"Are you trying to have phone sex right now, Olive Herring? Because if you are, why are we not on a video call?"
I nibble my bottom lip, heat rushing from the tips of my toes to my cheeks, warmth pooling between my legs.
"I might be," I tell him, my breathing increasing as I dip my hand beneath the waistband of my underwear, sliding in between my lips.
"Please don’t turn that conversation into a video call. I’mbeggingyou," a female voice shouts, and my hand movements pause. Her voice is so loud that it sounds like she’s the one I’m talking to, not Avery.
"Is that Noelle?"
"Yep. Fucking sisters," he seethes. "She surprised me by showing up earlier today, and I haven’t been able to get rid of her."
"I can hear you!" Noelle scolds, and he laughs on the other end.
"Looks like I need to handle this myself. I’ll speak to you later, Husband."
"Wait—" I hang up.
There is no way in Hell I was continuing that conversation knowing his sister was there.
Chapter thirty-nine
Avery
Andtheawardforworld’s biggest cockblock goes to Noelle.
She hasn’t stopped teasing me about it since.
"I thought you and Olive were just pretending,"she said.
I told her,"We are,"even though my heart was pounding hard enough to make it a lie.
Then she smirked and hit me with,"So why is she calling you for actual phone sex?"
I shot back with,"None of your business,"already sweating.
She just laughed and slammed her bedroom door, because of course, she knows exactly what that meant.
Probably too well.
I haven’t been able to stop thinking about Olive since that phone call. We usually talk during the day on and off, just to check in, along with our nightly text questions. I would like to say that I’m able to put her in the back of my mind to focus on work, but these days, it’s proving harder and harder.
I’m not the type who needs sex to feel fulfilled. I’ve never been one to chase hookups just to scratch an itch.
Maybe that’s part of why I didn’t fight too hard to get out of this marriage.
I knew I could be loyal even if she meant nothing to me.
But she does.
She means everything.
That much has become apparent.
And as much as I would like to tell myself that this is purely physical with her, I have a niggling feeling in my gut—one I've never felt before—that something is starting to stir up inside of me.
Something I don’t really see a point in ignoring. But given Olive told me once before that she never saw herself settling down, I don’t like my chances at this being more than something temporary. So, I shove that feeling way, way down, and don’t let it show itself to anybody.
It’ll be easier that way.
