Chapter 116 - Pooled Blood (1/2)

”Oh. My. God.” Emily's hand flew to her c.h.e.s.t, mouthing the words. Her eyes were as big as saucers, her head foggy from what transpired inside the hotel room.

”Wait a minute,” Olivia held a finger up, bumping into Emily as she stormed inside the bedroom.

”Say cheese, d.i.c.khead!”

Wyatt squinted when a flash hit his eyes, blinding him. He was seething in rage that it felt as if he could break the wooden poles in half.

When she saw veins pop on Wyatt's forehead, Olivia sprinted out of the room, locking the door behind her.

”Shit!” Emily cursed. ”Who has the key card?”

Olivia's hand flew to her mouth. ”Fudge. I think I dropped it inside. Why?”

”There's no housekeeping door tag...” Emily pointed at the doorknob.

Three pairs of eyes darted from one pair to another until the hallway was filled with t.h.i.g.h-slapping laughter.

They left with arms linked, and never looked back at the door. Who cares how long it would take for somebody to find Wyatt tied up on a pole?

The ladies found themselves back in the hotel suite they booked earlier. Feeling festive, the gal pals drank alcohol like it was their night job.

”Oooooops! Wait, wait, Ava. Let Emily 'open doors' from now on for good luck. Okay?” Olivia grinned like a Cheshire cat, her eyes twinkled with mischief and mayhem. Ava had a bad feeling her sister-in-law did something out of the box again so she couldn't help but trail Emily who was giggling the entire walk to the suite's door.

”Yes… Officer?” Emily straightened up, smelling her breath just in case. Did Wyatt escape the hotel room? She blinked once… and twice, thinking of the endless possibilities why a police officer was standing outside their suite.

”Sorry to interrupt your party, madam. But we received noise complaints from the staff.”

Holding up his tactical light, the officer entered the room, interrogating the ladies. To Ava's surprise, two more officers followed.

Emily and Ava's armpits started to sweat, and the spirit of alcohol in their system dissipated into thin air.

Reaching the living area, Emily noticed the officer checking the crevices of the sofa. ”We don't do drugs if you're looking for it.”

Ava hastened her steps, clutching on Emily's arm. ”I think we should call Ollie.” She was a second away from dialing her husband's number when the officer turned on his heel, surprising the two ladies.

They landed on the sofa, their heads pulsated on impact that they squinted and g.r.o.a.n.e.d to relieve themselves.

”Sir… promise,” Emily raised her hand, palm facing the officer. ”We just had a little too much alcohol. We don't do drugs. We're good girls.”

”Good girls, you say,” the officer trailed off before a ripping sound filled the room.

Emily and Olivia cackled, clutching their bellies. Ava, on the other hand, covered her eyes for a split second before peeping at the crevice of her two fingers.

Right in front of them were three officers, don in nothing but black thongs and batons, much to the girl's satisfaction.

~Gotta be compatible

Takes me to my limits

Girl when I break you off

I promise that you won't want to get off~

While the three officers gave Ava and Emily the l.a.p dance of their lives, Olivia went bonkers and stood on top of the coffee table, raining dollar bills on her gal pals while laughing as if there's no tomorrow.

~If you're horny, let's do it, ride it, my pony

My saddle's waiting, come and jump on it~

Ava tried to avert her gaze, but the bulges on the officer's c.h.e.s.t were calling out her name.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Seven. Wait? Did she skip a number? Okay. She stopped counting when the abs counting turned into a chore, so she shifted her gaze straight to the deep V that disappeared the lower her eyes went. ”Sweetie, I'm sorry,” she whispered, her eyes tightly shut as if in deep prayer.

Just as the party was getting hotter, the door in their suite slammed open.