Chapter 231 - Twisted Delight

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.

Whilst tutting his discontent, he used his other hand to open the door, dragging Ava inside.

Again and again, he cursed Emily and Olivia in his head. Those two dared get his wife drunk until she can't stand on her own!

Shock painted Ollie's face when Ava pushed him on the bed and straddled on top of him.

"See this, Daddy?" Ava slurred, pointing at her shirt. "I'm Daddy's Lil Disaster."

"Oh, f.u.c.k you are," Ollie growled, squeezing her b.r.e.a.s.t with both hands.

Even with the roughness of his tone and the way he handled her, Ava giggled as she peeled her red and blue jacket off.

Oliver should be annoyed, but the melody of his sweetie made him hard as a steel, so he wrapped his arms around her waist as he pulled his weight to sit in the bed.

"What's so funny, Ava?" Ollie asked when Ava kept giggling even as he stripped her off of her scandalous shirt, shooting it in the nearest trash bin thereafter.

Unclasping her bra effortlessly, Ollie's hot breath fanned Ava's skin, tracing his mouth from the undersides of her b.r.e.a.s.t, up to her clavicle.

He teased her, skipping her pebbled n.i.p.p.l.es which she loved feeling his mouth the most.

Ava calling him 'daddy' felt wrong in all places, but a twisted delight made his c.o.c.k throb in his b.r.i.e.f.s.

"You did not answer my question yet, Ava," Ollie reminded her when all he could hear was her mewls which he didn't really mind hearing.

Pulling away from her, Ollie locked his gaze on Ava. The hazy midnight glow of the moon was their only source of light.

As if a cold bucket of water was splashed over Ava's head, she stopped giggling and her face turned serious. "Nothiiing! You said F, and I was thinking why not?"

Pinching her chin, Ollie held her face in place when Ava avoided his gaze. It was enough of a warning to Ava that she stopped squirming on Ollie's l.a.p.

Ollie's voice leaked with l.u.s.t, and Ava could feel the bulge poke underneath her leather pants. "Do you want me to f.u.c.k you, Ava?"

Biting her bottom lip, Ava uttered, "I've been thinking about it the whole night, Daddy."

In a second, Ollie rolled their bodies, pinning Ava on the bed. He rolled her one more time, belly pressed on the mattress whilst holding her wrists behind her back.

With one hand, he yanked Ava's pants down. His breath labored as Ava's lace u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r welcomed him. "Do you like it, Ollie?"