Partners In Our Own Crime| BEING EDITED

16.Nobody But You

Olivia fidgeted with her hands, her chest rising and falling as she took in breaths to calm herself. Nick kept a tight grip on the steering wheel as he pulled into an empty parking space. The ride on the way to the bar was silent. Olivia was nervous as hell. She hadn't seen him in three weeks, and of course their last encounter hadn't went too well, so she could only imagine how this conversation would go. Nick and Sasha waited for her to speak. It took about ten minutes before she opened her mouth, but they still sat patiently. Though they were sick of her not handling situations properly, they still understood this could probably be hard for her.

"I'm ready," she let out a sigh, as her eyes stared ahead.

"We'll be here."

And with that she exited the car, wiping her hands at her side as the sweat made her hands damp.

She took rather steady strides toward the entrance. She felt her stomach drop when she'd finally pulled the door open.

She didn't have to take a step inside before she saw him. He sat at the bar, ordering a drink, and by the look on the bartenders face, Olivia could tell he'd had a bit too many.

She let the door close behind her, the click being heard when it did. He turned, setting his gaze on her.

"Liv...?"

"Hi." She swallowed, her throat dry

"Hey.." he stood up, a small grin on his face.

"Uhm...take a seat," he held his hand out by the empty chair beside him. She held his gaze as she sat, his stare being intense but sweet all at the same time.

"Why are you here?" She spoke, finally getting the question out that had stuck in her head since she'd heard about him being up here.

"For you," his voice was a whisper, and she froze, her mouth parting.

"Where's ama—"

"Dont worry about her," he placed his hand on top of her, grazing his thump over it softly, "just worry about the fact that I came...and that I'm here for you. You and only you."

"Spencer," he brought her hand up to his lips, placing a soft kiss onto it.

"Listen," he started, his voice soft as he stared at her.

"I know you probably don't want anything to do with me, but I need to say this."

He paused, and she could tell he was waiting for her approval, so she nodded for him to continue.

"I love you Olivia, I love you so damn much that it hurts. I'll hurt everyone around me if that meant I could get to you. I don't know...if any of this means anything to you. But if you're ready, I would love a chance at getting to love you."

Her eyes watered, as she tore away from his gaze. She couldn't say no to that, how could she? That's all she ever wanted; simply for him to choose her.

She couldn't help but smile, but that was short lived when she heard that voice, that voice that disgusted her more than anything.

"Spence," Amara's voice was low, and her eyes pierced over at Olivia.

"What's going on?" Spencer cursed at himself, forcing his eyes over to Amara's, as he let go of Olivia's hand. He could see the pain in her eyes as he did so.

If he was here for her, then why was Amara here? She had too many questions that she knew probably wouldn't get answers. So, she simply stood up from her seat and headed for the door, Spencer catching her arm when he saw what she'd been doing. Amara watched the exchange, teary eyed.

"Let me go, Spencer." Olivia pulled away.

"Handle that," she turned her eyes to amara, giving her a look of pity, then she was gone. She hadn't known what this meant. She didn't know if he was going to break things off with Amara, or come up with some type of lie to save himself. Either way, she wasn't gonna run this time, she was just going to give him time...time to figure out his whole marriage situation. And whenever he was ready, she'd be there.

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9:00
Spencer huffed when he'd finally heard the hotel door slam. It was over. He'd finally broke things off with her. Guilt trickled through him, his heart breaking for her. He couldn't say he never meant to hurt her, because he'd led her on, and he didn't stop until she finally caught him. He hated the fact that he toyed with her heart like that. It would've been so much easier if he'd just been truthful from the beginning, but he couldn't change the past, all he could do was make things right in the present, even if that meant he'd have to break her heart.

Though his heart went out to her, he still had a mission to complete, and he wasn't leaving Vegas until he did.

Flashback
"What the fuck was that?!" He grabbed her arm, pulling her outside.

"Lower your voice," she glared at him, raising an eyebrow.

"You want me to lower my voice? You won't me to be okay with you holding that girl's hand..while you left me in a damn hotel room—"

"I told you I'd be back."

"Fuck you."

"Amara," he breathed out, giving her a look of sorrow.

"I should've told you this earlier, way earlier." She backed away from him, a tear finally falling.

"What are you saying?"

"I...I want a divorce." She bit the inside of her cheek, tears falling effortlessly now. Pain coursed through her body, and it weakened her. The man she'd given three years of marriage to, was leaving her...for a woman that he'd promised to her over and over again, was just an old friend.

"Okay..." she choked out, refusing to meet his eyes. She couldn't look at him. He disgusted her. How could he cause her such pain? After saying he loved her for three years, making her believe him, making her fall deeper and deeper in love with him everyday she'd spent with him. But that love was gone now...it was now...just hatred.

"Goodbye Spencer," then she was gone, tearing her hand from his grip and walking off to her car. He shut his eyes tightly and ran his hand across his face.

He was right about one thing before coming on this trip; one of three hearts were surely broken.

End of flashback.

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Light snores were heard from the small apartment, as Olivia slept. After earlier and all the stress she'd put on herself with this short story, she thought she deserved a nap. That nap was short lived by loud knocking at her door.

She groaned; she was sure it was Sasha. Or maybe even Nick. Those assholes.

As her eyes failed to stay open, her feet strode towards the door.

Swinging it open, she was met with quite a suprise; Spencer.

"Spence?"

"Hey...Liv. Can we talk?"
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Excuse any mistakes.

It was a struggle editing this chapter. I sprained my wrist earlier and could barely type.

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