“Sheila, Sheila, Sheila, come on, let's talk this through like mature adults that we're,” Oliver pleaded, but unfortunately Sheila was out of sight. Oliver sat still wondering how she got those pictures.
A few minutes later, Oliver's phone buzzed, snapping him off his thoughts. He hissed and took it to check who sent him a message. Lo and behold, Sheila had forwarded all the pictures to him. “This lady is a desperate b***h! She can go to any length to get what she desires. After cheating on me with her useless boyfriend, she's now blackmailing me with these pictures.”
Oliver fled out of the restaurant before anyone would make awful meaning out of his reactions to Sheila. Meanwhile, he needs to discuss this with his mom before it gets out of hand.
Oliver kept on biting his lips as he w
