My Sweet Olivia.

Deception.

I went past a couple of offices to my left and I waived to some guys sitting at their desks. James was leaning on his door frame, smiling at me. His smile didn’t reach his eyes, it was like a sad smile. He then made a motion with his head, instructing me to go inside the door next to his. I was hoping that he had notified his best friend that I was coming.

I almost got my man some flowers on my way here. For real, I was excited to see his handsome face after a very stressful day. Throughout these four years of our relationship, Noah and I have only gotten into three arguments. Our first argument was over some random girl who flashed him during one of his games, and he jokingly told her that she had nice t**s. The girl shamelessly told him to take a picture of them for his midnight self-gratification. And he did. I obviously got super upset because he was in a relationship with me. He could have said something else to her.

The second argument we had was over some stupid prank I made on April Fools' Day. I showed him a fake pregnancy test and told him I was preggo with his child. The poor guy turned pale and almost had a heart attack. He didn’t speak to me for almost two days. In the end, I ended up getting hurt by my own action. I never thought he would feel so upset. It made me concerned that this would be his reaction if I was really carrying his child. His behavior even took Amelia and James by surprise. I mean, we are a very sexually active couple. Anything could happen. Right?

And then, I argued with him because he bailed out at our 3rd anniversary dinner. He went and got drunk with some friends that night, leaving me all alone at the restaurant.

I won’t let this little misunderstanding get in the way. I was ready to jump in his arms when I opened the door to his office; I never imagined that I was about to be shattered into a thousand pieces. What I found there almost gave me a f*****g heart attack.

“What the f**k, Noah?!”

His receptionist was sitting on his lap, and they were in the middle of a hot make-out session. She was topless, and one of his hands was delving into her bra. He was so distracted with his tongue deep down the b***h’s throat that he didn’t even see me open the door. I even stood there for a few seconds before I managed to ask him what the f**k was going on.

My blood was boiling, but my legs were trembling. “What the f**k is going on?” I shouted. He didn’t answer me the first time. I was not sure if he was deaf or shocked. The f*****g w***e did not move; she remained glued to his lap. He finally came to his senses and pushed the girl to the side.

“Olivia, this is not what you think” he responded in a hoarse voice. "This is not."

“Oh, no? Explain yourself then. What do you call this? Were you checking her tonsils or some other s**t? Oh no, let me guess. Were you giving her a breast exam?” I yelled as I approached his desk. The f*****g girl was about to run out of the office, but I grabbed her wrist. I’m glad she didn’t turn around to slap me because things would have gotten pretty ugly between us. She knew I was Noah’s girlfriend. I have been to his office multiple times, and I have been introduced as such.

“No, Liv— I will explain, but not here," he muttered. I noticed how his pants were unbuckled when he stood up.

“How long have you been f*****g her?” I yelled. He did not deny anything right away, which made me think that he had been sleeping with her. His silence was louder than his words, and the f*****g receptionist laughed. The f*****g skunk had the audacity to laugh in my face.

"He said he liked my p***y better than yours," she chuckled. I wanted to throw her out the window, but she didn't do this to me; Noah did.

I swallowed hard. There was a lump the size of a tennis ball stuck in my throat.

“Noah, did you wear condoms?” I asked him. My brain was throwing some big red flags in front of me. What had he done?

Noah and I only used condoms for the first two months of our relationship. I got on the pill because we were exclusive after that. Was he wearing protection with her, or did he expose me to something? This woman was reckless.

His receptionist- s***h - side p***y was pulling her wrist out of my grip. I had forgotten that I was still holding her hostage. I looked at her; her pathetic face made me remember that he had lied to me. He never went anywhere with his parents; he had probably spent the weekend with her. “Where you with him over the weekend?” I asked her. She had a malicious smirk on her face and that said it all, but she went ahead and confirmed my fear anyway.

“You better not have shared any gooey stuff with me,” I spat at her, and I pushed her away. She lost her balance a little and then threw her arm straight into my face, but Noah caught it. James came in and intervened. I was so loud that I’m sure they could hear me all the way down to the first floor.

“Get the f**k out of here, Jocelyn,” Noah ordered his pitiful lover. James grabbed her by the arm and escorted her outside. The topless b***h was now making a scene. It was just Noah and me left in that office now, and I had no idea what his face was expressing. He looked scared, doleful, and disappointed. However, what was done, was done. He had done this to us. Not me.

He tried to come closer to me and I slapped the f**k out of him. My hand was numbed after such a sturdy impact on his cheek. He deserved that and so much more. I wanted to keep hitting him. He wrapped his arms around my waist, and I pushed my clenched fists against his chest.

“Get away from me” I shouted. Tears were involuntarily running down my face. “GET THE f**k AWAY FROM ME” I screamed with a loud roar. If no one had heard what was going on, I’m sure they knew by now. Noah held me tight and pressed me closer to his broad frame. I started throwing punches at him. I’m sure they were not strong, because Noah wasn’t even flinching.

“How long has this been going on?” I muttered. Noah was quiet, “Answer the f*****g question, Noah.” It seemed like someone had cut his tongue because he wasn’t speaking at all. Or maybe the girl kept it down her throat.

“What is going on?” said a voice behind me, but I couldn’t recognize it. I was under an emotional turbulence and my brain was having some sort of misfire.

“Let me f*****g go” I asked the cheating bastard.

“No, Liv. Please allow me to explain what happened.”

I let out an evil laugh. “Oh, poor guy was seduced by his wicked receptionist,” I uttered, followed by another loud laugh. “Let me guess. She bewitched you or something?” I added. I pushed myself off his chest, and this time I succeeded in breaking from his grip.

I turned around and found Noah’s father standing there with James. “I am so sorry, Mr. Myers, but your son is a f*****g cheater and a lying scumbag.” I turned around this time, and I looked at Noah’s face. “How long were you cheating on me with her?” but he did not give me a response. He was determined to remain silent. “Noah, how long have you been cheating on me with her?” I repeated the same question, except that this time I shouted.

“Answer her f*****g question,” shouted his father. He sounded pissed.

“Three months,” Noah answered with a trembling voice.

I broke down with sobs. I felt so weak. “You have been f*****g both of us for three months?” I uttered in disbelief. How did I not see the signs? “Did you at least wear protection?” I asked him, but he kept quiet. “DID YOU?” I screamed.

“Yes, I did wear a condom. I wasn’t going to expose you like that,” he mumbled.

“Aww, honey. How thoughtful of you” I said while pressing my hands together. My eyes fell on my wrist, and I removed the expensive watch he had gifted me. I threw it at him; it bounced off of his chest. “This is over. Luckily, you only have a couple of shirts in my closet. No wonder you got so pissed when I asked you to move in with me. And don't bother with coming by to pick them up, I'll burn them,” I spat.

I took a deep breath and walked backwards as I held my gaze at him. I then turned around, but I had to do one last thing before walking out of that f*****g office. “I thought you were my friend,” I told James, and ‘smack’; I slapped him. He obviously covered up everything for his best friend. What a f*****g liar.

I wiped the tears off of my face. “Happy Thanksgiving, Mr. Myers, and I’m really sorry for the disturbance I caused,” I spoke before walking out of Noah’s office and out of his life. I got in the elevator, and I broke down in tears. It f*****g hurt. I had been holding it inside of me, but it felt like someone had stubbed me on my chest.

I collected myself once I got in the car, and I pulled out my phone. He couldn't know I had just been crying. “Hello, dad. Can I please come home?”

“What kind of question is that? Of course, you can,” he responded. He must have sensed that something was off with me; he was my father after all. “Do you need me to buy you a ticket right now or are you driving?” he continued.

“No, dad. I will text you details about my flight in a few minutes.” I felt like I had thorns pocking my lungs every time I took a breath. “I love you, talk to you soon,” I said before disconnecting the call. I had to cut the conversation short before I broke down on the phone with him. I didn't want to worry him more.

I turned on the engine of my car and drove off; I didn’t want to stay in that parking lot. I drove away for about a mile and then pulled off of the road into an empty parking lot. It had gotten so dark outside. And using my search engine, I explored the web and found a flight to Richmond, taking off within a couple of hours. So, I booked it.

Me: Dad, my flight leaves at 9:45 p.m. I will arrive at 10:40 p.m.

I then got back on the road and drove to the house to pack my bag. It was not a surprise; I knew that Amelia would be waiting for me upon my arrival. I ran upstairs, and she followed me to my room. “Liv, please talk to me.”

“Not right now, Amelia. I have an airplane to catch.” I opened my closet and pulled out one of my bags. I didn’t really need many clothes; I still have some back at home. I packed some of the most important necessities, and some of my comfortable leggings and three large hoodies. I also grabbed my makeup bag and my laptop.

“Liv, please do not leave without talking to me.”

I got undressed and changed into something more comfortable. “Amelia, I cannot do this right now. I will start crying, and I really have to catch a plane.”

“Can I at least drive you to the airport?”

“I’m sure James will come over and talk to you. Just so you know, I slapped him. Please stay home and wait for him. I want to get out of here before f*****g Noah comes after me”

“Liv, can you tell me what happened? I promise to leave you alone.”

"Didn't your fiancé tell you already?"

"He just told me that you were in a lot of distress, and to watch after you."

“Fine! I caught Noah with his receptionist, and he admitted to his infidelity,” I muttered. “I have to get going. I promise to call you when I get home”— I grabbed my bag and walked outside. I had already booked an Uber before I walked into the house. I love Amelia, but right now I am not in the right mind to chat with her or anyone else for that matter. I hugged her and I kissed her cheek. “I love you, Meli.” She followed me all the way outside, and she watched me get in the car. She had tears rolling down her face; I looked away before I burst into tears myself.

James was pulling in as I closed the door to the vehicle. I was sure that Noah would be following right after him. “Can we please go,” I asked the driver, and he quickly reversed the car from the driveway. I needed to be away from here. I still had a few hours before my departure, but I would rather sit on my ass at the airport than to be recapping what I just lived through. I was still very upset with James and talking to him was not something I wanted to do.

Just as expected, Noah started blowing off my phone with his calls, and when he realized that I wasn’t going to pick up his calls, he opted for text messaging.

Noah: Liv, we need to talk. Please answer the phone.

Three other phone calls came through before he sent me more text messages. Was he really expecting me to pick up any of his calls? What a joke!

Noah: Liv, please! I know I screwed up, but I love you. Don’t let these four years of our relationship go to waste because of a stupid mistake.

Noah: Please allow me to explain.

Noah: I am really sorry. I know I f****d up.

I laughed so hard, that even the driver got alarmed. He probably thought he had a maniac sitting in his back seat.

Was Noah okay in his brain? A stupid mistake? This guy is incredibly f****d up. He was basically in a relationship with this girl for three months, and he calls it a stupid mistake. I would slap the s**t out of him if I had him standing in front of me.

Me: Go f**k yourself, Noah. I wasted four amazing years of my life with you. We are done! Therefore, we have nothing to talk about.

I sent him another text with the middle finger emoji and then proceeded to block his contact.

I arrived at the airport and went to get myself a coffee since I still had almost two hours before the plane departed. I sat in the waiting area and my brain looped around the images of my boyfriend devouring the lips of another woman. Three months, that is how long he was messing around with her. How blind was I?

Shit! I was so caught up in my drama that I forgot that I was supposed to go to work the next day. My vacation did not start until Wednesday. Hopefully, no one in the office would think that I pulled this one off just to have a longer break. Not that I would give a f**k anyway.

Me: Mr. Lewis, I am really sorry, but I won’t be able to come in to work tomorrow. An unexpected event came up, and I had to fly home. I promise it has nothing to do with the holiday.

Mr. Lewis: Are you okay, Olivia?

Me: For the most part. I should be fine soon.

Mr. Lewis: Please let me know if you need anything.

Me: Thank you!

Mr. Lewis: You know that I care for you. Don’t hesitate to call or text if you need anything, Olivia. I’m here for you.

Me: Thank you, Mr. Lewis.

Mr. Lewis: I have told you to call me Tim. We will have lunch on Monday when we get back to the office. You will be missed tomorrow.

Me: I would like that.

What the heck! I would like that. Seriously? Where did I get this idea from? He is my boss, and I will not cross the line like that just because my heart is broken.

Mr. Lewis: Happy Thanksgiving! Call me if you need anything.

Me: Will do. Happy Thanksgiving.

Now I had to text Levi. He will be worried if he finds out that I’m not at the office through someone else. He is a really good co-worker and friend. He is the gayest guy I’ve ever known, but he is like my work-husband, and I love him as much as he loves me. I know that for a fact.