Motorcycle Girl: Book Two

Chapter 14: Bail

The moment my front door shuts behind me when I walk in after work that night, my eyebrows raise at the scene in front of me.

Harper, Annalise, Gabe, and Mason are sitting on dining room chairs. Harper is scrolling through her phone, laughing, Annalise is snickering, Gabe is watching with an amused smirk on his face, and Mason is just full on smiling.

Odeletta, however, is sitting on the kitchen counter with a glass of wine in her hand.

The glass is half full but from the way she's acting, she's had a lot more than a few sips.

She's swinging her feet in her heels like a child. Her hair is messy and her glasses are perched on her face.

"I mean, they're so stupidddd right?" She giggles, raising the glass to her lips again, taking a very big gulp of it. "I'm a big girl! I can handle mysel-" she cuts off with a loud burp, followed by a giggle. "Myself!" She finishes firmly.

I glance at my roommates.

"She had a bad day." Annalise says through her laughter.

I hesitate.

"How many of those has she had?"

"Oh, that's her only one." Gabe says.

"She just drank half of it already." Harper finishes.

The glass is half full.

"She filled that glass all the way?" I ask.

"Uh helloooooo I'm right hereeeee." Odeletta says to me.

So she's not drunk, she's tipsy.

"I should've cussed her out! I'm going to cuss her out right-" she burps again. "Now!"

"No!"

All four of my roommates launch themselves at my fiancé. Gabe snatches her phone off the counter before she can call whoever it is she's talking about.

"I mean, why would she say that to me?" Odette looks like she's going to cry now, looking down at her lap.

I shove the keys to my Honda in my pocket and walk over to her.

"Here amour, let me get you more wine." I say.

She gives me her glass with tears brimming in her eyes.

I dump all the wine in her glass into the sink, rinse the glass, and then go to the fridge, getting the white grape juice. I fill her glass all the way, put the jug back, and hand it back to her.

"Thank you beau." She sniffles.

"You're welcome." I kiss her head.

She raises the 'wine' to her lips and takes a big gulp of it.

When she swallows it, she smacks her lips.

"Wow, this is really good! Is this white wine?"

"Yes it is." I say, rubbing her back. She sighs and rests her head against my side.

"Will you help me upstairs to change?" She asks quietly.

"Of course baby."

I take her drink from her hand.

"No, I want that!" She says.

"Your can have it after you've changed." I say calmly.

"I want it now!" She snaps. "I don't want it after, I want it now."

"I'm sure you do."

I pick her up off the counter. Her legs wrap around my waist.

"You don't love me." She whines.