Ollie leaned over and rested his chin on my shoulder. Maddie smiled. “Busted,” she barked. “First question. Since I already know about ya and your problem from psych ward gossip. Why don’t ya tell me about your personal life?”
“What’s the question, Maddie?”
Her gaze slid to Ollie and back at me. “How many people have you slept with exactly?”
“I don’t know.”
“Oh, come on, Mia. If you can’t keep track of the number, try throwing out a ballpark number. Ten? Fifty? A hundred?”
My blood seethed as my skin seared. “I honestly don’t know.”
She wrapped her fingers around the neck of the vodka before handing it over. “Drink up, slapper.”
“Watch your mouth, Maddie,” Ollie growled from behind me as Bria gasped. “She might not understand, but I’m not allowing it.”
The vodka lit my throat on fire as the burn flowed down into my stomach, having no clue as to what Ollie was talking about.
Two cards were already in front of me—a nine and four.
“Hit it,” Bria whispered.
“Stay,” Ollie whispered.
“Stay,” I said to Maddie.
She took her card from the pile. She won. She would have won anyway since the king would have put me over.
Maddie scooped up the cards, placing them over the discard pile. “What do you honestly think about each person in the room.”
Sighing, I smoothed my attention across everyone. I never hid my feelings toward anyone. “Jake is annoying at first, but once you get to know him, he’s a pretty good guy. Alicia is badass and gorgeous. Bria, I’m sorry, but you’re a bitch when someone seems threatening to your targets”—I laughed—”but once the threat is gone, you become this completely different person.” My attention moved on, and I pointed toward Isaac. “Horn-dog. And …” I pointed toward Liam, who was now watching with a topless Gwen by his side. “Horn-dog number two. And Gwen, I don’t know you too well to say.”
“And Ollie?”
My arm drops into my lap. “Everyone knows Ollie is a sweetheart when he wants to be.”
“I didn’t ask what everyone else thinks. I asked what you think.”
I turned behind me when my eyes met Ollie’s. His fingers were over his mouth as always, believing it would somehow hide his thoughts. But truth always flared in his eyes. “Ollie’s a beautiful person.”
Maddie coughed up a laugh, pulling my attention from Ollie’s smile. “Guess you don’t know him as well as you think.”
“Deal the cards.”
She hit me with two more.
I lost.
Again.
“How many people have you had sex with—
“You already asked me that.”
“You didn’t let me finish.”
I slumped back against Ollie.
“How many people have you had sex with in this room?”
Leaning forward, I grabbed for the bottle in front of me and brought it to my lips.
Maddie sneered, placing two more cards in front of me. The alcohol was already warming me. “Hit me.”
“Busted again,” Maddie cheered. “Okay, Liam, Isaac, and Ollie. Who would you kill, have a one night stand with, and marry?”
I rolled my head back.
“Just answer the question, Mia,” Ollie breathed.
With the bottle still in my hand, I took another gulp for courage. “Kill Liam, one night stand with Isaac, and marry Ollie.”
“This is brilliant,” she laughed.
“No.” I wiped my lips with the back of my hand. “This is fucking tupid …” I groaned as the others chuckled around me. “Stupid,” I said slowly, drawn out, showing everyone I wasn’t as drunk as I actually was.
Two more cards slid in front of me, and I had to bend down to see. “Hit me.”
“No, Mia,” It was Ollie’s voice. No matter what condition, I’d always recognize his smooth voice. He sounded so far away, yet so close to me.
“Busted.” Maddie laughed. “Did you fuck Ollie?”
“No,” I said, then laughed as soon as the words came out.
“Alright, she’s had enough,” Ollie said.
“One more.” Maddie scoffed with cards already placed in front of me. Blinking numerous times, I couldn’t make out the numbers or letters.
“Stay, Mia.”
“Stay,” I said, repeating whatever bone Ollie would throw.
“I win again. Guess the cards aren’t in Mia’s favor tonight.”
Dropping my head into my hands, I missed but fixed myself quickly.
“When was the last time you had sex with Ollie, Mia?”
“What is it with all these questions about Ollie?” I shouted, attempting to stand to my feet.
“Answer or drink.”
I laughed. “You want to know about Ollie and me?”
“Don’t, Mia.” It was Ollie in my ear as he pinned me to his back. “Don’t say another word.”
Maddie raised her brows. “Sounds like someone is ashamed of you, Mia.”
“God, no … stop!” Ollie shouted and ran his hand through his hair.
I was already angry. And drunk. And those two didn’t mix well. “What about you, huh? When was the last time you really took your meds, Maddie? Or tell me what you had to do to get to Dr. Conway …”
Maddie stood to her feet as I crouched down and reached for the bottle. Shoving it into her chest, I said, “Want to answer or want to drink?” Hastily, I took a sip and brought it back to her chest. The adrenaline made me insane. The liquor made me slur. And Ollie took the bottle from my hand and set it over the dresser before standing in front of me.
He brought his hands to my face, and I latched on to his imploring green eyes. “Let’s go, alright? She’s done enough already.” As I held on to his arms, he kissed my forehead. “Please.”
“Exactly what I thought,” Maddie stated.
Once we crawled back to Ollie’s room, he laid me down over his mattress. “Ollie?”
“I’m right here,” he said as he climbed in beside me.
“I think I’m going to puke.”