Chapter 115 - Collect Trash (1/2)

Emily's hand hovered over a hotel room's door for a beat before she retracted it, blowing out steam through her pursed lips.

She tried to calm down her erratic heartbeats, soothing herself with the scratching sound of her fingers against her purse.

”Goooo,” Ava pushed her, but the truth was, she was losing balance from intoxication the longer they stood in the hallway.

Emily took a sharp breath, trying for the nth time to swipe the key. Her mind spiraling back to what happened earlier in the parking lot.

An hour ago, she tried to catch up with Wyatt. Her heart told her to follow him and break him apart from Rica, lying to herself that once Wyatt finds out that she knew his cheating habit, he would stop and focus on her.

She was four columns away from where Wyatt parked his car but halted her step when she heard him speak.

”So… how much are you?”

”Siiiir hee-hee-hee,” Rica giggled, clawing Wyatt. ”I'm not for sale, sir.”

”No. No.” He opened the door for Rica like a gentleman, holding it for her until she's fully seated inside. ”I will not buy you. But, I will rent you.”

”Eh sir, you have a ring on your finger. I don't want to be entangled in a mess,” Rica coyly replied, tucking her hair behind her ear.

Emily listened in bated breath, hiding behind the cold cement column. She didn't know what soul possessed her to even stay and witness the whole ordeal, but she did. And just before she willed herself to leave, she heard Wyatt say, ”See. No more ring. Tonight, I'm all yours.”

Looking up to the ceiling, Emily held all the tears in her eyes. She chanted to herself that he didn't deserve a drop of her tears but when she heard the car roar from the distance; she felt her lips tremble and soon enough, when she saw her gal pals, she let out a mute, ugly cry.

Somehow, even when she wanted to scream, or even when she wanted to let out all the deadweight in her c.h.e.s.t, all that she felt at that moment was nothing but numb ache and an empty heart.

Back in the hotel, while Emily was stuck in a limbo outside, Rica was busy tying up Wyatt on the bed's pole; his arms splayed in a 'V' as he stood up on the edge of the bed.

”Are you ready to change your life forever?” she asked, her lips grazing the shell of his ears that her hot breath tickled him straight into his head below. ”Hee-hee-hee, look at how big you are!” She grinned, flogging his erection with a leather slapper.

Outside the hotel room, Olivia flinched when she heard Wyatt's muffled scream of... Rejoice? She shook her head when she felt like she heard it wrong. Shouldn't he be in pain and scared? Looking at Emily, who was frozen in time, she snatched the keycard and swiped it in the reader.

The beep of the door unlocking snapped Emily back to reality. The light from the slightly ajar door invited her to come in and face her future—one wherein Wyatt was not included.

Bumping her head into Olivia, she mouthed a ”thank you” to her darling. She smiled when it dawned on her that sometimes, all we need is a little push from a friend to change the course of our fate.

”I hope you don't mind my friend joining us.” Rica traced a finger on Wyatt's jaw, igniting the itch between his legs. However, the sweet scuffling of stilettos on the carpeted floor was unmistakable.

He knew who that footfall belonged to. He heard it a million times even in his sleep, so he jerked, yanked, and twisted his hands to free himself from the leather handcuffs. But it's all too late.

”Honey…” he croaked. He felt his heart drop from his c.h.e.s.t to his stomach. ”Let me explain, honey. This is a mistake. Please. Emily.”

Sitting on the king-size bed with her back resting on the tufted headrest, Emily sat like a goddess, petting Rica's hair, whose head lay on her l.a.p.

”Honey,” Wyatt's eyes started to water. If she was the same Emily hours ago, she might be swayed like a fool by those tears, but not anymore.

”I gave you my heart. My body. All the love I can until I have nothing left for myself, but what did you give in return, Wyatt? You returned my love with a disease.”

”What? What are you saying? Emily. Uncuff me and we will talk properly. Please.”

”Rica, can you gag this pest? It's too loud, it's hurting my ears.”

With that, Rica pulled her weight off the bed and rummaged through her bag, finding a ball gag.

”DON'T. YOU. F.U.C.K.I.N.G. DARE.” Wyatt's face turned purple from rage. In his confusion, he didn't know who to talk with first: to plead to his honey or warn the lady who's about to gag him.