115 Collect Trash

Emily's hand hovered over a hotel room's door for a beat before she retracted it, blowing out steam through her pursed lips.

She tried to calm down her erratic heartbeats, soothing herself with the scratching sound of her fingers against her purse.

"Goooo," Ava pushed her, but the truth was, she was losing balance from intoxication the longer they stood in the hallway. 

Emily took a sharp breath, trying for the nth time to swipe the key. Her mind spiraling back to what happened earlier in the parking lot.

An hour ago, she tried to catch up with Wyatt. Her heart told her to follow him and break him apart from Rica, lying to herself that once Wyatt finds out that she knew his cheating habit, he would stop and focus on her.

She was four columns away from where Wyatt parked his car but halted her step when she heard him speak.

"So… how much are you?"

"Siiiir hee-hee-hee," Rica giggled, clawing Wyatt. "I'm not for sale, sir."