Waking up to a buzzing alarm is not a pleasant thing, especially at 6 o’clock in the morning, running on three hours of sleep. So naturally, Dan was nothing less than annoyed when he realized he couldn’t hit snooze this morning because it had snowed the night before and he had to clean his car off before he could leave. He got dressed in the dark as quietly as possible, so Olivia could get at least another fifteen minutes of sleep before she had to get up. He smiled at her, beautiful even asleep, before going out to clean his car off. After turning his car on and cleaning it off, he started to clean off Olivia’s car. When he noticed her keys sitting in the cup holder, he opened the door. When leaning in, he was met by the distinct smell of marijuana smoke. At first he was angry. How could she do this? She promised she was done with it. Then, he was overwhelmed with disappointment. Here, he thought she was doing a great job, and she was letting him believe that, when she was smoking in her car to try to hide it from him. He sighed, putting the key in the ignition and turning the heat on. He came back inside and she was in the bathroom, so he took the Rocky outside, and gave her some food and water before putting her back in her crate. When he went back into his bedroom, she was in there, getting dressed.
She had her back turned and was pulling on a shirt over her slender, pale body. After fixing her shirt, she slid her sweatpants down off her hips, letting them puddle at her ankles. Using her feet to push them the rest of the way off, she stepped out of them and leaned over to grab the pair of jeans she’d put aside for today.
He gave her a crisp swat, then stood back, waiting for her to turn around.
“Ah!” She cried, straightening up and rubbing her assaulted cheek. “Babe,” she turned to look at him. She had half a smile on her face until she looked at his stern expression.
“I started your car for you,” he began.
She smiled, reaching out and rubbing his arm. “Thank you, baby!”
He was surprised at her lack of concern. “It reeks like pot in there, bad.”
She froze now, a look of panic on her face. “Oh, I guess I should spray something,” she mumbled, her gaze meeting her toes.
Dan put his finger beneath her chin and lifted, until their eyes were level. “Look at me,” he ordered softly.
Tears had welled in Olivia’s eyes and as badly as she wanted she wanted to meet his eyes, she couldn’t. She felt like she might be sick.
“Liv,” he said, “please look at me.”
She raised her eyes to meet his and the tears spilled over. “I’m sorry, Dan.”
He glared at her. “You promised me that you were done with this shit,” he said, his voice confessing the betrayal he felt.
She looked down, afraid to hold his eyes any longer. “I know, I’m so sorry. It’s just, Lyla and I went out for drinks last night and she brought a little joint and asked me if she could light up. I didn’t want to say no, I didn’t think I would smoke it, and then as soon as I smelled it…” she paused, trying to calm down before continuing. “I’m sorry Dan. I know it was stupid. It just smelled so good and I only took a couple hits. I just wanted to feel good.” she whispered, shaking her head.
He sighed, sitting down on the loveseat next to where Olivia was standing, firmly holding onto her wrist.
“No, oh Dan please, I’m sorry, I swear it won’t happen again I promise, please.” she begged as he dragged her down over his knee.
“Olivia Marie, I have heard these promises one too many times. I promised you a good paddling if I caught you smoking pot again, didn’t I?” he boomed.