Page 101 of Spiralling Skywards
“What did she say to you, Sarah? Is this why you wouldn’t have a bar of me when I came round that night? Did she say shit about me?”
Luke passed him a glass of the red wine we’d been drinking. Liam looked at it but didn’t take it from him.
“What the fuck is that?” he asked him.
“Wine.”
“Do I look like I’ve grown a vagina?” He turned to me, adding, “No offence, bub.” And winked.
I hadn’t had sex in four whole weeks. The last sex I’d had was multiple-orgasm, mind-blowing sex. With him. He’d just winked at me. Things may have clenched. Internal things. My knickers may have, for some inexplicable reason, become wet.
“Sarah?”
“That’s a thirty quid bottle of wine. You drink wine, I’ve seen you drink wine.”
“There are two bottles of hundred quid whiskey out there, go and open one of those. I don’t want your poxy wine.”
He glanced at the glass in my hand. “Although, I’m sure the wine is very nice.”
Luke huffed, took my half empty glass, poured the contents of Liam’s into it, and passed it back to me before turning and walking out of the room. My mouth hung open during all of this. My brain still stuck in multiple orgasms and Liam winking territory.
“What did she say to you, Sarah?”
“You told me that you’d had sex with her the night before you left, right?”
“Yeah, I told you that, and I told you why I didn’t admit to it,” Liam said, taking a seat next to me on the sofa.
I wasn’t interested in any of that, there was something else that was bothering me. Why would he admit to that but not to the other nights they’d supposedly spent together? Why hadn’t he told me about them?
“When was the last time you’d seen her previous to that?”
“Two years ago when I caught her fucking Sebastian Markham at our apartment.”
His answer was instant.
“You hadn’t been seeing her in the months prior to leaving? Going out on dates, sleeping together? You weren’t trying to work through your problems?”
“Is that what she told you?” His voice rose at the same rate as he stood up from the sofa.
“Answer the question, Liam”
“I swear to you, the only contact I’ve had with that woman has been via my solicitor for the past two years. Luke can vouch for that. He was there.”
“Where?” Luke asked.
He passed Liam a tumbler half filled with amber liquid. They tapped their glasses together.
“The whole time you were working and living with me in Sydney, did I at any time have any direct contact with Olivia?”
My brother shook his head slowly. His eyes met mine.
“Did she tell you he did?”
I nodded.
“Yeah, she fed me the same bullshit when she showed up at my house before you two walked in.” Luke tilted his head and looked at me.
“I thought that you knew all of that, knew that it was all bullshit?”
