The Mistress

“This is all your fault!” Oliver said to Heather and she raised her head from the phone. She had been watching the show, she was curious about who would get the award among the men and the host was about to announce it when Oliver shouted at her. She spared him a glance before turning back to face the phone and she fisted her hand in anger when the emcee mentioned Ruby’s name. Anyone could have gotten the award, why did it have to be Ruby? Why did everything revolve around the Conrad family? Oliver, who was ignored by Heather, was pissed too. He hates it when he is trying to have a serious conversation but he is ignored. He snatched the phone from her and threw it on the floor. She had been watching the damn show since they entered the car. “What the hell?!” She snapped and he stared at her in disbelief. “What?” “Why the fuck would you smash my phone on the ground?” “That is your only concern right now?” He asked and Heather tilted her head at him. “Am I supposed to have any other worr