Novel & Cerita Sober Olivia Rodrigo

It was still early so Tristan asked me if I could join him for a drink which I accepted. I need something strong in my system to start the bitter subject. Olivia is a deep scar which still bleeds like a fresh wound. “Anything you want to share? Trust me nothing can beat the old gin if you want to spit out something you can’t in your sober state.” He said pouring drink into my glass. “Yeah, I have to say a lot and I definitely need a strong drink to muster up courage.” I said swallowing the liquid in a single shot and poured another one.

“You make it sound like I was on the side of the road, passed out, I was in my office at home. I told the men to take the night off because I can handle myself, what's the worst that can happen inside the mansion?” One thing was clear In my mind, that no matter how much I drank, I always made sure it was far from the public eye and in a safe environment where I would not be vulnerable. Cici sighed. “If your definition of handling yourself is what you've been doing these past few days, then I'm calling Kera,” he took out his phone. “What's wrong, is Olivia okay?” an alarm went off in my head because Kera was Olivia's doctor. He raised up his hand. “She's fine, but Kera will recommend a good s

Elroy POV I noticed Olivia looked very nice at the other end of the dinner table and told her so. “Thank you,” she said with a sweet smile. “Nice to hear my looking like the full moon with legs doesn’t mean I can’t make you sniff my neck a bit.” I knew she meant it playfully, but something about her reply put me off a bit. Still, I hid a scowl and asked if she would like a little watered-down wine. “My midwives tell me the occasional small glass won’t hurt,” she said, holding up her glass.

Oluwole smiled at the compliment. “Thank you so much for your care Sir but can you please take me home? Now? I miss my daddy so much!” said Wole. “I’m sorry Oluwole but I can’t take you home, at least not right now.” “Here, take this.” Charles said as he offered Oluwole a pain reliever and a glass of water. “It would help with the pains” Oluwole made the sign of the cross as his father had taught him to do before taking the medication. Judging by the rate at which Oluwole gulped down the glass of water, one could conclude that he was not only hungry but also dehydrated.

As I lifted my glass to my lips, I saw someone standing in the doorway, just a silhouette. "Who's there?" I asked, setting the wine down again. "This is how you solve your problems?" Olivia's voice asked. She stepped into the light, revealing her stern look. "Olivia?" I asked. I stood up. "I'm not really here, you know that. You also know I wouldn't approve of drowning your sorrows in a couple bottles of Zinfandel," she said, nodding to the open bottle. "Well, like you said, you're not really here." I pointed out. I sat back down and reached for the wine again.

But no, I have to deal with some rich kid on a Segway. “I think we may have started things off on the wrong foot,” he offers a handshake. “I’m Mason Taylor. And you are?” I shake his hand, and for some strange reason, I give him my real name. “It’s Olivia. Olivia Rodriguez.” “Can I take you out for a drink some time, Olivia?” he asks.

I finish with a smile on my face. Before Caleb could say anything a clapping sound emanated from behind him. Caleb turned to look behind him, giving me a clear view of who the sound was coming from. Olivia stood beside Caleb's bed, her hands clapping together with a sly smile spreading across her face. "Say hello to all my five hundred thousand followers," she said, her voice dripping with malice. I noticed a tripod stand in front of her, holding her phone, the screen glowing with what looked like a live stream.

“It’s good, but you will think about the other option for the rest of your life, and you won’t be able to get over it.” Olivia let go of him and sneered. “Won’t you regret following your heart?” “Nope.” Olivia was drunk and started to tremble. Xavier quickly supported her body and said in a low voice, “At most, I would feel like life wasn’t perfect, but I wouldn’t regret it.” “You won’t regret it?” Olivia mumbled to herself and finished the drink in front of her. She had no idea how many glasses she had drunk. She finally stopped after passing out.

“Rob, this is Sebastian, my ex-husband.” Olivia was confused by Rob and Sebastian’s demeanor and reaction to each other, but one thing was certain; they must have met before.

Like I care about what that Old man still thinks of me". Diane muttered and then her mind went back to Camila. "You'll regret ever coming into Leonardo's life trust me". Diane muttered, gritting her teeth, then she bawled her fist. And like that she fell backwards on her scattered bed, laughing loudly like a psychopath. Olivia Russell. "Need a stress reliever? Then trust me I'm the right person for you". A guy approached already drained Olivia, who just finished gulping down her third bottle of Vodka. She had come to the biggest club in the city to chill off.