Chapter 31

The bar was warm and buzzing with energy. Exactly what I needed.

I looked around and found a spot open at the bar. The bartender was no where in sight and I waited for a few minutes to see her pulling her heads from underneath the counter to mix up more drinks that would love the thirsty men intoxicated and unwilling to go back home to their wives.

I pitied the women that got married to them. If I had a beautiful woman as Olivia waiting for me back at home, I would move straight from work to her arms without making any stop anywhere, apart from when I needed to get her flowers.

Not even a bartender as juicy looking as the girl mixing drinks would lure me away from her loving arms.

But unfortunately, Olivia did not care about that and I had done a perfect job in making her think that I hated her.

But I couldn't stop now. I had to continue doing what I did. Even if I had feelings for her, my urge to wreck her mother and make her cry for what she did to my father was more important t