She leaned back against the pillows, her smile never faltering. "Oh, you'll find out soon enough," she said sweetly. "Now run along. I'm sure your little girlfriend is dying to hear all about your night."
Dave stormed out of the room, his heart pounding as he tried to make sense of what had just happened. But deep down, he knew one thing for certain, whatever Olivia had planned, it wasn't over yet.
Dave's head throbbed as he drove through the quiet streets. He had barely made it out of Olivia's house after coming to consciousness, his mind clouded with anger and humiliation.
The memory of her bodyguard knocking him out replayed in his head like a broken record.
And then the picture...the one Olivia sent to Celine...flashed in his mind. It was a cruel fabrication, meant to hurt, to sever the last shred of connection between him and the woman he couldn't stop thinking about. Olivia had shown him before leaving her apartment.
