Olivia

Halfway to Rock's house, I say a little prayer to God that Rock's the kind of man who takes advantage of a drunk girl. I'm pretty sure he is. He parks his Aston Martin in front of his house and doesn't even ask me if I want to go to the guest house.

A man in charge. I like it. I prepare myself to be seduced.

He opens my door, and I fall out. "They moved the ground," I say. "Why the hell would they do that?"

"Nobody moved the ground," Rock says, ...