Chapter 30 - Funky Crimson (1/2)
The Lee Estate
Down the hallway, Emily's breath hitched upon seeing Maxen and Lance talking. ”Honeeey,” she sang sweetly to Wyatt who was busy chatting with a guest.
”Hmm? What's wrong?” Wyatt asked, sliding his palm at the small of Emily's back.
”10 o'clock. By the library. Hurrrrry! I can smell Maxen's anger from here,” Emily whispered to Wyatt's ear.
Wyatt gave her his champagne flute and sweetly kissed her temple before warning her, ”Stay here like a good little girl. I don't want you to get caught in case a fight breaks out.” Emily giggled and pawed the platoon commander's c.h.e.s.t, tipping her chin towards the library's direction in a hurrying manner.
Lance smirked when Maxen pivoted on his heel and faced him. He thought he finally hooked Maxen's attention on his fingertips so all he had to do was to tug on the line. He looked smug throughout while tattling about his ”encounter” with Olivia. How could she be so useful even after they broke up? Swirling the champagne in his flute, he tipped it towards Maxen and whispered, ”Make sure you handle her rough. She likes... no... She loves it.” Lance chuckled at his short kiss and tell, sure as hell that the playboy prince would love his trivial gift.
What Lance didn't see was how Maxen's fingers were curled into a fist with so much force that his knuckles turned white and made a cracking sound. He grinned like a meerkat upon seeing the decorated platoon commander named Wyatt approach them.
”Hey, brother. I've been looking for you,” Wyatt said with a light tap on Maxen's shoulder to ease the blazing inferno that could be seen in his friend's eyes. He gave Lance a curt nod and waited a little for Maxen to pull himself away from the heated conversation but was flabbergasted at what the insolent bastard spouted.
”We were talking about Olivia,” Lance started, ”and I gave His Highness a few… tips.” Lance's stupid grin annoyed the two men to which Wyatt decided that Maxen could do whatever he wanted to this insolent bastard and he would not stop his friend.
”Brother, hold this for me please,” Maxen said as he handed Wyatt his champagne flute. ”Say that again.”
”Which one? Oh, the part that she loves it rough?”
Wyatt laughed like a maniac. He saw nothing but a funky crimson spilling in the Lee's mansion tonight. Wyatt watched as Maxen pin Lance on the wall with his forearm and purple veins popped out with the amount of force that his brother applied.
Maxen was about to land a punch on Lance when his phone rang so he picked it up with his free hand while his other arm was still pinning Lance in place. He took a sharp breath to compose himself and picked up the call, smiling slightly as he heard his rose's voice. ”Hey, gorgeous. If you keep on calling me, I might as well leave the party and spend the night with you,” Maxen said upon hearing Olivia's 'hello'.
Wyatt could hear Olivia's bell-like laughter from the phone. He inched a little closer to eavesdrop on Maxen and Olivia's conversation. He needed to report something to Emily later and who knows, she might give him a prize too for his good intel.
”I was thinking if I can borrow Stoneface MIB1 to spar with Shadow tonight,” Olivia didn't beat around the bush and asked. The truth was, she wanted to see the techniques that the Sui security detail are using and compare notes with her security detail's existing fighting techniques.
”Sure. Is there anything else that you need except for the cologne?” Maxen nodded after hearing Olivia's giggling at his question. ”Olivia,” Maxen trailed before asking, ”I met a guy who kisses and tells. What do you think I should do to him?”
”A warning should be enough,” Olivia replied nonchalantly; she was busy motioning her orders to MIB1 and Shadow to get inside her decoy apartment. When the two entered her decoy apartment, she huffed and voiced out, ”Don't waste your time on 'boys' like him. You know better not to deal with traitors. Ok, hanging up now. Thank you, Max. I owe you one.”