CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
AXEL
I’m not sure if she’s real or if she’s just part of my imagination. I turn to let the blonde kiss my cheek. I’m not in the mood for real kisses. Not from this random girl anyway. There’s only one girl on my mind, and I could swear that’s her.
It’s definitely Olive. Her hair, her frame, the pained look in her eyes.
I cringe, trying to pull myself away from the women I’m entangled with on stage, but it only makes it look like I’m wrapping my body around them even more.
I’m definitely a bit drunk. f**k.
Then the blonde babe plants a big kiss right on my mouth. Right in front of Olive.
Fuck me!
I try to run after Olive, but my legs are wobbly beneath me, and I actually fall on my ass as I watch Olive run out the door. Dimly, I think I see a familiar face trail
