Free Web NovelChapter 75: Cod Roe Lips
Before Zyair could speak they were interrupted by Lawrence’s excited shriek. He had arrived carrying a tray of vodka shots.
"Let’s get drunk," he announced, placing the tray down and breaking their eye contact. Skyla moved towards Lawrence and settled down. She pulled the arms of her suit up, showing she meant business.
"Bring it on and prepare to lose," she challenged Lawrence by wriggling her brows at him.
"Ehh! I don’t lose," he declared, picking up a shot glass.
Skyla did the same and after ticking them together both of them downed the clear liquid in one go. The slightly spicy and tangy flavour sent a subtle shiver down Skyla’s body as she banged the glass down and picked up the next one before Lawrence could.
Zyair was standing a few feet away watching them both with a mixture of amusement and an expression which said, ’really?’
Their drinking battle continued amidst their laughter and jibes. Skyla won by a slight margin as she downed the sixth shot a few seconds before Lawrence.
Raising her arms she declared her victory with a chirpy yes. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓
"Ugh, I didn’t know you were a pro," Lawrence replied in disappointment.
"Seems like Miss Skyla is full of surprises." It was Zyair’s turn to speak up. "Lawrence will bring whatever Miss Skyla will demand of him," Zyair laid out the loser’s punishment.
"I used to drink a lot," she giggled, trying to keep the tinges of blue out of her voice. Zyair didn’t miss the past tense she had used to say it. Seemed like she couldn’t do that anymore.
"Well next time I won’t let you win that easily, we are having a competition again." Lawrence slumped in the seat beside her.
"Not today, both of you have enough," Zyair announced with a hint of finality. Both of them nodded like obedient little kids with their cheeks slowly turning pink.
Zyair sat down opposite them so he could keep watch. Both of them were taking drunk selfies now making weird faces and Zyair could see Skyla was letting her inner child let loose. She had been too young when she was married off to a monster, she didn’t get enough time to enjoy her life the way she wanted.
"Lawrence, don’t upload any pictures on any social media. Remember that," Zyair reminded him in case he would do that in his drunken stupidity.
"No, we are just having fun with filters."
"Oh! Use the bunny ear one, that looks so cute," Skyla asked in a vibrant exhilaration as they chose frame after frame. Unaware that Zyair had taken out his own phone and quietly captured her delighted face. Every time her laughter rang out with a new kind of filter Lawrence used, Zyair’s heart would up its beats in excitement too.
"Use this one for Mr. Zyair and capture one with him," Skyla suggested and both of them giggled with their hands on their mouths. They thought Zyair was busy on his phone and music would drown out their voices but the music had been slowed down and Skyla spoke too loudly.
"Which one?" Zyair questioned, raising a brow at Skyla, additionally pinking her cheeks some more.
"Umm, none," she quickly shook her head but Lawrence was still laughing so hard.
"I would like to see, hand over the phone," Zyair’s expression was deadpan as he extended his gloved hand and both of them stopped tittering.
"Lawrence, phone." Lawrence gulped and quickly handed it over.
Zyair saw what both of them had been twittering about. It was a man with a mask, cod roe lips hanging out from the mask insinuating he had very big red lips which covered more than half of his face.
Zyair placed his twisted index finger on his masked lips and his thumb under his chin before raising both his brows at the two scared-looking subordinates of his; they were getting drunk by the second.
"You people think I look like that under the mask?" His voice was an amalgamation of dark undertones and yet rich with amusement.
Skyla shook her head so vigorously that her hair hit her face left and right.
Zyair had to bite his lower lip from laughing out at her expressions, she was like a doe caught in the headlights of his car. So astonished and yet beautifully alluring.
"Hmm." Zyair set the filter and clicked his picture for her entertainment. There was nothing he would deny this woman, this was just a funny picture.
"Here, Miss Skyla. Just to feed your imagination," he spoke amusedly and handed the phone back. freēwēbnovel.com
Seeing the picture they again burst out laughing and whispering in each other’s ears while Skyla stole curious glances at him.
"So funny." Lawrence banged his hand on his leg. Zyair wanted them to have as much fun as they yearned for. Soon Lawrence was clicking fun pictures with Zyair as well and showed him the ones he had done with Skyla.
"Send them to me later," he asked the boy very quietly and he nodded.
They were completely drunk now so Zyair called it a night. He was clearing the tab when Skyla arrived beside him and tried to pay. But he slowly refused her and asked Lawrence to take her to the car.
Staggering to their limousine, Lawrence and Skyla settled in it and waited. Lawrence was so drunk and tired that he laid down on the seat opposite Skyla and soon began to snore.
By the time Zyair arrived, Lawrence was already sleeping and Skyla had her eyes closed as well with her head leaning against the glass.
Quietly Zyair slid into the seat beside her and closed the door. He assessed the situation as the car began to roll. A few minutes into the drive another car suddenly crossed them so the driver had to hit breaks.
Zyair instantly placed his arms in front of her so she wouldn’t get hurt. Lawrence remained unperturbed. Her head slightly hit the glass window and a sharp pain rang through her, making her wince.
"Skyla!" her name was ripped out of his throat in concern and she opened her hazy eyes and turned her head in his direction.
"Calix? What happened?" and she shuffled closer to him, ending all the distance.
Linking her arm with his, she placed her head on his strong shoulder. Serenity descended upon her as a satisfied smile spread on her lips and she closed her eyes, trying to get some sleep.
Zyair sat in an utterly chaotic silence, only watching her with his turbulent eyes. She stirred so much inside his dead heart with merely a name.
