Acting on instinct, I jumped up from my bed and away from Olivia. If looks could sear off dicks, I would be doubled down on my knees, bleeding out.
"Mace, you know how I am," Olivia began, feebly trying to explain our way out of this fiasco. "Harmon didn't—"
"Don't fucking Mace, you know how I am me," Macy exploded, her face seething with anger. "One year. Exactly one fucking year yesterday I've been putting up with whatever the fuck this is. Believing you every time you said you weren't sticking your dick in her. Just a last minute meeting, Mace. My fucking ass. You're exactly the piece of shit I thought you were, Harmon Chancellor."
I wanted to face palm again as I internally groaned. No wonder Macy was so angry on the phone last night. It was our one year anniversary yesterday and I completely forgot. Plus she had a point. I did fuck Olivia and it blew my fucking mind.
"Nothing happened last night," I said carefully, suddenly uncertain why I was defending myself when we were broken up. "She just got drunk off her ass and passed out in my bed. That's all."
"The night before that was a different story," said Olivia, adding fuel to the fire as she sat on my bed with her legs crossed, wiggling her eyebrows at Macy, shamelessly showing off her body.
Olivia threw me a naughty wink, biting her lower lip as my eyes drank her in. So damn bold. Fucking sexy. I inhaled sharply, reaching for my stiff, now aching cock.
"So you did fuck her," Macy yelled, bringing me back to myself, reminding me of her presence. "I fucking knew you wanted to nail her. So many signs. She's always with you. You talk about her non stop. Practically your sister. Fucking please. No one's 'sister' looks at you the way she does. So many red flags. Stupid me. I thought you were going to propose last night," Macy snapped. "Instead I find you in bed with another woman when you knew I was coming over."
"Wait one hot minute. We were broken up two nights ago and I never said anything about wanting to marry you," I garbled.
And the hits kept on coming. Fucking amazing, Chancellor. Naked Olivia was clouding my judgment. I loved Macy.
Olivia rose to her feet, came to stand next to me and elbowed me in the ribs, evidently suddenly concerned about the state of my relationship as she smiled at Macy reassuringly. All while waiting for me to smooth things over.
"Come on, Mace. I'm kidding. We didn't do anything. I'm just a harlot by nature. I'm so hungover I didn't realize where I was. So I ended up stripping and feeling Harmon up. Honest mistake," Olivia lied her ass off and even that was sexy to me.
It was her fucking naked jugs going to my head. Just because I'm a tits guy. Nothing else. They really were beautiful. I wanted my dick between them, fucking them. My lips on her nipples, sucking greedily. My head buried between them. I forced myself to look away and turn my attention to my angry… Ex?
The steam was really coming out of Macy's ears now.
"Look baby—" I tried again, but was cut off by a slap across the face.
"Do you really expect me to buy that shit? We're over, for good this time," said Macy, her voice breaking with emotion as she struggled to hold back the tears before she stormed out the way she came in.
I sat down while I contemplated what to do as I watched my relationship go up in smoke. Olivia came to sit next to me with her hands in her lap, looking genuinely remorseful. Still reeling from the surprise of what just happened, I had no fucking idea how I felt about Macy and I. What I did know was the rage I felt for the woman next to me.
"Why aren't you going after her like you always do?" Olivia asked softly.
"Would you stop showing up in my bedroom half naked if I did?" I asked, venting my failure on Olivia.
This was my fuck up. Olivia was single and free to fuck who she wanted to. I wasn't. Not really. Break ups with Macy weren't real. I knew that and I fucked Olivia anyway. In my defense, my drunk brain had somehow convinced me that they were one and the same.
Obviously that wasn't true. I had feelings for Macy. It was more than just sex. I loved Macy and yet my ass was glued to that bed, eyes now locked with Olivia's remorseful ones. Was she genuinely sorry or still playing the game?
"Do you care that what you did last night ended up hurting me? When the fuck will you grow up? Stop fucking playing with me, Olive," I said, fuming at her even though my brain argued she had no way of knowing shit would go down like this.
Why was I always siding with her even against myself?
"Is that what you want? For me to stop showing up?"
Same soft, small voice lacking her usual confidence. This time with a touch of sadness to it. There was just a tinge of manipulation in her words too, I knew, but I would let Olivia get away with it.
Even if I did go after Macy again for the umpteenth time, what would be the point? The naked woman next to me wouldn't leave my fucking thoughts. She certainly wasn't leaving my life. That wasn't a fucking option but neither was fucking her as I so desperately wanted to. Fuck she looked good enough to ravish ten times over without breaks.
"Yes baby girl, that's what daddy wants," I said, suddenly aware of the arm I had around her waist.
My lips had closed in on hers. Just me and those bambi eyes.
"At least for now. Baby girl, daddy can't give you just a fuck. Once was bad enough. You're worth so much more. Stop letting just anything into your cunt, Miss Hunter. You deserve more," I said, trying to talk myself out of lowering her down onto my bed.
Cupid's Cove. Plane to catch. Not mine to have. Had to go.
"Give me more then. Show me what more looks like," she said softly, affectionate eyes staring deep into mine as I looked into hers.
"Daddy wishes he could, baby girl," I admitted, the yearning in her voice tugging at my heartstrings as I lowered her down onto the bed despite my one year girlfriend having just walked out the door. "I'm leaving now okay? Be good for me while I'm gone. Forget what happened. Forget everything. Forget us, baby girl."
"Just tell me one thing. Are you saying no to me for her?" Olivia asked, choking out the words as her hands slid up my back. "Are you going after her?"
A million years passed between us as I tucked stray strands of hair behind her ears. Allowed myself to kiss her cheeks. Her nose. Her forehead. The corner of her mouth before my lips returned to within a hair's breadth of hers. What was this feeling between us? Just say yes and everything ends here and now.
In the end, giving her an answer wasn't nearly as hard as I thought it would be. Just Olivia's naked body beneath me clouding my judgment. Macy and I would fix it. We always did. I was being an asshole to Olivia. I tried desperately to stop, to pull away and walk out the door but the words came out anyway.
"No. She'll never accept you and me. There's no room in my life for anyone who can't accept your place in it Olive," I said, and instantly knew I fucked up again as sparks lit up her eyes and her lips landed on mine.