Chapter 113 - Brushed Past (2/2)
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After two hours, Ava arrived in a hotel penthouse suite and found Emily sprawled on the floor. ”Oh my gosh.” Her hand flew to her c.h.e.s.t, catching her heart in horror upon seeing Emily's mascara-stricken face. ”What happened to you, Emily? Are you having a wedding planning meltdown?”
”NOOOOO!” Emily hauled herself up, teetering towards Ava who stretched her arms, ready to catch her. ”Nobody's getting married!”
”Emily,” Ava hummed her name, looking around the room for Olivia. Her mind went blank, confused at what the heck was going on.
She arched her back when she caught a whiff of a powerful stench from Emily's breath.
”I love you, Ava. I just don't say it because I'm jealous of you. Jealous how Ollie never looked back to his old ways after marrying you. Tell me your secret.”
”You haven't answered me yet!” Emily w.h.i.n.ed as she shook Ava under her grip. She pouted, her head bobbing from her lack of control.
”You're wasted, Emily. Let's go get you a glass of water first, okay?” Ava thanked the heavens when Emily nodded her head, listening to her coaxing.
The two friends soon found their way inside the master bedroom where Olivia's fingers were flying over her laptop.
Ava pushed Emily off her, the sweet girl landed with a plop in the bed. The sisters-in-law exchanged looks when Emily writhed and mewled on the bed—riding off her intoxication.
”What happened?” Ava mouthed, rounding off the mahogany table where Olivia set up shop.
”It doesn't matter. Don't let her have another drop of alcohol. We need her sober.” Olivia c.o.c.ked an eyebrow over Emily, who was now back to crying.
”Okay. Wait, what are you doing anyway?”
”I'm tracking Wyatt. He should be somewhere. Maxen told me Wyatt has a dinner meeting with some military officials tonight.”
”But Livi, we can't just barge in their dinner and I can't stay past midnight. Finn will look for me.”
Ava bit her bottom lip when Olivia's searing stare met her eyes, raising goosebumps over her skin.
”Let Oliver do the parenting for tonight. You've been doing it for years. One night outside won't hurt Finn.” She heard Olivia speak. She took a step back when Olivia pushed her chair away from the table and stood, walking towards the floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the harbors on the western side of the metro.
With her arms crossed over her c.h.e.s.t, Olivia looked over her shoulders. A glint of mischief and a fire of vengeance glowed in her eyes, warning Ava that Wyatt would incur their wrath.