AllFreeNovel
Share Us
This call could go one of two ways.
“Are you going to pick that up?”
“No,” I tell her firmly.
“Why not? Do you have something to hide?”
I click on the answer button, quick to prove I have nothing to hide. “Hello, Bianca.”
“Olly,” she greets rather friendly, her voice just as I remember it. “Is this a bad time to talk?”
“Ah… sort of. Can I call you back tonight?”
“Sure, sounds good…” Bianca pauses, followed by a shuffling sound. “I miss you, Olly. Talk tonight.”
I hit end faster than you can say ‘awkward.’
Beside me, Gabriella is dead still. Her stare is fixated on the road ahead of us. There’s not one single movement or change of expression to indicate her feelings.
After what feels like a long enough time for her to respond, I shut the silence out by turning the music back up.
Ten minutes later, she reaches over and turns the dial right down.
“I left the engagement ring at home, just so you know.”
“I figured since you’re not wearing it.”
“I never agreed to marry Nicholas. My father implied to the media we were engaged. So, whatever this is, it’s not a love triangle.”
Her words are so left field. I sit in silence trying to understand the term ‘love triangle.’
What does that mean?
Is she in love with two men?
“You said this was a platonic trip, so I assume, and not wanting to make an arse out of you and me, this topic is off-limits.”
“I just thought you should know.”
“Well, thank you,” I say, still baffled. “I guess that information is useful.”
“Why?”
“Why what?
“Why is it useful?” she pushes.
Gabriella is trying hard to get it out of me. I have learned in the last hour that her up-and-down mood is tiresome, and this conversation is best held anywhere but here in this confined space. She probably did have her period. I’d still take her, though, from behind, up the arse. A nice blow job wouldn’t hurt either.
Fuck! You better stop your smack talk right now if you know what’s good for you.
“You know what, I’m just going to drive. There’s a rest stop a mile ahead, and maybe we should stop for lunch. You know, lack of food makes some people go crazy.”
“So does sex,” she mumbles beneath her breath.
I hide my smile, happy to know she’s suffering just as much as me.
We pull into a truck stop for lunch. Truckers are eyeing her, chomping on their hillbilly toothpicks as they snicker to each other while she walks past, the sway of her hips more pronounced. Why she has to wear those shorts is beyond me. They must be new. I’ve never seen her dress so scandalously. Her wardrobe mainly consists of outfits you see women wear in a country club, no doubt the influence of her wealthy family.
