My Man

As Olive burst through the entrance, the warm glow of the chandeliers and the sweet scent of flowers enveloped her, but she was blind to it all. Her eyes fixed on the altar, where Benjamin stood, his eyes scanning the crowd with a hint of confusion. Audrey, resplendent in her lace gown, smiled serenely, oblivious to the drama unfolding.

Mrs. Brown's grip on Olive's arm was like a vice, her nails digging deep. "You're not welcome here," she spat, her voice low and venomous. "You're just a pathetic reminder of his past mistakes."

She tried to shake off Mrs. Brown's grip, but the guards moved in, their hands firm on her arms. They dragged her away, her heels scraping against the marble floor as she struggled to break free.

Benjamin and Audrey continued with the ceremony, seemingly unaware of the commotion. They exchanged vows, their voices steady and clear, as she was escorted out of the venue.

As the guards released Olive outside, she caught a glimpse of the ceremony through the open doors. Benjamin and Audrey shared a tender kiss, surrounded by applause and cheers. Her heart twisted in anguish, feeling like she was witnessing her own funeral.

The scene ends with Olive alone, her emotions raw, while the happy couple remains blissfully unaware of the drama that just unfolded.

As she slid into the taxi, the driver's gentle voice asked, "Where to, miss?" But she couldn't respond, her voice caught in her throat. The driver, sensing her distress, nodded sympathetically and turned up the radio.

The melody of "Someone Like You" by Adele filled the taxi, the haunting lyrics echoing her heartache. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of sorrow, the music resonating deep within her soul.

Tears streamed down her face as she gazed out the window, the city blurring into a kaleidoscope of colors. The taxi driver's occasional glances in the rearview mirror were met with her tear-stained face, but he said nothing, allowing her to process her emotions.

The song's chorus, "Never mind, I'll find someone like you," pierced her heart, and she let out a sob. She felt like she was losing herself, like a part of her was dying.

With a resolute tone, she instructed the taxi driver to pull over at the closest nightclub. Seeking solace in the pulsating rhythms and vibrant atmosphere, she aimed to escape the relentless thoughts that plagued her mind. The driver obliged, and she exited the vehicle, surrendering to the captivating allure of the thumping music and dazzling lights, which beckoned her like a powerful attraction.

She paid the cover charge and slipped inside, the darkness enveloping her like a shroud. The air was thick with the smell of sweat and alcohol, and she felt her senses come alive. She made her way to the bar, ordering a shot of tequila without hesitation.

As she downed the drink, the music seemed to grow louder, the beat pulsating through her veins. She closed her eyes, letting the rhythm take over, and began to dance. She lost herself in the sea of bodies, her movements wild and uninhibited.

As she danced, she felt a hand on her waist, a gentle touch that sent shivers down her spine. She opened her eyes to find a stranger standing behind her, his eyes locked on hers with a warm smile.

"Lost in the music, huh?" he shouted over the din of the club.

She nodded, feeling a spark of connection. The stranger's hand remained on her waist, his fingers drumming to the beat.

"I'm Max," he said, his breath hot against her ear.

"Olive," she replied, her voice barely audible.

Max's smile grew wider, and he pulled her closer, their bodies swaying to the music. Olive felt a rush of excitement, her sorrow momentarily forgotten.

As the night wore on, they danced together, their connection growing stronger with every passing minute. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt this alive.

She found herself opening up to him in ways she never thought possible. She shared stories, laughter, and tears, feeling a sense of vulnerability she hadn't experienced in years.

He listened intently, his eyes filled with empathy and understanding. He shared his own struggles, and she felt a deep connection forming between them.

As they danced, his hand brushed against hers, sending sparks through her body. She didn't pull away, instead, she let her hand linger, feeling a sense of comfort and security.

For the first time since the wedding, she felt like she could breathe again. His presence was a balm to her soul, soothing her hurt and calming her fears.

As the night wore on, the music slowed, and the crowd began to thin out. Max and Olive found themselves alone on the dance floor, swaying to the rhythm of a soulful ballad.

Max's hand was still holding Olive's, his fingers intertwined with hers. She didn't pull away, feeling a sense of comfort and security in his touch.

As the song ended, he leaned in, his face inches from her. She could feel his warm breath on her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

"Want to get out of here?" Max whispered, his eyes locked on hers.

She nodded, her heart racing with anticipation.

They stumbled out of the club.

Without a word, they both knew what they wanted. They hailed a taxi and headed back to her apartment, their hands entwined.

The moment they stepped inside, they were all over each other, their lips locked in a passionate kiss. They stumbled through the darkness, shedding clothes and inhibitions along the way.

Their bodies moved in perfect sync, their desire for each other raw and unbridled. It was a one-night stand, but it felt like so much more.

As they lay together in the afterglow, Olive felt a sense of liberation wash over her. She had needed this, needed to let go and lose herself in someone else.

Max smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Wow," he whispered, his voice filled with awe.

Olive smiled back, feeling a sense of connection she hadn't expected. "Definitely wow," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

The morning light crept through the blinds, casting a warm glow over the room. Olive stirred, feeling a sense of unease wash over her. She looked over at Max, who was still fast asleep, his chest rising and falling with each breath.

She tried to remember the details of the night before, but they were hazy. She recalled the club, the music, and the way Max's eyes had locked onto hers. The rest was a blur.

Olie carefully got out of bed, trying not to disturb Max. She made her way to the kitchen, starting the coffee and trying to clear her head.

As she waited for the coffee to brew, she couldn't help but think about the night before. It had been a one-night stand, but it had felt different. There had been a connection between them, something that went beyond just physical attraction.

He stirred, his voice husky with sleep. "Hey," he said, smiling at Olive.

"Hey," she replied, feeling a sense of awkwardness wash over her.

He sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes. "What time is it?" he asked, his voice still husky with sleep.

She checked her phone. "It's around 9 am," she replied, pouring herself a cup of coffee.

He swung his legs over the side of the bed, his feet dangling in the air. "I should probably get going," he said, his eyes locked on Olive's.

She felt a pang of disappointment. She didn't want him to leave. "Do you have to?" she asked, trying to sound casual.

He smiled. "I don't have to, but I should probably get back to my place. I have some stuff to take care of."

She nodded, feeling a sense of awkwardness wash over her. "Okay, yeah. That makes sense."

As he got dressed, she couldn't help but feel a sense of uncertainty. What did last night mean? Was it just a one-night stand, or was there something more between them?

As he finished getting dressed, he turned to her with a questioning look. "Can I ask you something?" he said, his voice gentle.

She nodded, feeling a sense of trepidation. "What is it?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

He took a step closer to her. "Last night...it felt like there was something more between us. Something real. Was I just imagining things?"

Her heart skipped a beat. She hadn't expected him to ask that. "No," she said, her voice firm. "You weren't imagining things."

His face lit up with a smile as he stepped closer. "Good," he said. "I'd like to explore this further, if you're interested."

Her mind raced. She hadn't expected this. But as she looked into his eyes, she felt a sense of connection she couldn't ignore. "Yeah," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm interested."

His face lit up with a smile as he took another step closer to her. "Great," he said, his voice filled with enthusiasm. "I'd love to take you out on a proper date. Maybe dinner and a movie?"

Her heart skipped a beat as she nodded, feeling a sense of excitement. "That sounds perfect," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

As they exchanged numbers and made plans, she couldn't help but feel a sense of hope. Maybe this was the start of something real.

Their lips met in a soft, gentle kiss, the chemistry between them palpable.

As they pulled back, he smiled. "I'll pick you up at 7 pm tomorrow night?"

She nodded, feeling a sense of anticipation. "I'll be ready."