They unlocked from the hug and Aunt Debbie held Olive’s cheeks really hard.
“Such a pretty woman,” she said and shook the place she was holding. It was an awkward sight considering the fact that Olive was a full grown woman, yet she was being treated like a six year old with chubby cheeks.
When Aunt Debbie released her, her cheek had turned red and sore. Dolly and Vanessa were low-key laughing at her and even Wayne could not hide his grin. Immediately Aunt Debbie walked ahead of her, she held her cheek and rubbed it.
“Oww,” she mouthed. Wayne walked to her and held her hand.
“That was absolutely cute,” he sniggered at her and she pinched his own cheek too.
“Wayne,” his uncle called on him. They turned around immediately and he smiled at them.
“Pretty mate you got there,” he stated.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Olive, this is my uncle. Uncle, meet Olive,” Wayne introduced and Olive smiled at him again.
“It is nice to meet you, sir,” she said.
“It is nice to meet you too. Now let’s all go have a drink,” he gestured towards the seats and they all walked there and sat down.
“How is Celesta and the child?” Wayne inquired as maids began to serve them drinks.
“Ah, she is doing great. Her son is sure going to be one of the best men the world has ever seen. I will make sure that he is trained in the best way possible. I already registered him in the school he would attend and it is one of the best private schools in their city. Of course, he would attend a boarding school in England. A Catholic school to be precise and I would make sure he becomes a businessman. That boy is soon to be a CEO and you know the best part of it all… he would not be a violent person. I would not be as unfortunate as my brother,” Aunt Debbie stated and silence reigned in the living room.
Olive looked towards Wayne to see if he understood what his aunt had just spat out. She had meant, in that last part of her statement, that Wayne’s father was unfortunate to have him because he was a violent son. But Wayne looked indifferent about it. He just sipped from his champagne flute and smirked sideways at Olive. Even Vanessa and Dolly looked bored. They were used to this.
“But, Auntie, don’t you think it is too early to write down the life of the boy in a book? Allow him live and make his choices. Or better still, let his parents make the choice for him. You’re getting old and should just retire already. Gosh,” Vanessa drawled and Olive’s eyes bulged. Where did that audacity come from?
Aunt Debbie stood on her feet abruptly while glaring at Vanessa.
“Great, here we go,” Dolly muttered under her breath.
“You brute! You uncultured swine! You illegal and illegitimate daughter! I refuse to believe that you are of Knight blood. How can my brother father a child as idiotic and shallow minded as you are!?” Aunt Debbie lashed out at Vanessa. Wayne pulled Olive into his arms.
“Just relax. It is going to be a fun watch,” he whispered into her ear.
Vanessa also stood to her feet and glared at her auntie.
“What? Me? I am the one with all these names? I am not an illegal and illegitimate daughter! I am Vanessa Knight whether you like it or not. And yes, your brother fathered me and you can’t do nothing about it! You’re just jealous because your parents sent you off to boarding school and let my father have his own freedom. And you’re pained because you feel every male should also be sent into a prison just like you were sent. That is why you’re trying to ruin the life of your newly born grandson!” Vanessa lashed back at her. Olive and Dolly’s mouths fell open while Wayne still wore his smirk, but this time a more amused smirk.
“Why isn’t Shem here to watch this drama?” he asked.
Aunt Debbie and Vanessa were glaring daggers at each other. And in the next second, a slap sound was heard and Vanessa was flung half way across the room. Olive and Dolly gasped at the same time with bulging eyes. Did a slap just throw Vanessa off like that?
“That is what you get for talking to me like that. Next time, you would think twice before insulting a martial arts best student from her boarding school.”
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Vanessa was groaning in pain as Dolly was trying to place a block of ice over her reddened, swollen cheek.
“Goodness, why didn’t you call me, Wayne? I’m very disappointed in you, big brother. This was a life action scene and you made me miss it,” Shem complained to Wayne who was sitting at the bar of the Circular Cabinet surrounded by his men. Vanessa was surrounded by Olive and Dolly. The three were sitting on the long counch.
“Shut up!” Vanessa screamed at Shem but that caused her more pain and she yelped and covered her cheek.
“Goodness, how was that woman this strong?” Olive asked.
“And she was talking about violence like it was the greatest sin of mankind,” Dolly stated and rolled her eyes.
“Did anyone get it on camera?” Shem asked.
“Can you just forget it, Shem?” Dolly said with irritation.
“I cannot forget it, Dolly. Vanessa was slapped and thrown halfway across the room by a sixty year old woman. How can I forget that?”
“Isn’t there a security camera in their living room?” Jake asked and everyone looked at him. Olive, Vanessa and Dolly were actually glaring at him. He saw their glare and shrugged.
“What? Even I want to see it too,” he stated and the men laughed. Of course, except Wayne.
“Let’s go get it,” Shem said and he and Jericho ran out of the Circular Cabinet.
“I knew it, I shouldn’t have come today. If I had waited until yesterday, would I have died?” Vanessa murmured.
“Maybe the best thing you would have done was to keep your mouth shut,” Dolly nagged.
“Leave me alone,” Vanessa replied and Dolly scoffed and hit her shoulder with the ice bag then got up angrily. Vanessa winced and shot her sister a glare before picking the ice bag and applying it to her face by herself.
“Babe, come over,” Wayne called unto Olive. She looked over at him and saw he was checking something out in his phone. So, she got up and walked to him at the bar. Dolly was also there pouring herself a drink.
“What is it?” Olive asked as she reached the counter.
“Stand over there,” he said and pointed to the side closest to the cabinets. She walked over to that place and stood with a raised brow, waiting for him to tell her what she was to do there. He got up from the stool with his phone and turned it vertically in front of his face.
“Would you mind telling me why you’re glad to be mated to the Big Bad Alpha?” he asked and Olive furrowed her brows.
“Is this like an interview or what?” She asked.