In Plain Sight

C H A P T E R 2 5



Being angry with Muriel is nothing new for me. But being bloody fucking heart broken is.

It hurt like hell when she called me that night when she was 19. And it hurt even worse when I learned her and Fuck-tard Reynolds were moving in together.

Although, all those things didn't hurt this bad because I didn't put myself out there. I didn't expose my feelings to her so I was able to take the punches with a good hardened shield around my sorry heart. But this, how she knows now that I have feelings for her, this is painful. And to learn all she wanted from me was a wild weekend getaway.

That's all anyone fucking wants.

All anyone wants with me is a good time or money. Only a few people I keep close actually want me for a genuine reason and I hate that Muriel is fitting into the other category.

I know it's not fair of me to ask her for  more but I thought she would at least give me a chance.

But no matter how pissed off I am...I can't stand seeing a woman cry. And seeing this woman cry is nearly as heartbreaking as her refusing me.

I may be right pissed off at Muriel right now, but her bloody tosspot of an ex trump's my hurt feelings.

She hangs up the phone with Gemma and let's it fall in lap and rests her face in her hand.

"What happened?" I ask knowing Jeremy really fucked it, again. From what I gathered her stuff has been tossed into the bin. And it's her stuff that she most loves.

Does this arsehole even want her back?

"I don't want to talk, Ollie." She says into her hand.

"Maybe we could call the bin company and they can hold the.-"

"It's all fucking gone." She snaps still speaking into her hand. "It's already been gone for two hours. He through it all away and I can't do anything about it."

A vein is protruding from her neck and I see her skin is a bright shade of red. Seeing her so upset has my chest and stomach whirling with building anger towards that cunt. If I ever see that tie wearing, arse kissing, peice of shit I will knock his teeth out.

Sure, my manager will have a fit about keeping an image, but I'll just claim I was defending a woman's honor...which I am...kind of.

"You know, Jeremy has always been a dick-."

"Oliver, I don't want to hear it. Jesus." She drops her hand and glares at me with those deep blue eyes that look even more striking contrasting against the red clouding the whites of her eyes.

I shrug and rest my wrist over the wheel, "Well it's true."

"Please stop talking." Murry exhales and peers out the side window.

Her phone begins to vibrate in her lap so she answers it quickly.

Fuck, Gemma must have flown there, that was fast.

I glance from the lanes of the road to Muriel's face that has suddenly turned ghost white.

"N- no. N-. I- No." She stammers being cut off by who ever she is speaking with on the phone.

I look back to the road to be sure we aren't crashing then look back to her. "Then fucking cancel my cell phone plan, Dad. I don't fucking care. I don't need your money or anything else from you."

Shiiiit

Sirens are going off in my mind. That man is the most manipulative man I've ever met in my entire life. However...Murry seems to be holding her own quite well at the moment.