I looked out at the rising sun and then back at the four sleeping men. Although we'd done nothing last night, there was certainly a part of me that wanted to f**k all four of them beneath Nicolette's roof. The revenge factor was too strong not to. Just in case the opportunity presented itself, I brought along something special.
Two days had passed since Oliver and I chatted, and two days had passed since he offered no other details. I wouldn't wait much longer. Meals together were becoming tense and awkward, Oliver never making eye contact. Nicolette continued to stir the pot, often talking about Oliver and their past, like our present and our future would never compare to what she had with him. I didn't think anything s****l happened between the two, because if it had she sure as hell w
