Revenge After Divorce Novel by Black Rose

OLIVIA

When Ethan's calls came through, I was on my second bottle of wine. I was drunk but still had my sense. I was the honest drunk at that time not drunk out of my mind yet. If I had answered his call, I would have said things I was going to later regret.

It was better to keep things as they were instead of making them worse. That man reminded me of who I was, what I had lost and how easy it was to sign my parental rights away when things were tough.

He reminded me of my lowest point in life when things were going to shit, and I had no hope of ever being anything other than the jailbird ex Mrs Jones. when my own survival in prison was and revenge when I got back were the only things about which I could think.

Back then I had nothing and no one to hold on to. I couldn't see my grandmother and my husband abandoned me. he reminded me of a time in my life I never wanted to think about. Because back then I didn't only lose my son but my ability to carry my own children ever again.

Those memories took me back to a time when I had to watch my husband playing house with another woman in my own home. A time when I felt like a stranger in my own home.

"Olivia, where are you? I am home baby." That was my husband coming home from work. I crossed fingers hoping he didn't come into the salon. I didn't want to see him, that was not the right moment to see him.noveldrama

That issue with him and the events after were what led to what happened to me, Xander and Lupita's grandmother. He came in, stood by the door. Noticed the two bottles of wine on the small table next to me.

"Can I join you?" I shook my head in the negative. He walked further into the room, took a seat opposite me. "Why are you drinking alone, what is bothering you?" he was never going to stop asking questions.

"Lupita was here." He frowned.

"After ignoring you, she had the nerve to come here, what did she want?" I was trying hard to shake the images of the past events. But the alcohol kept bringing everything back to the front of my mind.

"To apologize but I ended up giving her piece of my mind and kicking her out."

"And now you are feeling guilty and regretting what you did?" I shook my head in the negative. I didn't regret a thing. "No, I don't regret it, was about time I spoke my mind and said how I really felt."

He raised an eyebrow. Yeah, he probably couldn't believe I did that. "Where are the kids." He changed the subject. "With my dad." He nodded standing up. "I am going to change and shower, don't open another bottle until I come back."

I nodded and watched him leave. I poured the last glass in the bottle that was opened then took another, opened it, and filled my glass.

I wanted to be drunk out of my mind by the time he come back. In fact, I wanted to have passed out by the time he came back.

My mind was playing tricks on me and making me think of things I thought I had forgotten or maybe I never forgot, just buried them deep enough so I didn't think about them.

Where did I get the guts to want another child back then when I signed away the rights to my first born. Why didn't I think about it until Ethan reminded me of it. what kind of mother did that?

"Olivia, you forgot because your son was with you regardless of you signing away your rights to him." I spoke to myself, yep that was what happened. What a fool.

"I told you not to open another bottle until I came back." I lifted my head to look at

him and my breath got caught in my throat. I forgot how to breathe.

The man only had a towel wrapped around his lower half. Drops of water looked like shiny beads on his chest and arms. His hair wet and

pushed back showing his whole face and giving me a full view of his jawline.

Something itched between my legs, and I crossed them leaning back on my chair.

He didn't move from where he stood as if he wanted me to drool as much as I wanted. Check him out as much as I wanted.

All the thoughts of what he did before vanished. "Do you want me to lose the towel?" my breath hitched, and my mouth suddenly got dry. My eyes went down his torso to the V that disappeared under towel.

I swallowed hard. "Olivia..." his voice was suddenly low. I lifted my eyes and met his. "Do you want me to lose the towel?" I didn't answer, it was not that I didn't want to,at was that I couldn't.

My mouth was dry. I gulped down the remaining drink in my glass. I tried placing it on the table, but I somehow missed the table, and the glass fell and shuttered into pieces on the floor.

I paid it no mind as I took steps towards my husband who remained where he stood. "What do you want?" did he think I had time to answer that?

When I got to him, my hand went to the towel with the intention of removing it. but he caught my hand before I could reach it.

"Tell me what you want, and I will do it." I lifted my head to look at him, our eyes locked. "Remove the towel." His eyes never left mine and he loosened the towel, and I felt it fall to my feet.

"Pick me up and take me to bed.” With no questions asked, he picked me up and walked out of the salon with me in his arms. I could feel the heat coming from his body and I could feel the heat between my legs.

When we got to our room, he gently placed me on the bed. "Now, make love to me, make me feel like your woman again." I whispered. "You are my woman...'