Page 4 of Animal's Reformation
“Yeah … you’re kind of a downer,” the woman added.
“If you loved me, you’d already have joined in,” Kory said as he rolled Champagne off him, then sat up. “Do you want me to make out with you a bit to warm you up?” He pulled the sheet over his still erect dick.
Why am I not a screaming lunatic about this? My boyfriend is fucking another woman and I’m still standing here calmly discussing the options with him.Olivia pursed her lips and ran her eyes over Kory, then over Champagne, who lay flat on her back holding her phone over her face. “I think that’s the problem, Kory … I don’t love you.” From the way Kory’s head hit the back of the headboard, she knew her words had stunned him, and they’d surprised her too.Don’t I? I thought I was in love with him.But if she were, wouldn’t she be feeling awful and more devastated than she was?
“You’re just being mean because you’re mad I started before you got home. I’ll make it up to you, baby. Come on over here.” He held his hand out.
She went to the closet and pulled out her suitcase then started filling it with enough clothes that would get her through the weekend and part of next week.
“Don’t be this way, baby.” Kory started to get up, but the death stare she shot at him must’ve worked because he slumped back and watched as she gathered her clothes and toiletries.
“So I guess she’s not gonna join in?” Champagne said, her eyes still fixed on her phone.
“Why’re you being so bitchy about this?” Kory asked as if she’d caught him leaving the toilet seat up again instead of fucking a woman with faded butterflies tattooed on her butt cheeks.
Rage bit at the back of her throat, and she kept the urge to throw something at him in check. He didn’t deserve any indication that he’d hurt and humiliated her. He didn’t deserveanyattention from her.
Olivia zipped up her suitcase and wheeled it toward the door. “I’ll be back for the rest of my things next week.”
“Olivia … Don’t be this way. You’re overreacting.” Kory threw off the sheet and swung his feet off the edge of the mattress. His dick was still straight as an arrow. “I love you, honey.”
Unbelievable.She glanced at Champagne—God, that name is beyond ridiculous—and shook her head. “He’s all yours. Just to cue you in, though—he doesn’t have a clue how to give a woman an orgasm.” Kory’s face fell and he opened his mouth but nothing came out. “That’s right,baby, all of it was just good acting and faking on my part. You’re not the stud you think you are.”
Olivia walked out of the room and closed the door against Kory’s angry retorts. Grabbing her briefcase from the kitchen table, she went into the garage, threw her suitcase in the back seat of her car, and took off.
“All I wanted was a damn grilled cheese sandwich,” she said out loud as she thrummed her fingers on the steering wheel while waiting for the light to change to green. The snow fell at a quick pace, and the back and forth motion of the windshield wipers mesmerized her. A horn blared from behind, making her jump, then the driver swerved around her, throwing glares before speeding away.
For the fifth time since she’d left the house, Kory called and Olivia ignored it. He was the last person she wanted to speak to … ever. “You sure know how to pick them,” she muttered, turning onto Willow Lane Drive. She pulled in front of a three-story apartment building, switched off the ignition, and rested her forehead on the steering wheel. Olivia couldn’t believe she was back at her old apartment. She’d really thought that Kory would be the one to give her a sense of security and keep her grounded, but she was so wrong,again.
Olivia slid out of the car and wheeled her suitcase into the vestibule of the building then pressed the button for 3C. Harper buzzed her in, and with a resigned sigh, Olivia pulled open the glass doors and headed to the elevator.
“A glass of white wine is already on the coffee table.” Harper stood in the hallway as Olivia walked over to her. “Alice just got here.”
Warmth spread all over Olivia—her friends always came through for her. Even though she’d only moved to Pinewood Springs the year before, Olivia liked Harper and Alice immediately after she’d met them on her first day at Slavens Elementary School. Harper was a third grade teacher, and Alice and Olivia were teaching assistants. Olivia was assigned to Harper’s classroom as well as Kennedy’s, another teacher at the school.
Alice and Harper had an apartment together, and when they’d found out Olivia was looking for a roommate, they had suggested she move in with them, which pleased her immensely. The three of them got along so well, and Olivia couldn’t believe her good luck in meeting such great friends. After running away from her native San Diego, she felt like a fish out of water when she’d arrived in Denver to stay with an old school friend. But once she decided to accept the teaching job in Pinewood Springs, things seemed to be falling into place in her life, well, except in the man department. That was still a disaster just like it had been back home.I guess some things never change.
“Let me take your suitcase.” Harper wheeled it into Olivia’s old room, came back to the family room, and sank down on the couch. “What the hell happened?” she asked while picking up her wineglass.
Olivia kicked off her boots, tucked her stockinged feet under her legs, and shook her head slightly before she leaned over and curled her fingers around the wineglass. “Remember I told you about the surprise Kory promised me?”
“Wait … I want to hear,” Alice said padding into the kitchen. “Let me get a vodka cooler first.” She walked into the family room and sank down in the chair across from the couch. “We all thought the surprise was going to be either some sexy lingerie, which would really have been forhim,or a steak dinner at Greystone’s.” Alice twisted the top off the bottle and brought it to her plum-glossed lips.
“I said it’d be lingerie, but from what you’ve mentioned about his sexual likes, I’m starting to suspect he bought you a butt plug or a St. Andrew’s cross or something.” Harper took a sip of wine.
“A butt plug would definitely be up his alley but not a St. Andrew’s cross. From what you told us, Kory didn’t seem to bethatextreme,” Alice said.
“We were all wrong,” Olivia said as her finger ran around the rim of the glass.
“A romantic weekend getaway?” Harper offered.
“It couldn’t have been that, otherwise Olivia wouldn’t be here with a packed suitcase. What did the jerk give you?” Alice asked.
“My boyfriend brought a woman home for us to have a threesome, only he started before I walked in the door.”
“No!” Harper’s eyes widened.
“That’s despicable, even for him.” Alice leaned forward and extended her hand. “I’m so sorry. I knew you thought he could’ve been the one.”
