Page 56 of Other Woman Drama


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I put my arms in and turned to zip it up but he got there before me, zipping me up and then reaching for my helmet.

He fit that into place next, then said, “Hop on.”

I did, after him of course, and scooched in as close as I could, plastering my body to his from crotch to head.

He chuckled at the spider monkey impression I was pulling and started the bike up after getting his own helmet on.

The bike started with a throaty roar, and soon he was back on the road, heading back for the shop.

It took us seven minutes, which sucked.

I could’ve spent a lifetime behind him on his bike, but he likely had places to be and things to do.

But still we had to split these cookies…

“Here,” he said as he held his hand out.

I took it and swung my leg off, holding onto his hand until I was steady on my feet before he said, “If I stop for beer, can you get some pizza or something for us? I’m starving and haven’t eaten since yesterday afternoon.”

I felt giddiness once again take root inside me.

“Of course.” I hesitated. “Do you want to come over to my place?”

Not that I was embarrassed of my place, per se, but I wasn’t totally comfortable inviting people over because my place barely qualified as a home.

I barely spent time there, so what was the point of having anything but a bed and some dishes? I didn’t even have décor. The most decorating I’d done was leaving my clothes in various piles around the apartment.

“Come over to mine,” he suggested, not realizing just how relieved I was that he’d invited me over. “Do you know where I’m at?”

“I know you’re close to where Eedie lives,” I admitted. “But I don’t know exactly where.”

I chose to say where Eedie lived instead of where my dad lived.

It was better not to bring attention to the fact that my dad lived with his ex-wife and daughter.

I didn’t want him to get mad at me about my parentage all over again.

He nodded, then said, “I’ll send you my address. You can head to get the pizza.”

We parted ways, and as soon as I got in my car and started it up to head in the direction of the pizza place, I called my sister.

“Hey,” she said. “Are you showering already?”

I licked my lips. “Actually, no. So…”

My day slipped out.

Every single detail of my day, from start to finish, ending with, “What do I do?”

“Go to the pizza place next to your apartment,” she said. “Grab a change of clothes while you wait for the pizza to get done. Then go to Webber’s place once he sends you the address and spend the evening with him.”

“But what do I do when I get there?” I asked. “I’m absolutely disgusting. I’m covered in grease and sweat. Do I just say hey, I’m going to shower really quick? Do I ask first? What do I do?” I paused. “Maybe I should just shower at home.”

“No, don’t shower at home,” Aella rushed out. “Just grab a change of clothes and head to his place when he sends you the address.”

So that was what I did.

I headed to my place and gathered my clothes before ordering a pizza from the pizza parlor just around the corner and waited for him to send me his address.