Octavia hadn’t said much about Bliss quitting. Her response when I asked her the next day was “oh, she quit. I’ll replace her soon enough.” She hadn’t even given me the reason. I fucking knew the reason, but the fact Octavia was keeping it from me pissed me off.
But then everything about Octavia was beginning to piss me off. I was in a state of constant annoyance.
I took another drink. I was parked outside Live Bay. I thought about going inside but figured this bottle and my truck would do just fine for the moment. I didn’t need a crowd to witness this level of low.
When Octavia had left today after hiring some thirty-year-old soccer mom who didn’t have a clue what was going on, I figured I could either go back to Rosemary Beach or I could drink. I chose the drink.
Simply because leaving Sea Breeze meant leaving Bliss. And although I hadn’t seen her in five days the idea of being that far away from her was like a sharp pain in my chest. Which was also a reason to drink. So drink I did.
Leaning back in my seat I watched the people going inside laughing and having a damn ole good time. They weren’t like me. They were here because it was fun. This was a jolly fucking good time. I held out my bottle and said a cheers to the idiots outside. They couldn’t see me through the tint in my windows and the darkness outside but I did it anyway. Made me feel less alone.
Why was I engaged? I didn’t want to be married. Hell, I was too fucking young to be married. What was my problem? Had I been desperate to get out of Rosemary that I thought marriage was the answer? Jesus at some point I’d lost my mind.
I wanted easy and Octavia was easy? Hell no! There was no easy relationships. Marriage was the hardest of them all. Why in God’s name had I thought that was a good idea?
Picking up my phone I texted her just that:
Why the fuck are we engaged? I don’t want to be married. And damned if you do. We don’t fit.
I paused and took another drink before I pressed send. Because this was it. I was telling the truth and with that came a consequence. I was ending it with Octavia. Pressing send was the end. She wasn’t dramatic and she wouldn’t beg me to stay. She’d take that as doubt and she’d walk away. Easy. So fucking easy.
I pressed send.
Staring at the doors to Live Bay I wondered if Bliss was in there. Was she why I’d just pressed send? Would this make a difference in my decision about her? She wasn’t easy. That hadn’t changed. And I didn’t want marriage. Possibly ever. She would.
My phone didn’t vibrate a response. There was no sudden argument from Octavia. She didn’t have an answer for me either. She said nothing. I drank two thirds of the bottle before I finally decided maybe I should go inside. See Bliss. Because she was why I was sitting here hammered off my ass after all.
It took me three tries before I could find the door knob. Even then I couldn’t manage to open it. Sighing, I closed my eyes and laid my head back. Fuck this. I couldn’t drive if I couldn’t open the damn door. So I’d do what? Sleep here all night? Shit. Just what I wanted Bliss to see if she was here. Me passed out in my truck.
A knock on the door startled me and I turned my head to see Eli fucking Hardy standing there. He was in his polo shirt and his perfectly styled hair. There was that judgmental frown on his face that made you just want to punch him in the nose. Or maybe it just made me want to punch him in the nose. Bliss didn’t seem to want to hurt him because he was tidy and clean.
But hell what a bore that was. He had to bore her to death. He bored me by just looking at him. I wanted to close my eyes and go back to passing out. But he knocked again and I knew he wasn’t going to leave me alone.
I tried again to open the door and after a few attempts finally managed it. Mr. Perfect’s frown was even deeper by the time I got it open and that made me want to slam the door back. I would if I could figure out how to . . .
“You smell like whisky,” were his oh so wise words.
“No shit,” I drawled. He was a fucking Einstein.
“Why are you here? Bliss gets off work in a few minutes and this isn’t something he needs to see.”
Well ain’t he thoughtful. Worried about Bliss seeing me drunk. Why? Had she never seen a drunk man before? I figured she had seeing as she was working at a damn club. I doubted she would be too shocked by what I was doing.
“She would be,” he replied angrily.
“Huh?” Had he just read my thoughts?
Eli shook his head. “Move over. I’m driving you home.”
The hell he was. I managed a laugh then. A loud one. Eli Hardy thought he was going to save me? I laughed harder.
“She will be out here any minute. You’re drunk and being a complete dick. She doesn’t need to see this. You’ve hurt her enough.”
Wait . . . what? I hadn’t hurt her. I was gentle with her. Explained myself. I had fucking destroyed me apparently but I’d been good to her. I didn’t want to hurt her.
Eli was staring at me. What was his problem?
“She needs to move on,” he once again replied as if he knew what I was thinking. Weird shit.
“I’m sleeping here. She won’t see me,” I argued.
“Your truck is parked right here. How will she miss it?”
Good point. “Well she won’t know I’m in it. You can’t see me in the dark.”
“I saw you,” he shot back. “Now move over. I’m taking you home.”
I wasn’t going to Octavia’s. I was pretty damn sure I’d just broken it off with her or had I dreamed that? Maybe I should text her again to be sure.