This is disgusting.
After ten minutes of scrubbing, I finally have the sink full of water and filthy dishware. Loud music blaring from down the hall causes me to nearly smash a plate. Doors keep opening and closing but I will not give into curiosity. I am sure that is what Tristian wants so he can embarrass me or something of the sort.
I wonder how many people live here...Do his biker friends stay here too? Is that who is making so much noise. I didn’t take so many things into account when I willingly climbed on the back of his motorcycle.
The refrigerator door closing snaps me from my thoughts. I freeze unsure of whether or not I should turn around. I am sure if I do, Tristian will be standing there giving me a dirty look or waiting to pounce on me. I don’t know which version of him I am going to get.
“Got any wine coolers?” A shrewd female voice questions.
I spin around coming face to face with a crazy looking chick. Her hair is short and spiky, sticking up all over and it is blonde with pink and purple tips.
“I’m not sure,” I answer honestly. I don’t even know where to put the dishes once they are dry.
“Then get some from the cellar,” she barks at me. I don’t appreciate her snappy tone. Who does she think she is?
“Okay, where is the cellar?”
“Are you stupid or something?” She snorts as Tristian joins us.
“Fuck off Rain,” he dismisses her. She rolls her eyes at me then kisses his cheek.
“Get me some wine baby,” she coos.
Baby? So that’s what he likes. Figures. I roll my eyes, irritated. Is she his girlfriend?
I steal a glance at Tristian.
He looks pissed at her term of endearment though. His jaw is tight, his eyes dark, and narrowed on me. Maybe he is indifferent with everyone and not just me.
“Who is this chick?” She questions her eyes darting between us.
“The new maid. Come on, I’ll show you the cellar.” He brushes her away and steps around me.
I follow behind him hoping Rain isn’t coming with us. I don’t like her already. I hope she isn’t his live-in-girlfriend. A brief glance over my shoulder confirms it is just the two of us as he leads me down narrow stairs. The air gets cooler the further down we go. Chill bumps spread over my arms and I shiver at the temperature change.
“Having a party?”
“Not really,” is the only explanation he offers. He flicks on a dim light, exposing the stonewalls and cold stone floor.
My feet are already hurting from the hard floors.
Looking around I imagine this used to be the dungeon entrance, by the look of the iron doors that appear to lead to another corridor. This front room serves as a storage room. There is a whole wall of nothing but wine racks.
“You like wine?” He is actually asking me a normal question.
“Not really. I don’t care much for it. My brother-in-law, Felix, would give me a beer sometimes at cookouts. I like beer.”
My answer takes him off guard. His tattooed mouth curves upward into a half-smile. It is somewhat adorable. It feels weird thinking it, considering he has his face tattooed to mirror a corpse or something.
“Do you want a beer?” he asks selecting a bottle of wine.
“Maybe some other time. I’m kinda tired. Didn’t sleep good last night. I thought I might take a dip in your tub.”
“Yeah, sure. Make yourself at home Isabella, just remember my rules. I doubt you’ll get much sleep tonight.” He grimaces. I’m not sure if it is meant as an apology or a warning.
Chapter 6
ISABELLA