Chapter 231 - Twisted Delight (1/2)

It was past midnight when the gal pals arrived back in Ollie and Ava's London home.

Sandwiched between her two drunken gal pals because she couldn't drink yet, Olivia sang with Emily and Ava's slurry version of 'Who Run The World?'.

To Olivia's relief, the three men stepped out of the bedroom. She felt sorry that they had to disturb the men's sleep after seeing them wearing pajamas and sporting ruffled bed hair.

Little did Olivia know that Maxen and Ollie just got home a few minutes ahead of them with the two brothers rushing home so they could change into their pajamas after getting word that the gal pals were ready to call it a night.

”Sweetie?” Ollie said, taming the beast inside him. ”What are you wearing? Did these girls force you to wear that?”

”Wha-what?” Ava threw a protective arm on Emily and Olivia, securing her gal pals in a hug. ”I picked this outfit myself. Do you like it?”

A collection of snorts played in the background, and Ollie sent daggers to his friends who turned red from holding in their laughter, starting from Maxen who was covering his face with his palm.

This was definitely Olivia's idea. Who else would influence his wife to wear such a skimpy outfit? ”About your outfit… We will talk about it in the morning. For now, let's steal some sleep.”

While Ollie walked to where the gal pals were standing to pick up his wife, he heard Emily scoff.

”What's so funny, Wyatt? Always grinning like a fool,” Emily seethed. She sent Wyatt a scathing glare before tracing it to Maxen and Ollie. Even in her drunken state, she could see the glimmer of roguery in her childhood friends' eyes.

”Ha!” Emily scoffed yet again. She wagged a disapproving finger towards Maxen and Ollie but kept her mouth shut. ”You, and you,” she pointed to her guilty friends. ”You owe me one. I won't forget.” With that, Emily flicked her wrist and headed upstairs.

On the second floor landing, Wyatt waited for Emily on the sidelines. He shadowed Emily until she reached her bedroom just in case she strips herself n.a.k.e.d along the way like she normally does every time she gets intoxicated.

The door shook as it slammed shut. Wyatt stood in front for a long beat. ”Good night,” he whispered as he planted a palm on the door.

To him, it felt an eternity since he last shared a bed with Emily, and with their proximity, he couldn't help but storm the heavens to grant his wish of another night more. However, he was aware of the promise he made to his brothers that he would keep a distance from Emily, and he knew it in himself too that he owed her a chance for a reset in life by staying away from her.

Hearing a door close on the main floor, Wyatt took that as his cue to head back to his bedroom with a rueful smile on his face.

”Night, Brother,” Ollie said just as Wyatt opened the door to his bedroom.

Wyatt then looked over his shoulders and grinned at Ollie's way. ”Do you need help?” he asked upon seeing Ollie swaying to hold Ava up.

”Nah, I'm good.”

*If you say so,” Wyatt said in a singsongy voice. He waved a hand and entered his bedroom, retiring for the night.

Meanwhile, Ollie held Ava's weight on his side with one hand hooked around her waist to keep her from sliding down.