It’s Friday night music is blaring from my phone, which I have charging on the nightstand, my black floor-length Chanel dress laid out on the bed waiting for me to slide into it hair and makeup almost finished. Tabitha my ginger Maine coon is doing what looks like kitty yoga on my bed and purring loudly as she does it. She always does that when I’m getting ready for a night out. I’m in the middle of applying mascara when I hear the doorbell ring. Making my way downstairs Tabitha following close behind, plopping down on the bottom stair she looks regal and contemptuous, glaring at me as she licks her left paw. “Well, we can’t all look perfect all the time.” I swear she rolls her eyes or at least that’s what it looks like to me. Ryan barges past me as I open the door, “Do come in.” Tabitha glares at him for a few seconds then turns around and trots off upstairs again. Something seems to be bothering him. He dropped by the club this afternoon when the dancers were practising their routines, to say he was less than impressed wouldn’t even begin to describe it, he dislikes the fact I run a male strip club.
“What’s the matter with you?”
“You are Olivia.” He replies in a snarky manner.
“Me, what have I done?”
“You don’t know, do you?” He snarls, his tone implying that I am lying.
“I wouldn’t be asking if I did now would I.”
“Knowing you, it wouldn’t surprise me.”
“Have I upset you in some way?” Rather a stupid question judging from the expression on his face it’s somewhere between upset and angry, though with him it is hard to tell.
“Oh no, of course not, you could never have upset me.”
“What's that supposed to mean?”
“There’s nothing you want to say to me.”
“Like what exactly, we should be getting ready to go out.”
“Is that all you can think about going out and getting drunk?” He asks, what a stupid question it is Friday night after all I’ve been working all week and now I want to unwind and yes probably get pretty damn drunk in the process.
“Don’t go if you don’t want to; no-one is forcing you.” If he wants to be a party-pooping neigh sayer then stay at home would most likely be the best thing for everyone.
“You would like that wouldn’t you if I stayed home give you another opportunity to have some fun.” Did he even think before he said that because if he did, then he’s dumber than I could ever have imagined him to be and believe me I’ve never been under the assumption that he’s a secret Einstein?
“Just tell me what you're talking about.”
“What about it?” That’s a day I’d rather push to the back of my mind and forget ever happened.
“Anything interesting occur I don’t know about?”
“Like what?” Well, Anna finally decided to take the huge step of leaving Mike; it’s the only thing remarkable about the day.
“I got drunk and fell asleep in the cellar.”
“You fell asleep in the cellar.”
“Yes, missed Sunday completely.”
“What about earlier that evening?”
“Too drunk to remember.”
“As always, let me refresh your memory for you, you and a certain person in the gazebo.”
“I wasn’t in the gazebo on Saturday.” Was I, I guess I could have been I have no memory of that evening at all.
“Yes you were, you and him giggling and laughing together, drunk as fools you were. Neither of you saw me, but I saw you.”
“Who did you see me with?”
“Eric why the fuck would I be in the gazebo with Eric. I know I was drunk, but there isn’t enough alcohol in the world to make me be alone in the same room as him.”
“Not him the other one.”
“Oh! So what if we were laughing together, where’s the harm in that.”
“No harm, if that’s all you had been doing.”
“What do you mean?” Oh god, what were we doing and in plain sight too?
“Oh, come on as if you don’t know what I mean.”
“Please tell me I can’t remember what happened. I have no memory of last Saturday after about five 0’clock.”
“Your tongue was down his throat so far you would have thought you were giving him an internal examination with it.”
“I don’t remember that.” No lies I don’t remember even setting foot in the gazebo never mind being in it with Pearse swapping saliva.
“How convenient for you.”
“Isn’t it, so Pearse and I had a snog at Beatrice’s wedding, what is the big deal with that?”
“The big deal with that is Olivia you and I are a couple. How would you feel if I stuck my tongue down Alice’s throat?”
“I’d beat the crap out of her.”
“So what’s to stop me from doing the same to Pearse?”
“He’s not your brother for a start.”
“No, but he is yours.”
“Stepbrother we aren’t biologically related.”
“Why didn’t you just tell me, Olivia?”
“Tell you what, I don’t even remember it happening.”
“Has it happened before, and what about with your precious Red?”
“Don’t you dare bring Joey into this, he’s got nothing to do with it.”
“Oh, he has everything to do with it Olivia, him and that stepbrother of yours. I don’t know what sort of relationship you three have, but it has to stop.”
“It has to what?”
“Stop Olivia it has to stop you can’t see those two anymore.”
“Excuse me what century do you think we are in.” It baffles me how some men think they still have a right to dictate to a woman who she can or cannot have a relationship with. This is the 21st century, and I do believe emancipation happened. We are free to act just as men have for centuries. Though we still get branded as loose women when we do.
“Oh crawl back in your cave, I will see whomever I please and if I want to screw Joey or Pearse or even Joel for that matter I bloody well will.”
“You bitch.” He says slapping me rather aggressively on the face, falling back onto the seat from the force of it. I can’t believe it neither can he, he stands looking like a dummy. “Oh god, Oli I’m sorry I shouldn’t have done that are you alright?”
“Get out, leave Ryan, there’s nothing more to say. It’s over.”