ALICE Ch 282

“As I live and breathe. Riley Jameson,” says the voice on the phone. Riley has it on speaker.

Alice joins Riley and Adella on the bed.

“To what do I owe the honor?” Annette asks.

“Stop trying to fuck my wife,” Adella says.

“I should say you’re on speaker with me, Jelly Delly, and Alice Wilde, the famous goalie,” Riley says.

“OK. Uh, thanks for leading with that. Hi, everybody. What’s up, Riley?”

“What’s this bullshit with people starting fights?” Riley asks.

“Why are you asking me? Ask Mio Mido. Glynda’s the one who brought her on. Something to do with Honda.”

“Look, Annette. It’s Alice. Uh, I don’t know how to say this. But how is my luck this bad? How is Glynda’s luck this bad? What is going on?” The words come out sounding pitiful.

Riley crawls over and wraps her arms around Alice.

“You sound rough, Alice. What happened?” Annette asks.

Alice hesitates, hugging Riley back. She can’t snitch on Glynda; Glynda wouldn’t want anyone knowing that she’s struggling.

“It just seems like a lot.” Alice pats Riley’s back and lets go with a grateful look.

Annette sighs. “It is. Are you suggesting that there’s something sinister going on?”

“I don’t know. I think about Irina Orlova a lot.”

“That was icky.”

“That’s an understatement,” Alice grumbles.

“But Irina moves in these circles,” Annette says. “Stuff happens. It’s not the first time something hasn’t gone her way. I’m not saying she doesn’t have the reach to cause problems for us, but doing something like this just because you won’t sleep with her doesn’t sound like something that a reasonable person would do.”

“Reasonable?” Alice balks. “You know she does stuff with her daughter, right?”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“You mean like an incestuous relationship?”

“Yeah. No. Kind of. No, not really. But…” Alice blushes and gives Riley and Adella an apologetic look. “But they would both be in the room participating. They weren’t having sex with each other. They were doing it with me. But doing that with your daughter? Like, at the very least, it was Irina being super hands-on to get Sasha laid. That is not normal. There is nothing normal about her. She’s crazy.”

There is an uncomfortable silence. Riley looks shaken. Adella looks both curious and amused. Riley sees that and proactively puts her hand over her wife’s mouth.

“I guess I hear where you’re coming from, Alice. I don’t really know what you want me to do about it,” Annette says.

“Can’t we investigate or something?”

“Look, if Irina Orlova isn’t pissed at FUTA Racing now, if word gets out that we suspect her, things just get a lot worse. Then she’d have actual grounds to give us trouble. There could even be litigation.” Annette clicks her tongue. “I’m sorry, Alice. This is a tough sport.”

“All right. I guess… thanks for listening.”

“Have a good night.”

Riley picks up her phone. “Sorry,” she says as Alice stands up.

“It’s OK. I’ll feel better tomorrow.”