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Chapter Thirty
So here was the thing, Ollie wasn’t angry. She wasdisappointed.
What was supposed to be a regular call before she went off to work had turned into a wake up call about how much time she and Jackson were not spending together. Ollie was fine when it was two days of not seeing him and she accepted the four extra days. But when it got to a week of no Jackson, she started to lose her mind. Because that week turned into two and there literally was no end in sight. Every time they spoke, Jackson sounded more tired and worn out and it was worrying her. Creative jobs like his always sucked the life out of you. It was why she had quit her desk job to find something a little more satisfying.
But working at the Barrel wasn’t really satisfying anymore, not when your boyfriend was hanging out with his ex-girlfriend. The very same one who had broken his heart.
When she heard him say her name and stutter through the first part of the conversation, Ollie tried to get Jackson’s attention. But he hung up on her. And that made her mad. After sending him texts about him hanging up on her, she finished getting ready and drove to work. Of course, that’s when Jackson decided to call her back. But Ollie wasn’t in the mood. She was already feeling him slipping away with work and sure, their daily phone calls and texts were cute, but they were sporadic and sometimes enough to say ‘hi’ before he left his phone on his desk to go in for a meeting or something else. It was starting to feel like she was trying harder than he was and Ollie hated beingthatgirl.
It was a regular shift at the Barrel, with all the lecherous customers and Cassie being absolutely useless by running out early for another ‘emergency’. Ollie often wondered what would happen if she left this job to go find something else. Or, hell, she could teach dance full-time. It was definitely paying her more than this job was and Melody was constantly talking about adding more classes and bringing on more older kids.
Ollie was halfway through her shift when Frankie walked into the Barrel looking beautiful as always. Her best friend was most definitely oblivious to the effect her presence had on people, because she ignored every set of eyes that followed her as she approached the bar.
Frankie also knew that Ollie and Jackson had been apart for a few days, which meant that she was going to make a scene about it. Because that’s just how Frankie rolled. Once she’d sat down and tapped her knuckles on the bar top, Frankie leaned in and used heroutsidevoice.
“Please tell me Little John has been getting some action these past few weeks.”
Ollie frowned. “Who the fuck named their vibratorLittle John?”
“Wait, that wasn’t you? Oh god, who was it?”
Snorting, she arched an eyebrow. “I’m sorry, you have other friends you discuss vibrators with?”
“Probably one of the brides, you know how open they are once you spend 24 hours discussing their dream wedding.”
“I amslightlydisgusted by the name, but it’s very creative.”
“That’s why I thought it was you,” Frankie said, narrowing her eyes, like she was trying to make sure Ollie hadn’t named her vibrator after a character inRobin Hood. “But that doesn’t mean the question can be ignored.”
“It is namedGrant.” Ollie rolled her eyes, pouring her friend a drink. “But since you asked so politely, yes.”
“Hallelujah!” Frankie cheered so loud, startling the drunk man beside her.
“You’re going to get me fired, Frank.”
Frankie rolled her eyes. “Who cares? You’re making the most of your vibrator while your boy toy is off bringing home the bacon.”
“The word you’re looking for isboyfriend.” Ollie sighed. “And he’s not bringing home anything considering he’s barely home.”
“I don’t care what you call him, he’s a boy toy,” Frankie cackled, taking a sip of her drink and held the empty glass out. “Top me up, bar wench.”
“I sometimes wonder why we’re still friends.”
Frankie gave her a sweet smile. “Because I make your life much more colorful.”
“Not the term I would use, but sure.”
“I’m proud of you, Anders,” Frankie told her. “You deserve to have orgasms every night and that stupid smile on your face every day. Even when your boy toy is busy doing something else.”
Ollie scrubbed her hands over her face. “That sentence has never been more accurate than it is right now.”
“What happened?”
Ollie shook her head, trying to think of the best way to explain this.
Frankie frowned and gestured to her glass. “I’m going to need more booze for this, huh?”
“Most likely.”
