Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 99494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
“Let’s not think about it right now and just have fun.” She stands, downing what’s left of her drink and holding out her hand. “Come on. I want to get the full experience.”
“I’m not dancing.” I shake my head at her as the open floor of the bar begins to fill with people, most of them already drunk.
“You are. You can’t let me dance alone.” She bends, then grabs my hand and pulls me out of my seat.
“Reb—”
“Finish this.” She pushes my glass toward my lips, and I sigh.
“Fine.” I swallow the rest of my drink, then pick up my phone and put it in my purse, which is slung across my body, letting her lead me into the crowd that has continued to grow.
I don’t think I’ve danced in a bar since college. I forgot about the rush it gives you when the bass sinks into your bones. The sound of the music drowns everything out, even my worries, and before long, I get lost in the happiness I feel radiating off my best friend as she sings at the top of her lungs to country songs that I don’t even know.
When another song begins to play with a tempo much slower than the last few, Rebecca grabs my hand and pulls me from the crowd. “Let's get another drink.”
“Sure.” I follow her to the bar, and she leans over it to get the bartender’s attention—not that it takes much effort for him to notice her. Rebecca is beautiful and grabs attention anywhere she goes, with her long, curly dark hair and willowy frame. As she’s ordering us each another martini, my cell phone begins to ring, so I step back from the bar and pull it from my bag.
Dread fills the pit of my stomach when I see it’s Liam calling, but still, I slide my finger across the screen.
“Hey,” I answer, pressing my phone tight to my ear so I can hear over the sound of the music and people talking around me.
“I just left Bax,” he says in greeting, his tone angry. “What the fuck are you thinking, Olivia?”
“Li—”
“Let’s say that I ignore the fact that he’s my best friend, which is beyond fucked up,” he cuts me off. “But you do know he’s fucked half the women in town, right?”
Okay, that makes me want to puke, but still. “That’s not fair.”
“Not fair? What’s not fair is my little sister going behind my back and dating my best friend, who also happens to be my boss. What do you think is going to happen when he gets tired of you and cuts you off like every other chick he’s been with?”
“I didn’t go behind your back,” I murmur, leaving out a reply to the rest because even thinking about things between Bax and me coming to an end makes me feel more nauseated than the idea of him sleeping with a bunch of other women in the past.
“It’s not happening.”
“What?” I shake my head while looking up at Rebecca, who is holding our drinks.
“You’re going to call and tell him that it’s not happening, that it’s not going to work out between the two of you.”
“I’m not going to do that, Liam,” I tell him gently but firmly.
“Where are you?”
“Liam—”
“Where are you, Olivia?”
“You already know I’m out with Rebecca.”
“Where?” he barks.
“Why?”
“Never mind,” he mutters right before he hangs up. Dragging my cell from my ear, I shake my head and pull up Bax’s number.
“Is everything okay?” Rebecca asks, holding our drinks.
“Liam’s pissed.”
Her nose scrunches as my phone begins to ring in my hand. Seeing it’s Bax, I accept the call.
“Hey, I just got off the phone with Liam.”
“Are you okay?” he asks, concern clear in his tone.
“I’m fine.” I sigh. “Are you okay?”
“I’m good. I knew what to expect. I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”
“I’m just annoyed.” I take a sip of the martini Rebecca hands to me when her phone starts to ring.
“Just try to enjoy your night, baby.”
“I’ll try.” I watch Rebecca answer the call and hear her tell whoever she’s talking to what bar we are at.
“Is that Liam?” I ask her, and when she nods, I let out a quiet groan.
“What happened?” Bax asks.
“Liam called Rebecca, and she told him where we are. I’m guessing we have about thirty minutes before he shows up here.”
“Are you still at the bar I dropped you two off at?”
“Yeah,” I reply.
“I’m on my way.”
“I don’t know if that’s—”
“I’m on my way. See you soon.” He hangs up, and I let out a frustrated breath.
“Sorry,” Rebecca says quietly, putting her phone back in her bag. “I didn’t even think when he asked where we are.”
“It’s fine.” I take a sip of my drink. “Bax is also on his way.”
“Are they going to be okay around each other?”