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Authors: Zoe Norman
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The voice gets louder and clearer as Alex enters the open door of my room with a phone to his ear.
“Yeah he’s here,” he says groggily. “In his bed? No, there’s no one in his bed. Sure, hold on.” Alex holds out the phone to me with closed eyes. “It’s for you.”
I lift my head from the bed but it feels like it weighs one hundred pounds. Then and there I make a silent vow never to drink this much again…at least for the duration of this bachelor party weekend. I’m too old for this shit. Taking the phone from Alex’s hand, I realize it’s my own phone and put it to my ear. “This better be important. I was sleeping,” I say gruffly.
“I think this warrants a wake up call, yes.” The voice on the other end is familiar, albeit a tad put out.
“Oh, hi baby. How’s my girl?” I yawn and stretch my free arm over my head and itch my scalp.
“Have fun last night?” Olivia asks coolly.
“Yeah. Pretty epic night. Went to a club called XS…crazy people watching. Some pro football players were at a VIP booth across from us and I guess some reality star was there too, but I didn’t recognize—”
“Anything else happen last night? Nothing else you’d like to tell me?” Olivia’s voice changes and she sounds like she’s on the verge of chewing me out.
“Huh? What do you mean? Wait, why were you asking Alex if I was alone in bed?” I sit up straight on the disheveled mattress and the fog in my brain starts to dissipate. “Don’t tell me you thought I would bring someone back here last night? You know me better than that, Olivia. I thought we were past this…” I’m starting to get upset; I can hear it in my voice. Just when I thought she and I were finally moving past the trust issues, it rears its ugly head again.
“From what I’ve seen, things look suspicious.” Her voice is now cold.
“From what you’ve seen? What exactly have you seen? Where?”
“Facebook. Travis posted a couple pictures of you last night with a hot blonde chick grinding on you and then another one of her posing with you. Her boobs were all up in your face.”
“Facebook? Travis posted pictures to Facebook?” I’m seething, but trying to keep my voice calm.
“Yeah, he tagged all of you guys in the picture. There were others too—like the same blonde chick dancing on a pole. Did that happen? Did you guys go to a strip club? I’d be fine if you did, but I just want you to tell me…”
I sigh heavily. Travis is a fucking idiot. “All of it happened…only we didn’t go to a strip club. The blonde was our cocktail server. She got a little handsy and flirty, but nothing happened.”
“But she was grinding on your lap, Owen…”
“I was drunk and—”
“That’s—”
“That’s no excuse,” I say, cutting her off. “I realize that. She was on my lap for a minute and then she wasn’t. End of story.”
“Your eyes were closed when the blond was on your lap and your hands were all over her. You looked like you were enjoying it just fine,” Olivia snaps.
“It’s nothing like you think, Olivia,” I say in an attempt to calm her down.
There’s silence on the other end of the phone and it’s starting to make me nervous. “Olivia? Do you believe me? I’d be happy to put you on the phone with Marc or Travis who will tell you I pushed her off my lap and told her that I had a beautiful woman back home and wasn’t about to fuck things up.”
“You’ve embarrassed me, Owen. Those pictures are out there for all our friends… my family …to see. You’ve done a pretty good job of dissuading people that believed you’ve changed.” I can hear the sadness in her voice and it crushes me.
“Baby, it’s pretty simple; either you trust me, or you don’t. What happened…or better yet, what didn’t happen last night is proof that I am no longer the guy who I was before I met you. Olivia, do you believe me? Because that’s all I really care about. I don’t give a fuck about what our
“Yeah he’s here,” he says groggily. “In his bed? No, there’s no one in his bed. Sure, hold on.” Alex holds out the phone to me with closed eyes. “It’s for you.”
I lift my head from the bed but it feels like it weighs one hundred pounds. Then and there I make a silent vow never to drink this much again…at least for the duration of this bachelor party weekend. I’m too old for this shit. Taking the phone from Alex’s hand, I realize it’s my own phone and put it to my ear. “This better be important. I was sleeping,” I say gruffly.
“I think this warrants a wake up call, yes.” The voice on the other end is familiar, albeit a tad put out.
“Oh, hi baby. How’s my girl?” I yawn and stretch my free arm over my head and itch my scalp.
“Have fun last night?” Olivia asks coolly.
“Yeah. Pretty epic night. Went to a club called XS…crazy people watching. Some pro football players were at a VIP booth across from us and I guess some reality star was there too, but I didn’t recognize—”
“Anything else happen last night? Nothing else you’d like to tell me?” Olivia’s voice changes and she sounds like she’s on the verge of chewing me out.
“Huh? What do you mean? Wait, why were you asking Alex if I was alone in bed?” I sit up straight on the disheveled mattress and the fog in my brain starts to dissipate. “Don’t tell me you thought I would bring someone back here last night? You know me better than that, Olivia. I thought we were past this…” I’m starting to get upset; I can hear it in my voice. Just when I thought she and I were finally moving past the trust issues, it rears its ugly head again.
“From what I’ve seen, things look suspicious.” Her voice is now cold.
“From what you’ve seen? What exactly have you seen? Where?”
“Facebook. Travis posted a couple pictures of you last night with a hot blonde chick grinding on you and then another one of her posing with you. Her boobs were all up in your face.”
“Facebook? Travis posted pictures to Facebook?” I’m seething, but trying to keep my voice calm.
“Yeah, he tagged all of you guys in the picture. There were others too—like the same blonde chick dancing on a pole. Did that happen? Did you guys go to a strip club? I’d be fine if you did, but I just want you to tell me…”
I sigh heavily. Travis is a fucking idiot. “All of it happened…only we didn’t go to a strip club. The blonde was our cocktail server. She got a little handsy and flirty, but nothing happened.”
“But she was grinding on your lap, Owen…”
“I was drunk and—”
“That’s—”
“That’s no excuse,” I say, cutting her off. “I realize that. She was on my lap for a minute and then she wasn’t. End of story.”
“Your eyes were closed when the blond was on your lap and your hands were all over her. You looked like you were enjoying it just fine,” Olivia snaps.
“It’s nothing like you think, Olivia,” I say in an attempt to calm her down.
There’s silence on the other end of the phone and it’s starting to make me nervous. “Olivia? Do you believe me? I’d be happy to put you on the phone with Marc or Travis who will tell you I pushed her off my lap and told her that I had a beautiful woman back home and wasn’t about to fuck things up.”
“You’ve embarrassed me, Owen. Those pictures are out there for all our friends… my family …to see. You’ve done a pretty good job of dissuading people that believed you’ve changed.” I can hear the sadness in her voice and it crushes me.
“Baby, it’s pretty simple; either you trust me, or you don’t. What happened…or better yet, what didn’t happen last night is proof that I am no longer the guy who I was before I met you. Olivia, do you believe me? Because that’s all I really care about. I don’t give a fuck about what our
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