Red Flags Chapter 22
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👩❤️👨 Red Flags: ❣️
♥️🚩👫 (Badasses • Bad • Jerks) 🚩♥️
The moment a video started playing and moans took over the room, Hyce left him and got a bag of red apples from beside the bed.
“That belongs to Banks, he never jokes with his red apples” Conrad warned.
“Let him kill me tomorrow morning” Hyce replied, taking one from the apples to munch on.
“I should probably start preparing for your funeral” Conrad said and began googling “How To Bury A Friend”
He was still on it when he got a text, and he picked his phone to check.
~ Have fun on your trip, and prepare for the upcoming event ~
It’s from his mother, and immediately he read it, he felt like smashing his phone.
He shut down the laptop and stood, getting the weed stash before leaving the room.
*
NORTH AND CHADWICK’S ROOM*
North slipped into the bathroom after the long sèx exercise she had with Chadwick, and she exited after having a short shower.
With the towel wrapped around her chest, she went to Chadwick who’s smoking joint and settled on his laps, kissing his lips into her mouth.
She absorbed the smoke in the process, and she blew it out through her nose to his face.
“What if I want round two?” she whispered.
“Aren’t you such a whore?” His hoarse voice seeped out.
“Your whore” she replied, dragging the towel away from her chest.
Her breàsts spilled out.
“We should plan for tomorrow instead. Your pu$$y can wait” he pushed her off.
“Tomorrow is already planned. We’re setting Emory up with a snake during the island tour, aren’t we? I brought the snake with me” She replied, bringing out a cage containing a black mamba from under the bed.
“Not just Emory, I’m adding Lizzy to the plan” Chadwick replied, and North smiled, reeking of wickedness.
“Sure” she set down the snake cage and peeled off her towel completely.
“Shall we? Tomorrow will be busy” She licked her finger.
Meanwhile, from the door, Omar has been listening.
After gathering the info he needs, he left as fast as possible.
*
REBEKAH AND LIZZY’S ROOM*
Rebekah is currently sitting beside Lizzy’s body on the ground.
They were talking ten minutes ago when Lizzy suddenly got the seizure again, and she was too late to stop her from falling.
She fell from the bed and hurt her forehead, and it’s still swollen.
She foamed for minutes before it finally stopped some minutes ago, and she has been still on the ground since then.
Rebekah had to sprinkle cold water on her, and she began massaging her swollen forehead.
Slowly, Lizzy’s eyes opened, and she sat up.
“Are you ok now?” Rebekah asked with concern.
“I’m fine, thanks for taking care of me again” Lizzy smiled, wiping her lips.
“Get up, you should rinse your mouth and let’s clean up” Rebekah helped her up, and they entered the bathroom together.
“I wasn’t expecting his Majesty to allow you come on this trip. He never allows you” Lizzy said.
“I had to beg, and it took a while before he allowed me to come without guards, but I’m sure he secretly had them follow me” Rebekah replied, and Lizzy smiled after rinsing her mouth.
“You’re lucky to be a princess” she said.
“I know, right?” Rebekah chuckled.
*
TERRAVERDE ISLAND, CARSON’S MANSON*
The couple are already on the bed in their room, but only the husband is asleep.
The wife (Tate) is awake beside him, staring into space and rolling from one side of the king-sized bed to another.
She did it for the third time in two minutes, and when she couldn’t take it anymore, she left the bed and walked out of the room.
She went to Emory’s room and opened the door to peek in, missing her more.
Emory hates when her parents call during her trips, it ruins her fun according to her, so she has to wait till Emory calls by herself.
“Tate” Mr. Carson came out of the bedroom too, meeting her there.
“I just hope she’s having fun” Tate said.
“Trust her to always have fun anywhere” Mr. Carson replied, and Tate nodded before facing him.
“Don’t you think we should tell her the truth soon?” She said worriedly.
“No, Tate. I don’t wanna lose my only child, the shock will be too much for her yunno” Mr. Carson quickly replied, and Tate nodded.
“Let’s go back to bed” Mr. Carson said, pulling her with him.
*
FORTE, 12AM~ EMORY AND LEVI’S ROOM*
While Emory is fast asleep on her bed with the duvet wrapped around her small body, Levi is fully awake.
He’s sitting at the edge of his bed, opposite her, and his eyes didn’t stray anywhere, just her face.
She made sure to wear all the clothes she took into the bathroom earlier, she even came for extra, and Levi has his devilish smirk on when she piled the duvet over herself.
If he decides to have her here and now, not even a thousand stupid clothes can stop him from fuçking her to oblivion, but obviously, the time is not here yet.
When it’s time, she’d willingly open her legs.
She has the same expression on her face again, the unending feistiness even in her sleep.
He has been watching her for three years, hacking into her home every night without her knowledge, being her shadow.
He watched her sleep every night, and yet, he’s not bored of that expression, he’s never gonna be.
He’s obsessed with watching her, studying her.
Though, there’s barely anything to study anymore, he knows everything there is to know about her.
His eyes strayed to her bare feet which is left out by her duvet, and he called her idiot inwardly.
He went to her bag and fished out hello kitty socks which he came back to wear on her slenderly soft feet.
He covered her legs afterwards, then he got his phone and emailed Master X about the latest development.
When his sorry excuse of a father told him to start watching over her three years ago, he was against it, but he had to take it when it came with an offer.
An offer he couldn’t resist.
He looked back to her face again, and he saw her lids moving.
She’s starting to sweat too, and her body began shaking.
He witnessed this a lot of times.
She gets nightmares, but he has no idea what they’re about.
It’s definitely childhood trauma, but what is the cause?
It’s the only thing he’s still trying to figure out about her without success.
He sat beside her as her shakiness got worse, and the sweat intensified.
Emory is getting an episode again, and it’s worse since she’s not in her usual environment.
She’s not in her room, and this plays a big role in making it chronic.
She clutched the duvet sickingly tight, and her breathing went up.
“Emory” Levi called softly.
No response.
“Emory” he rubbed the shell of her ear, guiding her chin with the other hand.
No response, again.
He brought his hand down to her throat and caressed the lines with gentle, slow strokes.
“Emory Noah Carson” he called her full name, and her eyes flew open, harsh breaths running out of her.
She sat up fast in bed, and her fearful, panicky eyes darted to him.
Maybe the nightmare blocked her vision or she actually can’t see well at the moment to know it’s actually him, but she climbed onto his laps as fast as possible, and her fuçking hot breaths fanned his neck as she wrapped her tiny arms on him and hugged him damn tight.
To her, this is still a nightmare. She’s still dreaming.
Her body is shaking. No, she’s actually shivering so bad, and the sweats even got worse.
Her eyes went tightly shut.
Her black painted nails digged into his back cos of the tightness, but he doesn’t even feel it.
He threw his muscular arms around her too, the cherry smell of her hair wash intruding his nose immediately.
“Do you have any fuçking idea what you’re doing right now, little fox?” Levi’s velvety voice sieved into her ear.
She stayed irresponsive for a while, then she made soft inaudible sounds before finally voicing out…
“Fûck yeah… I’m in Levi’s arms” she whispered sleepily.
TBC.
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