“Olivia.” Barraza acknowledges her presence and that is about it. He doesn’t move away from me, doesn’t remove his hands from my body and that won’t go unnoticed by Olivia as her gaze slides over our bodies.
I don’t want to be in the middle of this but it’s safe to say I put myself into this position. I was the one who initiated our little adventure last night. Do I feel guilty? No. Should I feel guilty? Probably. Am I going to apologize? I don’t think so. I probably should but I have gone through hell and finally I wanted something for me.
“Seems like you two had some fun,” she says indifferently and takes a seat at the kitchen island. Her voice might be casual but the look in her eyes is something else. She is not hurt; she is not angry. She’s jealous. Looks like she is wishing mor
