Chapter 15

Van

Fuck!

Seeing Olivia here wasn't part of my plan. I'm meeting Barbi here to make her confess that she drugged me that night and I never willingly cheated on Olivia. I need my woman back, and I'm not stopping until that happens.

But here, in the most inopportune of places, is Olivia.

Her eyes are full of pain as she gazes back at me, crushing my heart even more. All my body wants to do is run to her, wrap her up in my arms, and beg her to believe me. However, she isn't alone.

She's here with two older guys! Who the fuck are they, anyway?

The way they're looking at her isn't in a familial way, but one full of want and desire. I know it well because I look at her the same way.

Olivia stands and one of the men wraps his arm around her, whisking her toward the back entrance, while the other handles their bill, then follows suit.

I'm so stunned by this turn of events I don't even react and chase after her. But even if this curveball hadn't floored me, I can't chase after her this moment. Right now, Olivia hates me, thinking I betrayed her. I need to get that conniving fucking cunt to set the record straight.

The only bright spot in this whole shit show of a day is that at least that inflatable snake wasn't here yet. If Olivia saw me with her, it would ruin any chance of fixing this fucked up situation.

"Vanny baby," a high-pitched, fake voice purrs from behind at the same time a long, pink manicured hand slides around my waist before slipping underneath the waistband of my jeans.

I quickly take hold of her hand, pulling it out before she has a chance to grip my cock, and turn around to face her.

"Don't do that!" I growl at her through clenched teeth.

"Why, baby? I missed you so much," she whines.

Wait! Oh, God.

Fuck! My mind is racing. Did Olivia see her come in? Does she think I'm meeting her because we're together now?

Shit! I feel like I'm going to throw up.

"I'm going to go to the bathroom. Can you grab us a table, Barb?"

"Barbi!" she corrects me as she stomps her foot, crossing her arms over her chest.

I don't even acknowledge her, just roll my eyes as I turn and rush through the crowd toward the bathroom. I'm so caught up in my thoughts I almost slam into the petite server coming out of the kitchen, barely missing sending the tray in her arms from crashing to the ground.

"I'm so sorry," rushes from my mouth as I continue to the bathroom.

Slamming the door open, I rush to the sink, gripping the counter as I try to calm myself. It doesn't work. Why did I agree to meet Barbi in public? Simple, idiot, you didn't want her to come to your house.

I reach into my pocket and pull out my phone, calling my only ally in this whole shit of a fiasco.

It rings once, twice, three times, and my heart races, knowing it's about to go to voicemail. But just before it does, she answers.

"Whatcha want, Van?"

I'm in such a panic my words all come out in a frenzy. "Olivia was at the restaurant when I got here. She left almost at the same time as Barbi came in and I don't know if they saw each other."

"Calm down. Don't worry about whether Olivia saw her or not. You can't change that. I'll find out and see if I can do damage control, but you need to focus on getting the confession. If you're worked up about something, she'll notice and figure out this is all a sham. Do not for any reason mention Olivia being there," she orders me through the phone.

She's right. I need to pull myself together, but it's not just the possibility of Olivia seeing Barbi and knowing I was meeting her here, it's the men she was with.

"Bre, she was with two older men and they looked really comfortable together. Tell me the truth, did she already move on? Has she found someone else? Why am I even putting myself through this whole meeting with Barbi if she doesn't even want to be with me?" God, I feel like a whiny pansy boy.

"Oh my god, calm down, Van. Two silver foxes, you say? I don't know about any older men. Were they hot? Shit, I didn't think my girl had it in her. I wonder if she's banging both of them? One for each hole. Yes, my girl is a freak." Bre cackles, and I can hear her clapping like an excited kid.

"What the fuck, Bre? I thought you were trying to help me win her back and here you are excited that she was with someone else? That she could be sleeping with them?"

"Chill, Van. Damn, it isn't like she doesn't have three holes. There's still one for you. What's wrong with her being treated like the goddess that she is? If you truly love and want her, you'll fight for her, even if it means she's not solely yours."

"But when did she even meet them?" There's no way she was seeing them while she was with me. She's not like that.

She's quiet for a moment, like she's trying to think before she speaks again.

"Well, I took her out dancing a week or so ago so she could stop wallowing over your ass. She did meet two sexy ass old dudes, and she ended up leaving with them."

Bre's calm as hell, but now I'm even more chaotic. "She went home with them?" I ask, but I'm not even sure I want to know the answer.

"Yup. She sure as hell did. Olivia was thinking about seeing them again, so I'm pretty confident that's who you saw."

She's moved on. Barbi made her believe I was unfaithful and pushed her away for good. There's no way she's going to want me.

"Why am I even doing this then, Bre? It's clear she's moved on. She met not one but two men, went home with them, and is continuing to see them. Shit, Bre, you didn't see the look in her eyes when she saw me."

I can feel the walls of the bathroom crashing in on me. A stall door opens and an elderly man steps out and washes his hands. He keeps glancing over at me, and I know he feels pity for me. He finishes up, pulling a paper towel from the dispenser, and dries his hands.

I think he's about to leave when he stops and places his hand on my shoulder. "I don't know what you did, son, but if you love her, fight for her." With those words of wisdom, he turns and leaves the bathroom.

"Van, Earth to Van, are you there? Did you pass out and hit your head on the sink? Are you lying in a pool of blood as you take your last breath? Should I call 911? Because if you're dead, there's no need to."

"What?" I ask, confused at what the hell she's talking about.

"He lives. Thank god. I thought I was going to have to break into your house for a minute, erase your porn history, and check your dresser for anything you wouldn't want your mother to find."

"Bre, can we be serious here?"

"What makes you think I'm not? But, like I was saying before you zoned out, it's a no-brainer why you're doing this. Do I need to list the reasons? First, if Barbi touched you without consent, it's a crime no matter what, and she needs to be punished. Second, and most important, you want your woman back. That's something you seem to keep forgetting."

"But she's with others already!" I blurt in frustration.

"So, who cares? Van, get your head out of your ass. I pose for covers all the time for books that are more than two people together. It's not that crazy. Maybe she'll keep all of you for her own little harem. I knew my girl was a kinky little bitch. But you don't need to worry about that right now. The only thing you need to be focused on is getting that bitch's confession. That's the only thing that's going to prove to Olivia and anyone else that you didn't cheat on her. Now, get your ass out of the bathroom and back to Barbi. She's probably wondering what's taking you so long."

"Okay. Fine." I end the call, sliding my phone back into my pocket.

Taking a deep breath, knowing I'm going to need to stay composed to deal with the daughter of Lucifer himself, I take hold of the door and open it.

I count to calm my nerves while I head down the hallway. When I reach the first table, I see Barbi sitting in a booth, compact in hand, as she touches up her makeup. Even now, she has a prissy ass scowl on her face. Well, until she glances up and sees me.

She begins squirming in her seat as she bats her lashes. God, I'm going to be sick.

"What took you so long?" she asks as I step up to the table, shifting to sit down across from her.

"My boss called and I had to take it." She wraps her claws around my arm and pulls me down beside her. "No, Vanny baby, I want you to sit here so we can cuddle together."

"I've told you to stop calling me that," I remind her.

"Why?" she whines shrilly and my eardrums ring.

"One, and most importantly, I hate it. Second, I'm not your baby. We're not together. Never have been, never will be. It took you drugging me to get me to have sex with you," I say through gritted teeth, trying my damndest to not cause a scene since we're in public.

She pouts and I fight to keep from rolling my eyes. I need to remember what I'm here for. To get her to confess that she fucking drugged and raped me. Because Bre is right, that's exactly what it was.

"Whatever. I know how you really feel. Your cock told me everything I needed to know. When can we fuck again, baby? I need to burn off some frustration. My dad is being such an ass lately."

Is she for real?

"I'm not sleeping with you, Barbi. The only thing I want from you is to admit what you did. That you drugged me and forced me to have sex with you." I glare at her, jaw clenched.

Barbi just looks back at me, an evil glint in her eyes, before she smirks. "Now why would I do that, Vanny baby? You wanted me. You were practically begging to fuck me, complaining about how you should have chosen me that night instead of Olivia." She holds out her hand as she looks at her nails. "Do you think I should go classic with a French manicure or get a design?"

She rambles on and every time I bring up that night, she quickly changes the subject of conversation. I know I won't get what I need most from her today. Fuck, I need Bre to help me figure out what to do now. This is going to be harder than I thought. We're going to need a Plan B.