"This bump, it's making the cheek you slapped earlier hurt again," Heather complained, then caught herself, "Oh shoot! Sorry, I wasn't supposed to mention that to Zach... just slipped out."
"What slap? You look fine to me like you've just put on some blush," Zach commented, admiring Heather's face.
Heather looked my way, a bit stuck, pretending to be tongue-tied.
I casually told Zach, "She spilled her coffee on my dress, so I returned the favor with a slap."
Heather was speechless.
I gently closed her mouth and added, "To make up for my overreaction, why don't you drive her home, babe?"
"Zach, please take good care of Heather for me," I said, then confidently walked away, leaving the private space for them.
Good luck tonight, may your evening be productive.
"Olivia..."
Zach called after I had taken only a few steps.
"You're my girlfriend. How could I leave you?"
Really now?
Acting as a loyal boyfriend already?
"You had a reason to hit her, and I trust you completely, babe."
Just hearing him say "babe" made me shudder.
In my past life, my insecurity led me to obey his every command.
After he got rich, he became a true devil.
The torment I endured at his hands was unspeakable.