Ollie: Driverton 3 (The Barrington Billionaires Book 15) by Ruth Cardello

Author:Ruth Cardello [Cardello, Ruth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance
ISBN: 9781951888770
Publisher: Ruth Cardello
Published: 2024-04-07T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

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Ollie

The next few weeks were difficult. Bradford agreed to work with Levi, Katie, and me again, but only after Everette’s wedding. Levi and I promised each other we’d give working with Bradford a real shot and that meant sobering up. I stopped drinking, but it wasn’t easy.

Megan stayed at my mother’s house on the weekends leading up to the wedding, and that also wasn’t easy. When hundreds of miles separated us, I called her each night and we talked for hours. It might have been due to how my spare time became filled with pig waste as one side hustle ended and I took on the next, but I kept my distance from her in Driverton.

I danced with Megan at the wedding and it was pure torture. More than once, I asked myself if I was being an idiot. Her face lit up when she saw me. The chemistry between us when we danced was mind-scrambling hot. All I had to do to be in her bed was put aside my fucking pride, but I couldn’t. I wanted better for her.

The night before Levi, Katie, and I were scheduled to start working with Bradford again, I stayed late to close up Little Willie’s. My phone notified me of a new email. I shouldn’t have read it. It was from the hospital where my father had been treated right before he died. They’d uncovered an outstanding bill for fifty thousand dollars. If I didn’t pay it, they threatened to put a lien on the restaurant.

Alone, I laughed until tears filled my eyes then reached for a bottle of whiskey. It took six shots to ease the tension in my chest. It took a few more before I opened my phone, found the email again, and hit delete.

What could they fucking do?

I had nothing for them to take. They’d threatened to force me to sell my assets—like I had any. I considered sending them my pig-shit-stained boots. The more I drank the funnier that idea seemed.

I didn’t call Megan that night.

I didn’t call anyone.

I drank myself into a stupor and slept in one of the booths. It wasn’t the first time, but I’d hoped I’d never go to that place again.

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