Being angry with Muriel is nothing new for me. But being bloody fucking heart broken is.

It hurt like hell when she called me that night when she was 19. And it hurt even worse when I learned her and Fuck-tard Reynolds were moving in together.

Although, all those things didn't hurt this bad because I didn't put myself out there. I didn't expose my feelings to her so I was able to take the punches with a good hardened shield around my sorry heart. But this, how she knows now that I have feelings for her, this is painful. And to learn all she wanted from me was a wild weekend getaway.

That's all anyone fucking wants.

All anyone wants with me is a good time or money. Only a few people I keep close actually want me for a genuine reason and I hate that Muriel is fitting into the other category.

I know it's not fair of me to ask her for  more but I thought she would at least give me a chance.

But no matter how pissed off I am...I can't stand seeing a woman cry. And seeing this woman cry is nearly as heartbreaking as her refusing me.

I may be right pissed off at Muriel right now, but her bloody tosspot of an ex trump's my hurt feelings.

She hangs up the phone with Gemma and let's it fall in lap and rests her face in her hand.

"What happened?" I ask knowing Jeremy really fucked it, again. From what I gathered her stuff has been tossed into the bin. And it's her stuff that she most loves.

Does this arsehole even want her back?

"I don't want to talk, Ollie." She says into her hand.

"Maybe we could call the bin company and they can hold the.-"

"It's all fucking gone." She snaps still speaking into her hand. "It's already been gone for two hours. He through it all away and I can't do anything about it."

A vein is protruding from her neck and I see her skin is a bright shade of red. Seeing her so upset has my chest and stomach whirling with building anger towards that cunt. If I ever see that tie wearing, arse kissing, peice of shit I will knock his teeth out.

Sure, my manager will have a fit about keeping an image, but I'll just claim I was defending a woman's honor...which I am...kind of.

"You know, Jeremy has always been a dick-."

"Oliver, I don't want to hear it. Jesus." She drops her hand and glares at me with those deep blue eyes that look even more striking contrasting against the red clouding the whites of her eyes.

I shrug and rest my wrist over the wheel, "Well it's true."

"Please stop talking." Murry exhales and peers out the side window.

Her phone begins to vibrate in her lap so she answers it quickly.

Fuck, Gemma must have flown there, that was fast.

I glance from the lanes of the road to Muriel's face that has suddenly turned ghost white.

"N- no. N-. I- No." She stammers being cut off by who ever she is speaking with on the phone.

I look back to the road to be sure we aren't crashing then look back to her. "Then fucking cancel my cell phone plan, Dad. I don't fucking care. I don't need your money or anything else from you."

Shiiiit

Sirens are going off in my mind. That man is the most manipulative man I've ever met in my entire life. However...Murry seems to be holding her own quite well at the moment.

"I'll gladly get my own phone. I'll be sure to change my number so you and Jeremy can leave me the hell alone."

I hear the deep quick mutterings of Henry's voice on the other end of the line but she interupts him.

"I'm going to talk to you how I'm going to fucking talk to you. You're nothing but a lying, cheating, asshole. If you like Jeremy so much the two of you can go fuck each other."

My eyes go wide and so does the fucking smile spreading across my face. She practically stabs the phone with her finger and disconnects the phone line and drops it in her lap again muttering to herself, "Fucking asshole."

"Fucking Hell, Murry!" I say in awe. I can not believe Muriel just said that. I didn't even know she could swear for that matter.

"He fucking was telling me how I needed to call Jeremy back and apologize. Like, what the fuck? And on top of all that he was threatening to close off my trust fund and turn my cell phone off if I didn't answer his calls."

"I wish I could have recorded that entire thing, honestly. I've been waiting years for you to finally snap on him."

"I'm so exhausted. Everyone is driving me insane." She breathes out and leans her head against the window again.

I know I'm included in that list, which is very irritating considering I'm the only one who actually has her best interest at heart. I've been biting my tongue since yesterday about wanting an explanation as to why she won't give me a chance, and I know now isn't a good time after the phone calls she just got. But we are only an hour outside London and once I get her home fucking Ty is going to be up her arse the whole time.

Might as well step up to the plate and ready myself for Murry to cuss me out as well...

"Since you're in such a lovely mood, I want an explanation from you-."

She doesn't even let me finish before she growls out a long heavy sigh, "Oh my God, I am actually going to break something. Oliver, we are not talking about this right now." She says.

"Actually, we are. I will pull the car over and sit here until you give me an answer." I retort keeping my voice calm, although inside I'm fucking raging. Perks to the career, I can put on any mask I want and everyone falls for it.

"Then pull over! I'll fucking leave and call an Uber."

Right. I didn't think she'd say that.

Might as well go big at this point and follow my best advice "Fuck it".

"Murry, I really like you. Like, a lot. This weekend for me was more than fooling around, it was amazing to be fair. I know it's not fair for me to ask more from you, and I'm not- but I need an explanation as to why? Obviously, you find me attractive. And we get along- most of the time. We have the foundation of being best friends? It just doesn't make sense as to why you won't give me a chance?"

When she doesn't answer right away I glance at her to be sure I haven't broken her. She's staring at her hands thinking about everything I've said.

One minute of silence turns into two, by three minutes I'm sweating bullets and refrain from rolling down the window.

Her silence is fucking deafening.

"Oliver," She finally says, the sound of my name on her pink swollen lips gives me some faith, "I love you."

Fuck. Not good.

I can hear the 'but' coming from here.

"But, right now I'm so off balance I can't afford to add anything else that will confuse my life. I need structure and comfort, which your family gives me. You will be gone for Italy then off to wherever next, and that's fine. I get it, trust me I do. But, I need structure. I want my life to go back to normal."

"How will I confuse your life?" I ask working passed the current crumbling state of my chest.

Again, another round of excruciating silence adds another layer of tension to the small space of my car.

"Because with you comes much more than just you. That....that isn't for me."

Fuck me. The shit perks of being in the public eye since the age of 10 is not ideal for relationships, especially new and fragile ones.

"There's nothing I can do about that. But there's ways I could keep you hidden if that's what you're truly concerned about?"

"Ollie, I don't want to be hidden. You hardly can even go out for walks? Why would I want that life?"

I can't argue with that.

How can she not see how perfect we would be together? How perfect I am for her? Everyone knows it, my parents, Ty minus Maggie because she can't keep a secret to save her life. But even Jolene, Henry, and Gemma know I've been in love with this girl forever.

For how incredibly smart she is I don't understand how she doesn't see this?

It's clear to me I will always be in love Muriel. I've tried ignoring her, throwing myself into work and women, but she somehow still takes up most of my mind. And now, after this amazing fucking weekend I've sealed my fate of never having a chance of getting over this woman.

I've had to see her with someone else and build plans of a future with that person. I've bit my tongue, which is hard when being blunt is like breathing for me, and kept my nose out of her relationship and business since she's been with Jeremy-fucking-Reynolds.

I've been on my best behavior, patient, and a gentleman throughout this entire thing. But there's only so much a fucking bloke can take.

I can be a right cunt, slut, and arsehole. Especially when my spoiled arse doesn't get what I want. So, instead of running off hiding my shenanigans from Muriel I'll be sure to flaunt it right in front of her pretty face.

Humans are a jealous bunch. Even someone as perfect as Muriel.

If she won't give me a chance then I'll show her all the fucking women who would.

I nod once, allowing Muriel to have this argument then say, "I'll drop you off near Ladbroke Sqaure. I wouldn't want anyone to see you with me."

Petty, I know. Like I said, I can be a right cunt.
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Okay, so who likes pissed off Ollie? 👋

Hehe, I doooo!

Murry is so out of her league lol she's got no idea what's coming lol

I'm excited to introduce Ty to you all. Well adult Ty lol...he's almost a male version of Anya (for everyone who has read Woman and Flame 2).
-minus the bisexuality.

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