All Chapters of A Night With My Ex's Father : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

* ONE YEAR AGO *The house was tense and quiet, much like it had been for the last six months. The only difference was we were down a roommate. It wasn't the typical, here's my last months rent I'm moving out.No.When Yvette moved out, it involved broken plates, smashed TVs and a bunch of stolen belongings. Most of which were Oliver's.Rightfully so.He was the one that cheated on his roommate/girlfriend with her best friend.But even if it was no ones fault but his own, every one was paying the price.Sarah hadn't been home in weeks. In hopes to avoid all the tension in the air she picked up shifts at her job and stayed late at school almost every day. Leaving me, alone, with Oliver who had suddenly became this grumpy asshole who thinks he dictates the house because his parents gave it to him.Bitterness is what took me over.Bitter because I had to pick up extra shifts at the bar, cutting into my own workout routine all because Oliver couldn't keep it in his fucking pants.Bitter b

"Is that him calling?" Iris asked with a smirk.I gave her a nod as I answered, quickly putting the phone to my ear as I took a deep breath. "Hello?""Hey," Lucas cheerfully spoke, his deep voice sending my heart into overdrive. "You busy?"I peered up to Iris who shook her head lightly, as if answering for me, before she left to give me some privacy."Not really. What are you up to?" I closed the cover on the piano, slumping forward to try and ease my overworking mind."I was about to go on a hike and I was wondering if you wanted to come."I shot upright, knocking over the bench and almost falling to my ass at his words.Is he asking me out?!"I guess I am." He chuckled."Fuck. I said that out loud?" I groaned, looking to the three girls, including Emily, who found themselves eavesdropping from the couch.They all giggled, nodding at me.My cheeks flamed, turning my pale skin into a deep, deep red."So, what do you say?" Lucas pressed, keeping his tone even and calm as if this wasn'

"Ollie, you're being an insensitive jerk. You know that right?" Sarah stomped her foot behind me."Actually, I'm not. I think I'm just saying what Jessie won't." Oliver grumbled.And all I could do was keep my back to them to hide the smile that seemed glued to my face. I could thank Lucas for the giddy, almost kid-like joy I was experiencing today.I practically jumped out of bed this morning, ready for whatever the world threw at me. Even if God decided it was my bickering roommates who were trying to get under my skin, nothing could mess up my mood."Jessie, one date." Sarah exclaimed, bouncing over to me.My cheeks flamed as I heard the front door close, knowing it was the third (and only roommate I cared about right now) finally coming home from his work out."No, thanks, Sarah. I'm all done with online dating." I waved dismissively as I slaved over dinner."Just last week you said you liked a guy at the gym. So I went searching for him." She said all too happily with a skip in h

It was late.My body ached.I was sure my torso was bruised. Each inhale only confirming my assumption. My hand tried to hold the door handle but refused to curl into a fist anymore tonight.I pushed myself hard. Maybe too hard?It didn't matter because I won.I won my least favorite way - by knockout.UFC wasn't boxing. It was more. You could morph your entire body into a weapon to make someone submit. I rarely saw it a point to throw punches at some guys head when I could easily wrap my legs around his torso and forearms around his neck until he's gasping for air.Plus, I loved hearing my opponent smack the cage floor with an admission to his own defeat.There was something about the drum of a palm, quickly hitting over and over like they're scared for their life - because of me.So, putting my all into throwing punches so I could claim victory in the first round didn't do it for me.But as soon as I walked into the front door and saw a Tupperware container with cookies, I knew I di

Jessie Hanson"And then he just threw it." Sarah groaned dramatically as she went on about a patient she dealt with at her nursing clinicals. "Some people are absolute assholes. Can you believe that?""Yeah. Sure." I huffed, twirling my straw in my overpriced fruity cocktail.A curl of hair cascaded down as I smushed my cheek onto my palm with yet another huff."Some people just don't understand that everyone shits.""Yup. Everyone.""Yeah and some people throw it too.""Hmmm.""Alright. That's it." Sarah snapped, pulling my drink from my hands. "You weren't even listening."I blew the hair from my face before letting my forehead fall to the table in a dramatic attempt to hold my emotions in."I definitely was.""Then what was my story about?" She countered with an attitude."You- I don't know, you threw me off at the end when you started talking about feces.""What's going on with you? You seemed so happy this week and now you're out of it again." Sarah lowered her voice into that cl