“Good night? What are you doing? Why the rush to get rid of me?”

“I’m busy, Gabe.”

“Busy with what?”

“Well, right now, there’s a 6’3” guy going down on me under the covers. And… it feels fucking amazing!”

“Olívia, you think I don’t know you? You think I’d believe that?” A terrifying silence came from her end. “Olívia? Olívia, are you hearing me?”

I pulled the phone from my ear—she’d hung up, the wretch.

I leapt out of bed, furious. Of ...