Unexpected Love

Chapter 24 - Bailey

Riley most definitely had a death wish. I was going to strangle the fuck out of her. I could only imagine the different ways I could kill her.

Delilah and Riley together was a force I did not want to mess with. They were the devil's spawns. Ready to torture me. The moment they both were put in the same room they practically had me at gunpoint trying to put me into different items of clothing.

Very revealing clothes.

They physically held me down and shoved the black leather top on me. I was allowed to put the blue jeans on myself.

Thankfully.

My boobs were practically spilling out of my top. My jeans sticking to my ass like second skin.

Was it wrong that I hated it because Greyson was missing out?

Riley was standing in front of the mirror checking her makeup. She wore a wool sweater over a black bra that had a metal chain holding her breasts in place, her stomach piercing on display. Light green leather pants and white heels, that complimented her look. Her hair was up in her natural black curls. I watch as she paints her lips with lip-gloss again touching up the edges.

Delilah was leaning against my dresser her phone in hand as she types away. Her blonde hair fell in front of her hair like a curtain shielding her pink cheeks. She wore a purple sundress that rode right above her knees. A ruffled strand on her shoulders holds her dress together.

She looked stunning.

"Who are you texting?" I ask her with narrowed eyes.

"Graham," Riley mutters fixing her mascara.

I straighten up, "You're texting Graham."

Her eyes go wide. "What? no, I'm not."

"She so is. Need approval for your outfit?" Riley asks staring at her through the mirror.

"Approval? Does Graham tell you what to wear?" I ask her furrowing my brows. She nods, biting her lip with a slight blush on her face. "What is it with men trying to tell us what to do? I mean just this morning Greyson tried to tell me not to stand beside his brothers." I groan at her.

She smiles at me. She moves forward to my bed and sits in front of me. "I hope you told him to stick it where the sun doesn't shine," Riley mutters before Delilah has a chance to speak.

"No, no it really isn't like that." Delilah starts.

"Yeah? And what is it like?" I ask.

She bites her lip. "When he tells me to change or stares at me with a look that says cover-up." The redness on her cheeks getting more apparent. "I-I like it. It was like he wanted me. So nobody could see me the way he could. I liked it because it was the few moments that showed he felt something for me."

The room is silent for a few seconds. "Well damn, that was kind of sweet." I try out. She shakes her head.

"Alright, ladies enough boy talk let's go get our drink on!" Riley shouts finally done fixing her make-up.

We drive across town, because riley said there were less creeps around and we could drink to our hearts content. We walk into the bar with a strut. Heading to the counter Riley orders a round of shots for all three of us.

We were on our fifth shot now, and I was feeling a little tipsy.

Delilah was in a worse state than me, she was already tripping over her own feet after the third shot.

"So, when does your bakery open up?" She asks tipping back her head with another shot.

I scrunch my eyes, "Um, I don't know."