him sigh at my reluctance to say anything else.
“Do you want me to stick around and keep an eye on Alex while you rest from the trip?”
“You don’t have to do that. Honestly, I’ll be fine.” I placed Alex back down on his feet and he ran off toward his room. I turned back to my father.
“You’re sure?” He eyed me closely.
“Don’t use those interrogation tactics on me,” I laughed. “I’m not a criminal.”
He smiled broadly at getting caught trying to ‘read’ me.
“Sorry, but you seem a little shaken.”
I walked over and hugged him.
“I am fine. I promise you.”
He hugged me back. “If you say so, but you know you can tell me anything right?”
“Of course,” Internally I groaned.
“Okay, well I’m gonna get going so that I can get back home before dark. You take care and make sure you guys come visit me soon.”
“I promise.” I smiled and kissed his cheek before he turned and walked out the door.
Four in the morning arrived quickly. I was dressed and on my second cup of coffee before I headed down the inside stairs to the bakery. Alex was still sleeping, so I put up his baby gate in his door and brought the baby monitor down stairs with me.
First, I started pulling out the pre-made items from the fridge and got the ovens going. Second, I put on my apron and started getting all the flour, sugar, yeast, and other ingredients out. Third, I started throwing said ingredients into the large mixers and turning them on. As I was straightening up the first of my many daily messes Mercedes danced into the room.
“Good morning,” she practically sang.
“Hey Ced.” I sipped at my coffee.
“Alex still sleeping?” She yawned and stretched. I nodded. She put on an apron and headed into the office.
I turned my attention back to the mixers, which were finished. The contents were properly mixed so I took out the dough and placed it on top of the large floured table. I kneaded the dough, sliced it into small pieces and then rolled it into its circular shape. Once a tray was filled I shoved them all in the large refrigerators.
“Morning Liv!” Sarah walked in and was hanging her stuff up by the door.
“Hey,” I shouted as I wiped down the table.
“So, how was Vegas?” she grabbed an apron and headed straight to the oven, pulling out trays and checking them.
“It was…fun,” I forced a smile and turned back to wiping down the table.
“Yeah…fun is a word you could use.” Mercedes giggled as she walked out of the office with the ‘black book’.
“Liv, today you have three consultations. Sarah, you have two, and…hey where is Emily?”
I shrugged. “She hasn’t arrived yet.”
“Well, she has two as well.” She closed the book. “What can I do to help?”
“Come help me with the bagels.” Sarah shouted over her shoulder as she was pulling out trays.
I had moved on to the muffin mixtures. Once they were poured into the muffin trays, Sarah and Mercedes took over. Looking up at the clock I saw that it was now almost seven.
“I’m going to head up to check on Alex and get his breakfast ready for him. Call me if you need me, okay?”
“Yeah, yeah…oh wait…your first consult is in an hour. It’s a birthday.” Mercedes shouted to me as I headed up the stairs. I waved my hand over my head to acknowledge her.
Alex was still asleep, so I prepared the French toast and allowed it to soak in the fridge while I lay down on the couch. I got to nap for about thirty minutes when I heard Alex shouting.
“Mumma!”
“Coming baby!” I stretched and headed to get him from his crib. Grabbing him from under his arms I pulled him onto my hip. “You know soon you will need a big boy bed.” I ruffled his hair and kissed him on top of his head.
I was extremely lucky to have Alex, even doing it all on my own. It was a year after the bakery had officially opened that I decided to have a baby. My father told me it was crazy, my mother was all ‘female power’, and my friends just wanted me to be sure about it. I understood the hesitation from my father and friends. There was no man in my life. In fact, there were no prospects of one. My last boyfriend was killed right after college in a motorcycle accident. That was when I was twenty years old.
We both had been on the motorcycle, traveling to celebrate that I had finished two years of culinary school. I had decided that I didn’t want to do anymore college courses. I wanted to get out into the world and make my own name for myself. We were celebrating that I was done with school and was planning to start my job as an instructor at the Culinary School I attended.
The air had been cool and damp on my face after the fresh rain. Unfortunately we hit a slick spot and the motorcycle collapsed to its side. Isaac pulled my leg up as we fell over and spun across the blacktop. I was thrown and bruised, Isaac having protected me as much as he could from the crash. Isaac was pinned under the motorcycle, but alive. He was alive until a truck rounded a corner and slammed into him. The driver had tried to stop, but the wet pavement caused him to slide directly into Isaac and the bike.
Isaac died about an hour after reaching the hospital and I was trapped in a bed the whole time. Tests were being run and x-rays taken. When I was finally released I left with broken ribs, broken wrist, a concussion, bruises, and an unexpected pregnancy. At first I was terrified but as soon as I had come to terms with becoming a single mother, I lost the baby. The doctors claimed that it could have been from all the stress of the accident and the grief. All I knew was it felt as if I had lost Isaac twice.
When I was twenty two I made the decision to have a baby. At first I felt like I was as crazy as my family and friends thought I was, but then I realized that I really did want a child. There would be no father, no attachment for me except to the baby and that’s what I wanted. So, when I was twenty four I gave birth to the most beautiful little boy and became a single mother.
Here in my arms was the best thing to every happen in my life. From the moment he was born he was my universe. His first smile, steps, words, and watching him grow over the past eighteen months has been the joy in my life.
My father was immediately enamored with his grandson, Alexander Isaac Harlow. My mother was the doting grandmother, though she lived miles away in California. My best friend, Mercedes, was my biggest support. She was my Lamaze partner, stood with me when I delivered Alex, and ‘Auntie Cedie’ has really been his second mother.
Currently I had been in a casual relationship with my long time friend Erik. We were close when I live with my father, but had fallen apart during the college years. It was during a trip back to Beaver when I took Alex to see my dad that I ran into him again. Coincidentally, he was working as a mechanic in Pittsburgh, so we picked our friendship back up. He expressed interest in getting together, but I had avoided going in that direction. After some coaxing from my mother and from Felicity, I finally agreed to a date. Since then it has been a casual relationship, though we had slept together once.
“Toast,” Alex blurted as he played with the bananas that I had put on his highchair tray.
“You’re supposed to eat those, not smoosh them.” I laughed as I flipped his French toast.
“Smooooosh,” he slurred and I laughed. His smile lit up his face.
When his French toast was finished I cut it up, placed it on his tray, and cleaned up the kitchen. My phone beeped and thinking that it was probably Mercedes I picked it up quickly.
“Good morning, Mrs. Knyght” was what the message said. It was an unfamiliar number, the unfamiliar, familiar number. I quickly scrolled through my text messages and saw that it was his number.
Who else would call me that?
My stomach knotted and a wave of nausea came over me. I needed to call Owen soon, this guy was crazy. I ignored the message and started to clean up Alex. Once he was clean we headed down to the bakery. I placed him is his baby proofed and gated area.
“Liv, the consult is waiting out at the table.” Mercedes yelled from the office.
“Can you keep an eye on Alex?” I walked passed her and grabbed my clip board that she was holding out for me.
“You know it.” She answered and as I headed out to the front of the bakery I could hear her talking to him. “Hey there little man, how are you this morning? Want to come help me make some phone calls?”
The door closed behind me and I was greeted to a few of our regular morning customers.
“Hey Liv,” I turned and saw Mrs. Dorn at the counter. Mrs. Dorn was in her early fifties with such a jovial personality, all of the bakeries patrons loved her.
“Good morning,” I smiled and headed toward a table with two women.
“Hello, I’m Olivia Harlow.” I held out my hand.
“Hi, I’m Vanessa Grovings, and this is my daughter Lesley.” She took my hand and shook it.
“So, we are doing a birthday cake?” I asked and clicked my pen to start making notes.
She nodded. “Sixteenth birthday.”
“For Lesley, I assume?” She nodded and looked to her daughter. “So, Lesley, what kind of cake are you looking to get?”
“Well, my party is based on Alice in Wonderland, so I’d really like to have a cake that reflects the theme.” She spoke softly and politely.
“Okay, what about something based off of the Mad Hatter’s Tea Party? You know where they sing the ‘Very Merry Unbirthday’ song?” I was making small cake sketches as I talked.
I looked up and she has a huge smile. “That is perfect!” Her eyes shone with excitement.
“What about something like this?” I held up my sketch of a three tiered cake. “The bottom layer would resemble a green and white chess board pattern, the second layer will be solid pink with silver swirls, and the top layer will be bright blue with purple polka dots, each layer being tilted at different angles.”
Lesley nodded animatedly and I smiled. “It’s perfect.”
“Is there anything else that you wanted on the cake special?”
“Could you get the Cheshire cat on there, he is my favorite?”
“Of course,” I smiled and made the note. “Now, cake flavors? Fillings?”
We talked for another twenty minutes before we said our goodbyes and I headed back to the kitchen.
“Another Alice in Wonderland cake,” I tossed the clip board on the desk in front of Mercedes .
“That’s gotten to be really popular lately.” She picked up the paper and started filling out the official order form to attach to it.
“Yeah, it’s all of those cake shows on the Food Network.” I laughed.
“So, what are you going to do about…you know?” She looked up at me and bit her lip.
“Call Owe,” I shrugged.
“Today?” I saw the hint of a smile.
“Would you like to call his office for me to see when he can meet with me?” I smirked.
“Maybe…” Mercedes trailed off.
“Good get me an appointment or have him come here, something to take care of the mess I’ve gotten into.” I sighed.
“What are you going to tell Erik?”
I sighed heavily. “The truth,” I shrugged and stood up, heading back out to work on the current cake orders that we had.
The rest of the consultations came and went throughout the day and we ended up with plenty of orders to work on for the week. Emily and I worked together closely during the day to get the cake orders completed.
“Liv!” Mercedes yelled from the small office.
“Yeah Ced?” I shouted back.
“Owen said that he will stop by tomorrow to talk to you.”
“Thanks.”
“Oh and Erik is on the phone for you.”
I groaned. “Tell him I'll call him back. I'm in the middle of a cake.”
“Oh-Kay,” she sang out.
At the end of the day I left the kitchen to the crew to finish the clean up while I fed Alex and got him ready for the night. I was in the middle of his bath when my doorbell rang.
“Of course,” I groaned. I picked Alex out of the tub and wrapped him in a towel. We walked to the door and pulled it open.
“Hey Liv,” he kissed my forehead. “Hey there Big Al.” He kissed the top of his head.
“Uh...Erik...I was going to call you, but...” he cut me off by pushing past me into the apartment.
“I know, but I figured I would stop by and see how you guys were. I haven't seen you since you left for your trip.” He sat down on my couch.
I closed the door.
“I'm going to go get Alex dressed.” I mumbled and walked away.
After Alex was dressed I set him down and he ran into the living room. I followed. “Rik!” He yelled as he ran to Erik.
“Big Al!” He reached down and scooped him up into his lap.
“Toon.” Alex patted his hands impatiently.
“Okay, okay.” Erik picked up the remote to the TV and turned on cartoons for Alex.
I sat down in the large overstuffed chair.
“Well, at least Alex seemed to miss me.” Erik grumbled from the couch.
I ignored his comment and continued to watch cartoons until Alex started to yawn and I noticed the time.
“Okay baby, it's time for bed.”
“No.” He grumbled.
“I really don't like that you've learned that word.” I tickled his sides and he giggled.
“Good night Big Al.” Erik ruffled his hair as I picked him up and took him to his room.
Once he was in his crib with his fish aquarium crib toy lulling him to sleep, I headed back to the living room. I entered and Erik stood up from the couch, approaching me.
“Well, I think that I am going to head to bed too, I'm pretty...” his lips cut me off.
He pressed his lips firmly into mine and held the sides of my head with his hands. His tongue grazed my lips and I pulled back.
“Erik...”
“I missed you Liv. Let me stay.” His hands moved down over the sides of my arms until he gripped my hips and moved closer to me.
“Erik, not tonight, I have an early morning.”
“Olivia,” he sighed. “I really just need to be with you. You know that I lo...”
“Stop.” I pulled away. “Erik, listen to me. You know that I didn't want to push us past friendship, but I said I would try.” I took a deep breath. “I love you Erik, but it's not the way that you want me to love you or the way that I should love you.”
“Liv, I don't care. I love you enough for us both.” I tried to put more distance between us, but he moved with me.
“I know it's hard for you Olivia. I know that your thoughts always go back to Isaac. Its fine, I can love you enough. I won't leave you or hurt you...or...”
“This isn't about...him, and that's not how it works. Besides I have a...a complication that I need to deal with.”
“Complication?” He furrowed his brow at me.
“Yes, a complication. Something happened and I need to deal with it.”
“What happened? Are you okay?” He moved toward me again.
I backed up.
“You aren't going to be happy about this.”
He face hardened. “You met someone else? Are you seeing someone else Olivia?” His voice was raised.
“Shh! Damn it Erik, Alex is in bed. Maybe we should talk about this tomorrow.” I rubbed my face.
“To hell with that, tell me now.” He growled.
“Okay, but calm the hell down first.” He sat down in my previous seat and nodded his head.
“When I was in Vegas I ran into someone and well...there was a lot of alcohol involved which led me to do something really, really stupid.”
“You slept with some stranger?” His face was red with anger.
“Yes, but that's not the dumbest part.” I watched his head fall into his hands. “I...may have...um...gotten married.”
“YOU WHAT?” He was on his feet and pissed.
“Calm down!” I hissed. “And be quiet! I'm taking care of it. Tomorrow Owen is coming and...”
“I can't fucking believe that you did this Olivia? What is going on with you?” He spat at me.
I didn't say a word. I was pissed at myself and if I were him I would be angry too.
“You marry and fuck some stranger? Jesus Christ, are you a whore now?”
Okay that was all I was going to take of that.
“Get out.” I spat. “You can be angry and you can yell at me, but I will not be called a whore! Get out!”
“Olivia...I don't...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to call you...that, but I just...I can't believe that you did this. Why?” His eyes were searching my face for meaning.
“I was completely wasted and didn't know what I was doing. It wasn't intentional or planned. Things got out of control.” He stood up and walked directly to me.
“I have no idea what to say to that.” He shook his head.
“I'm sorry Erik. I...”
“Goodnight.” He turned and left my apartment.
That night I cried myself to sleep.
