Page 27 of The Biker's Virgin
CHAPTER FIFTEEN – OLIVIA
Maddie shuffled into the kitchen in her slippers. She still had her makeup on from the night before and her hair was mussed up like a giant rat’s nest.
“Rough night?” Olivia asked.
“Fuck me,” Maddie moaned and leaned against the counter as she filled up a glass of water. “I hope that I can keep this down.”
“It’s water,” Olivia said. “Where were you last night?”
“Ugh. After closing up the restaurant, we all sat around and polished off a bottle of tequila.”
Maddie pulled out the chair next to Olivia and gingerly sat down. Olivia could smell the alcohol as it seeped out of her sister’s body. Olivia took a bite of her toast with peanut butter and leaned back in her chair, thankful that she didn’t feel like Maddie. Olivia drank every once in a while, but never to excess, and she’d never been even remotely hungover.
“What are your plans for the day?” Olivia asked.
“Thank god, I have the day off. I’m going to go back to bed and only come out when I can eat something without barfing it back up.” Maddie leaned forward and pressed her forehead into the palms of her hands. “What are you up to?”
“I’m going to practice my pieces for my audition. That’s really all I have on the agenda.”
Maddie did her best to smile, “I admire your dedication. I wish I was passionate about something.”
Olivia was about to respond when Maddie jumped up and ran to the bathroom. Olivia could hear her dry heaving, loudly, through the closed door.
Maddie’s phone blinged and Liv couldn’t help but read the text message that popped up on her screen. It said: ‘U alive? Thx for the gr8 evening gorgeous’. Olivia wondered who had sent it and felt a pang of jealousy. Men tripped over themselves to be with Maddie.
Maddie shuffled back to the table and picked up her glass of water. “I’m going back to bed.”
Olivia handed Maddie her phone, “Someone messaged you thanking you for last night”.
Maddie smiled and slid her phone into the pocket of her pink fuzzy housecoat.
“What, you aren’t going to tell me who it is?” Olivia teased.
“Liv, you wouldn’t understand,” Maddie said.
This intrigued Olivia to no end. “Why wouldn’t I understand?”
“You’re so virtuous. I like to have a little fun every now and again, without any commitments. I just don’t feel like being judged by you right now.”
“I’ve never judged you, a day in your life!” Olivia said defensively.
“Try every day.”
“As if,” Olivia said angrily. “I wish I could be more like you!”
“No, you don’t.”
“As a matter of fact, if you must know, I made out with that biker guy, Blaine the other day. I’m not as innocent as you think I am.”
“Excuse me? What?” Maddie’s eyes perked up. She grabbed Olivia’s hand and dragged her to her to the living room. “Come join me in hangover camp,” she said as she crawled under her duvet on the couch. “I was going to do some Netflix binging, but this is way better entertainment!”
Maddie cocooned herself under the blanket in the fetal position. Olivia picked up the corner of the cover to crawl under beside her but was overcome by a wave of hangover stink, so she sat in the recliner and balanced her plate of toast on her leg.
“So, how did this all happen?”
“I was at Steve’s barn, minding my own business and he just walked in.”
“What was he doing there?”
