Chapter 7

Olivia

Holy fuck! This is bad, really bad.

Wait! Is it?

I can't believe I'm standing in Barbi's dads' house about to do the walk of shame to their car service. When I glance at Kipp and Grady, their eyes are wide, mirroring my own, their faces reflecting the same surprise.

"How do you know Barbi?" Kipp asks, his voice tinged with intrigue and uncertainty.

Well, this is not how I wanted to end my time with my club hookup. I was kinda hoping they wanted to see me again, not in a sex setting. Instead, I'm about to tell them that their daughter is a conniving bitch and a slut.

I'm not sure they'll want to see me again after I do. When it comes to blood or a hookup, we all know blood will come first.

Looking between them, I take a deep breath, mustering up the courage.

"She was my best friend. We've known each other since high school. Remember the person I mentioned? She's the one. The one who fucked my boyfriend while I was out of town. The reason I met you two. I was out last night getting over him and now I went and fucked not only her dad, but his husband as well." I'm rambling, but this is so ironic. I can't believe this is my life.

Kipp and Grady stand slack jawed, their intense gaze locked on me. It's clear that neither of them has anything to say. Their silence speaks volumes and confirms my previous thoughts.

Not only am I wrapping my mind around the fact that I unknowingly served revenge on Barbi, but I think they are, too.

She fucked my boyfriend, so I fucked her dads. Not that I did it intentionally. It was some fucked up cosmic karma.

That thought has laughter bubbling up and despite my best efforts to contain it, the sound escapes my lips, echoing in the entryway.

"Are you okay? What's wrong? Why are you laughing?" Kipp takes a step closer to me, causing me to instinctively move backward.

"Well, I told myself I was going to punch her in the mouth next time I saw her. No offense. But this… this… is better. And it wasn't even intentional. Also, you're not stuck-up dicks like she always said."

"Thanks," Kipp chuckles lightly. "Maybe we should cancel the car so we can talk more."

"No, I need to go home and process this, and you two need to do the same," I tell them. Before they can reply, there's a knock on the door, alerting us that the driver is done waiting.

"Thank you," I murmur, my voice barely above a whisper, a smile spreading across my face. My hand is about to grasp the large door handle when Grady's voice suddenly stops me.

"Wait!"

As I observe him, my brow arches.

"Can we at least have your phone number?"

"Of course." My stomach fills with a swarm of butterflies and I can't help but bite my bottom lip, feeling the anticipation as I reach out for his phone. I swiftly enter "Ollie" and my number before handing it back to him.

I spin around and leave the house, heading across the driveway to the town car, my footsteps echoing against the pavement. The whole time I can feel their eyes burning holes through my backside. The driver nods at me as he opens the door, and I take one final look at them before settling inside. The door slams shut behind me, echoed by another one, and the car starts moving, pulling away from the two men who just gave me an unforgettable night.

I sit in the backseat, my eyes closed. The ride home is peaceful and I can't help but reflect on the events of last night and this morning, right up until everything changed.

When the car comes to a stop outside my place, I wait patiently as the driver gets out and opens my door. I grab my phone and step out, grateful for the gesture. "Thank you."

"Anytime, miss," he says with a smile as he climbs back behind the wheel and drives away.

I stumble inside, exhausted, and collapse onto my couch. I reach for my phone and dial Bre's number.

"Hello? Is this my slutty friend who went home with not one, but two silver foxes last night?"

I roll my eyes at her craziness. "Yeah, it's me and you'll never guess what I found out this morning." I don't let her answer. "They were walking me out to their car after they fed me breakfast, and do you know what I see on the wall? Family pictures."

"Shut up! They're married? You home wrecker!" she giggles.

"They're married to each other, so yeah, kinda, but that's not what I'm talking about. Barbi was on the wall. They're Barbi's dads!"

Loud witch-like, pee-your-pants cackling is all I hear on the other end of the line. "You're fucking with me."

"Swear on my camera," I sigh.

"Shut the hell up. This is amazing. Are you gonna see them again?"

"I don't know… maybe. I'm strangely not weirded out that I slept with them. It was hot and oh-em-gee, I don't know if I've ever been so turned on in my life as I was watching them together."

"This is pure fucking gold. You definitely should see them again if you're all three on the same page, with Cuntzilla not being an issue," Bre tells me and I smirk at her new nickname for Barbi.

I hang up the phone, feeling a sense of relief wash over me as I head to the bathroom. The warm water from the shower will cleanse away the night and prepare me for a nap. Even though we managed to get some sleep, I'm exhausted. We stayed awake until the wee hours of the morning, so a nap is definitely in order.

Entering the bathroom, I waste no time turning on the water and shedding my clothes. I step into the tub, relishing the feel of the soothing water as it beats against my body. It cascades over me, washing away the remnants of a night filled with sweat, alcohol, and cum. Since I wore a good amount of makeup last night, I thoroughly scrub my face with my face wash.

Once I'm about as clean as I'm going to get, I turn the knobs off and step out. I quickly wrap a soft towel around my body, loving the feel of the plush cotton against my skin. I finish drying off and crawl into my bed, nestling myself under the warm blankets. My eyes close quickly and within seconds, I peacefully surrender to sleep, comforted by the knowledge that karma has taken care of the person who wronged me.

We stand in disbelief as we watch the car drive away, our hands in our pockets.

Meeting her at the bar last night, and having such an intense connection to her, wasn't planned.

Finding out she knows my daughter, Barbi, is a shock. But to also find out what Barbi did to her, someone who was supposed to be her best friend, has my stomach tied up in knots.

I didn't raise my daughter to be this cruel and vindictive. She's beginning to become a carbon copy of my ex-wife, Jessica. She was a bitch unlike any I've ever met before. Too bad she didn't show her true colors until after I found out she was pregnant.

The worst thing was finding out who she truly was and then having to raise a child with her.

I knew Barbi didn't like Grady, nor did she approve of our marriage, but I never knew how she truly felt about it until Ollie just let it slip.

Ollie is long gone by this point, so I'm sure to anyone passing by we look like idiots standing at their door, staring blankly out of it.

"Well, that was unexpected!" Grady breaks the silence as we step back inside and he shuts the door.

"It was. What are we going to do, Grady? I like her and I want to see her again, but she has history with Barbi. Do we want to navigate that land mine?" I head straight to the kitchen. I need more coffee to deal with the information bomb dropped on us this morning.

"Fuck, Grady, I knew Barbi was selfish, but I never imagined she could be so cruel. This is all my fault. I should have fought more to have her with me, with us after Jessica and I separated, but Barbi resisted and I didn't want the fight. I just assumed with time she'd grow out of her hatred and resentment of our relationship." I drop into a chair at the table, causing the legs to slide against the floor, making a screeching sound.

Placing my elbows on the table, I rest my face in the palm of my hands, my fingers slipping through the strands of my hair as I massage my scalp.

Grady's hand lands on my shoulder, gripping it reassuringly while simultaneously sending a shock right to my cock. Fuck, this man is my everything.

The sound of the chair sliding against the tile floor alerts me to Grady sitting down just before his long, slender fingers wrap around my arm, pulling my hand away from my face.

"So, what do you want to do, baby? I'm behind you, no matter what you choose. We can pack away our magical night and the budding feelings we both have for Ollie in a box and hide it away until it's all but a sliver of a memory. Or we can act on it and see where it goes. But no matter what, we need to talk with your daughter. She needs to know that you and I aren't going anywhere. We're forever. ‘Cause there's no way in hell she's ever going to push me out of your life. I love you. Now and always."

A lone tear slides down his cheek and I lift my hand, swiping it away with the pad of my thumb.

"I love you too, Grady. You're right, it's time I have that conversation with Barbi. Either she accepts us and becomes part of our family, which means she treats you with respect and we see her on holidays, or she's out. I love her but won't allow her to dictate my happiness. That includes Ollie. We owe it to ourselves to explore our feelings for her."

"I like that. We have her number. Do you want to text her and see if she wants to see us again?"

"I do, but let me handle this issue with Barbi first, and then we can text Ollie. That way we don't have the whole Barbi issue hanging over us," I tell him, as I stand and head to the bedroom to get my phone.

Grady doesn't say a word. He just gives me a weird look when I return a couple of minutes later.

"No need to wait. I'm messaging Barbi now. I love my daughter, but it's time I stop coddling her. She needs to grow up and act her age. She's not a kid anymore."

Grady gives me a devilish grin, his eyes dancing in delight. I can feel the heat pouring off of him because he loves it when I'm dominant.

I open my text app and pull up my messages to my daughter.

Me: Hey sweetie how are you?

Me: I need to talk to you, but I don't want to do it over the phone. It needs to be in person.

Me: Me and you and I'd like to do it sooner rather than later.

I don't get a response right away. But I can't say I expected it.

Grady stands and gets the coffee pot from the counter and steps back over to the table, topping our cups off. We spend the next fifteen minutes talking about an upcoming trip we want to take, while Grady subtly drops hints at how he thinks Ollie would enjoy it.

When we finish our coffee and she still hasn't responded, I know exactly what to do.

Me: We can do it over lunch or dinner. You can pick the spot.

Not even thirty seconds pass before I see the dots dancing on the screen.

Barbi: I'm busy this week, how's next weekend? We can go to Galantina's.

Me: Can we do it before then

Barbi: Nope

Me: Not even for your father

Barbi: I said I was busy Dad. Do you want to meet then or not?

Me: We need to talk so yes. See you then. How is 6pm?

Barbi: 7 is better for me.

Me: Fine but I need you there and don't think about canceling.

She doesn't respond. She's just like her mother. It's all about her and fuck everyone else. It still astonishes me how blind I truly was to my daughter's behavior.