Chapter 65: Wedding Part II
I felt bad for doing it, but it had to be done. Though she was a civilian, her mouth could set the whole pathway from me to whatever the hell I was walking to on fire. And not in the glorifying way movies seem to make exemplary examples out of.
Olivia had a fear in her eyes that made me regretful, one that made me just want to untie her and set her free. But this wasn't the movies. No one was going to listen to me or even Patrick. I mean, imagine walking in on someone's wedding and seeing the bride making out with another man. Yeah, that isn't exactly the picture I wanted Olivia to spread around like a wildfire.
"Okay. I think that'll hold her..." Patrick said, folding his arms and staring at Olivia as if to evaluate his job. I rolled my eyes, still hating his annoying over-achieving ego.
"Uh, yeah. You could hold a black bear with that. I'd be shocked if she made it through the night in that thing."
"She's not staying here overnight, Sarah."
"Well, no shit. Last thing I need is another trail leading to my death. Plus, I'm not that cruel."
"How much time do we have left before the ceremony?" I laughed at Patrick's question, looking down at my wrist and indicating that I indeed, did not have a watch on.
"You're the one with the watch. You tell me."
"Uh, what time does it start again? I didn't exactly get the time when Kam told me everything."
"Let me guess, you stayed here all night just waiting for an arrival?" Patrick didn't speak. "Yeah, that's what I thought. It starts at noon."
"Shit. We've got three minutes."
"Okay. Tell me again why you're here?" Patrick was rummaging around the room, checking for whatever security systems he thought to be located in the building and connected to the room. He found nothing as he turned toward me.
"Because I wouldn't miss you're wedding for the world." I could tell that he was lying, steering me away from the truth. That was one thing we had in common. And I wouldn't exactly say that it was a... good trait, though.
"You know when I'm lying, I know when you're lying. This is how it works, Patrick. I though you already would've known that by now." He sighed.
"I do. But it was worth a try. Look, Sarah, I can't let you go on with this wedding. I just..." He trailed off and looked away and realization hit me.
"You're jealous." Patrick looked back quicker than he looked away, and I could tell that he was trying to hid it. I couldn't help but smile. Patrick? Jealous of my fake wedding? That was new. To everyone. "Oh my God... You're jealous. I cannot believe that you are jealous of a fake wedding. God, this is different..."
"Really? You do realize that we have company, right?" He was talking about Olivia. I sighed, walking towards her and untying the rope that was around her mouth.
"She's of no harm. Not anymore. Not ever. It's over, anyway. I'm not getting married to that bastard and that's all that matters."
I finished untying Olivia and before I could get any words out - or warned her about her next actions - she hugged me, clinging on for dear life. I wasn't quite to sure of the why part, but I wasn't taking any chances. She wasn't going to say anything, and it was written all over her innocent face.
"There. Happy now?" I asked Patrick as Olivia exited the room. Patrick sighed and dug through the black bag he brought with him, pulling out something and throwing it at me. I rose my brow, looking at him to see if he was serious or not. He was. And it almost scared me. Almost.
"I'd recommend changing. It might be a wedding, but I don't think either of us find that to be the proper attire for you to wear today." I smiled.
"Jealous..." I teased. I couldn't help it. It was a new side of Patrick that I had never seen before, for obvious reasons besides me being the only girl he'd ever fallen in love with.
"I'm not jealous." He denied, rolling his eyes at my ongoing inquiry. It may have been the wrong time and wrong place to do anything but actually get married, but at least I knew a few things. One, Olivia trusted me more than she trusted my ex-lover. Two, I had more information regarding Alexander and everyone who worked along side or below him (including my father). Third, I didn't have to get married. And fourth, I knew who I actually cared for.
As much as I remember having a strong connection with Ace, Aaron, Benjamin - at one point in time - Alexander, Roy, and a bunch of other people I no longer affiliated myself with - for that certain period of time, I admit - I hadn't felt as such a strong emotion as I had with Patrick. And that only meant one thing. Kam was right. And if my life played out the way I thought it was. We were all going to be screwed.