Chapter 88

• Olivia's Pov
• He was smiling. How dare he smile? While we drove home, tears rolled down my face and all he could do was chuckle and vibe to the music playing in the car. He enjoyed sex with me, obviously. But I didn't. Not that he wasn't good sexually, he was…and if we were to compare, his thrusts were better than those I have been with. But there was no emotional or physical attraction and it made it all worse.
• My legs were cramped when I walked into the living room and I wasn't walking as well as I should. I was traumatized by all I had seen at the sex house.