Free Web NovelChapter 32: Midnight landing II
Lyvana settled into her seat, glancing at Emily, who was still marveling at the luxurious cabin.
"Can you believe this?" Emily whispered, her voice filled with awe. "We’re actually on a private plane!"
Lyvana smirked. "Try not to drool on the armrest."
Emily ignored her, pressing her hand to the window as the tarmac lights streaked past. "We are moving already!"
The plane gained speed, lifting smoothly off the ground.
Lyvana smiled, feeling a rush of excitement despite herself. "You okay, Emy?"
Emily nodded, still gazing out the window. "Yep."
The plane leveled off.
Minutes later, a cart appeared beside them, laden with delicate pastries, fresh fruit, and a selection of cheeses.
The attendant smiled. "Help yourselves to anything you want. If you need anything else just request for it."
Emily’s eyes widened. "Ooh, croissants!" She reached for a flaky pastry.
Lyvana smiled, selecting a few strawberries. "Thanks," she said to the attendant, who nodded and stepped back discreetly.
Emily bit into the croissant, closing her eyes in bliss. "Mmm... this is worth it."
Lyvana chuckled, popping a strawberry in her mouth. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom
Another attendant appeared with champagne and canapés.
"Compliments of Mr. Blackwood," she said with a smile.
Lyvana took a glass with a nod.
Emily grabbed one too, giggling. "To Singapore."
Meanwhile, miles away in Singapore, Julian’s night was turning into a disaster.
Ethan looked around the bright room and leaned closer to him.
"I think we came to the wrong place," he muttered, pulling at his jacket.
Julian scanned the few people scattered around the club.
"Well," he replied with a shrug. "The name on the app sounded decent enough."
"Next time read the one-star reviews as well."
From the outside, it looked like a high-end lounge. Even the inside was luxurious, with velvet seats and expensive lighting.
The problem, however, was that there was a stage in the center. Three girls were dancing on poles, and they were completely naked.
Then without warning one woman spread her legs while holding the pole and the second woman inserted a thick, black dildo up her ass.
"What the..." Ethan muttered.
The third woman, her blonde hair falling in wild waves, pressed her face between the first woman’s legs.
Julian stared in shock for a second, then turned away from the stage. He had wanted a distraction, but this was a bit more than he had bargained for.
"We should get out of here," he said, already stepping back toward the ddoor
Ethan didn’t move. He was staring at the stage, his mouth slightly open.
"Are you kidding me?" he asked, a grin spreading across his face. "Oh no, this I gotta see."
"Ethan..."
"Five minutes, Julian! Just five minutes," Ethan pleaded. "You picked the place. We can’t leave before we at least see how luxurious the service is." fгeewebnovёl.com
Julian sighed. He knew Ethan wouldn’t budge.
"You have two minutes."
The dildo-wielder thrust harder, driving the toy deeper into her partner’s ass, making her moan loudly. Julian couldn’t take it anymore.
"That’s it. We are out of here."
He grabbed Ethan’s shoulder with a firm grip and hauled him toward the exit.
Ethan stumbled, his boots scuffing the floor, but his head was still turned back toward the stage. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the women until the heavy doors slammed shut behind them.
A little while later, Ethan sat in the passenger seat, his eyes wide and blinking in shock. He looked like he had just seen a ghost — or something much hotter.
"Man," Ethan finally breathed out, shaking his head. "You really know how to pick a place, Julian. That was... intense."
"If you tell anyone," he said with a grin, "I will kill you myself."
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As soon as they landed in Singapore, Lyvana powered on her phone and called Bertha, then Lucille.
The reception was patchy, but she was able to set up the conference call.
After hanging up, she and Emily walked through the humid air and climbed into a waiting car.
The door had barely shut before Emily pressed her back against the leather seat, her eyes wide with excitement.
"Ahhhhh!" she squealed shaking her hands in the air. "This is it, Liv! We are finally on vacation!"
As the car drove down the road lined with palm trees, Lyvana looked at Emily’s happy face and smiled. But her smile hid a deep, dark thought. In another life, Emily had died of cancer.
If fate is a game of balance, Lyvana wondered. Could it be bartered with?
She thought about how the stroke had moved from her father to her grandmother.
She turned to the lights of the city outside, which looked like tiny bright diamonds.
If this cancer is coming for her, can I send it somewhere else?
Can I give this fate to someone who actually deserves it?
Lyvana reached over and took her hand, squeezing it once.
This time, she promised silently.
This time, she would not let her die.
The car stopped in front of a tall glass building that seemed to touch the sky.
The tower stood proudly in the heart of Singapore, its windows shining under the afternoon sun. The outside walls were made of smooth glass and silver metal, clean and modern. A quiet fountain sat near the entrance.
Staff members quickly stepped forward to help them, ushering the VIP guests up to their private floor.
They weren’t just staying in a regular apartment, it was a massive suite with two separate bedrooms. The windows stretched from the floor to the ceiling, offering a breathtaking view of the glowing Singapore skyline.
This was more beautiful than the previous apartment Lyvana had stayed in back in the city.
Emily let out a high-pitched squeal as she ran toward the glass, her hands pressed against the window.
"Liv look at the view! You can see the whole world from here!"
"It’s perfect, isn’t it?" Lyvana asked.
"Perfect doesn’t even describe it," Emily breathed, turning around with a huge grin. "I’m going to check out the rooms. Which one’s mine."
Lyvana laughed as Emily disappeared down the hallway, her excitement echoing through the massive suite. For a moment, Lyvana stood alone in the center of the living room.
Where is Julian, she wondered.
Did she miss him. Of course not.
