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"First, I want to talk to a manager because I need a glass of wine. For food, I'll have the chicken alfredo," she said, closing the menu.
"Oh man, O'Shea makes the best chicken alfredo I've ever tasted," I gushed.
"He really does. I actually miss him making it for us," Olivia said.
"I remember when he'd make that for us after we'd spent all afternoon making love all over our condo. He said the carbs would get our strength up for more rounds," Kayla added with a smirk.
"Okay, Kayla, now that's enough," my mother stated firmly.
The waiter shifted uncomfortably. "Chicken alfredo it is—"
"Wait, no," Kayla said. "Actually, I'm not in the mood for alfredo. I'll go with the lasagna classico instead." She smirked at me, but I only shook my head and took a sip of my wine. The woman screamed desperate for attention and I refused to give her what she wanted. O’Shea gave my knee a light squeeze, filling me with comfort to know he was on my side.
The rest of the meal was pleasant for the most part. Kayla kept quiet, eventually managing to get a glass of wine that she downed as soon as the waiter placed it on the table. From what O’Shea had said in the car and watching her nearly inhale her wine, I was a bit skeptical about her being pregnant, too. What pregnant woman in their right mind would drink alcohol?
"Kayla, what the hell are you doing?" O’Shea asked her when she flagged the waiter down again.
"Why do you care? You're too busy worrying about your white whore over there," she snapped, her words starting to slur.
"I'm seriously not going to keep sitting here and listen to her call me names," I said to him under my breath.
"Just be cool," he murmured, rubbing my thigh. I blushed when I noticed his mom looking down at our laps, seeing his hand resting on my thigh.
"Waiter! More wine!" Kayla all but screamed, grabbing the attention of the surrounding tables. The waiter came over to her.
"Ma'am, you've finished an entire bottle to yourself already. My manager has asked that we cut you off, as we're getting complaints from other tables about the noise over here."
"How fucking pathetic is she?" Olivia muttered, finishing the wine in her glass.
"Yeah, she's had enough," Michelle said. "Could we get the bill and boxes to go, please?"
"Of course." The waiter dashed off.
"And bring more wine!" Kayla yelled behind him with a hiccup. Michelle patted her hand.
“I think you've had enough, dear." She turned to Paris. "Can you take her to the car?" She handed Paris the keys and watched as my sister pulled drunk Kayla to her feet and away from the table.
He took my hand in his under the table, his thumb caressing the back of it. I relaxed under his touch, taking a few more bites of my food. The quicker we left the restaurant, the better.
Once we boxed up our leftovers and the bill was paid, we walked out of the restaurant, engaging in small chitchat. Kayla's voice was clear as day as we rounded the corner to see her ranting.
"He still loves me! I fucking know he does! That stupid white bitch is just brainwashing him!" she screamed. Paris did her best to try to reason with her to get into the car, but Kayla refused. Passing customers gawked at us as they made their way into the restaurant.
"This is getting out of hand," Olivia muttered, rushing over to help her sister with the drunk psycho. Kayla's eyes fell on O’Shea and me. She stormed over to us and slapped me. My cheek stung as I stumbled back a couple of steps in complete shock.
“What the fuck?” I exclaimed.
"You ruined everything, you bitch!" she screamed. “Shea and I would’ve worked things out and you had to come into the picture and ruin everything!”
O’Shea caught her hand before she had the chance to hit me again, pinning her against the car. "Have you lost your fucking mind?" he bellowed.
She looked at him with tears in her eyes. "I just want you to see that we belong together—"
"If you put your hands on her again or continue disrespecting her, we're going to have a serious problem," he growled. "Do I make myself clear?"
She stared at him for a few moments, her expression hardening. “Get off of me,” she spat. He released her and stepped away. She yanked the car door and practically threw herself in the backseat.
"You all right?" O’Shea murmured, taking my face into his hands and examining me. I nodded without a word, slightly pulling away from him. Guilt passed over his features as tears burned my eyes. Michelle rushed over to us.
