#Chapter 80: Safe With Wes

Ollie’s POV Conrad insisted that Sylvia and I leave the meet and greet after that. I thought Sylvia might insist on staying but whatever had annoyed her seemed to ruin her mood entirely. She was quiet and broody most of the way home. We didn’t have the limo this time. Conrad drove us in his luxury sedan, with him behind the wheel and Sylvia in the passenger seat. I sat in the back and tried to make myself small. I didn’t even want Conrad to see me in the rear-view mirror. I hated that I was being blamed for the actions of other people against me, but if Sylvia framed the story so that I looked like a vixen, then I couldn’t really argue it. Conrad would never believe me over Sylvia. Fortunately, after we arrived home, we all went our separate ways, so I could hide away for a while and not have to worry about anyone else. In my room though, I felt so tired, so unappreciated. I felt dirty and used. Yes, those men hadn’t gotten farther than some manhandling of me, but I still