Page 108 of HER SISTER

Within thirty minutes we were all moving on to the next club.

And while everyone seemed to keep drinking I managed to purposefully skip out, knowing I wanted to keep an eye on Mili who kept taking shots.

It was unconscious and I couldn't help it, I just really had to make sure she was okay.

I know I said she can make her own decisions, but that's still no stopping me from being there when she needs someone.

"One dance!" Mya called out the song that was playing as she grabbed me and Arielle's hands.

A laugh fell from my lips as she dragged us through the crowd to dance to the song.

Within seconds we were all dancing on each other to the sharp beats—practically calling out each Drake lyric with our hearts.

Soon when the song faded into a more rave-themed song—we were exiting the dance floor.

And as we made it back to the section that only had Ryder and Damon—I seemed to do a double-take.

I knew everyone else was off dancing—

But where was Mili?

"Where is she?" I asked as I looked around the section.

Ryder motioned his head forward, "She went to the bathroom," he immediately informed me, clearly knowing who I was asking about.

And I couldn't help but turn on my heel without a single explanation—suddenly wanting to make sure she was okay.

"Mili?" I called out as soon as I entered the bathroom, easily glancing between the open stalls and the girls gathered by the open window smoking.

"Want a hit?" one of the girls offered me.

I immediately shook my head, "No but thank you," I said as I quickly exited the bathroom.

I seemed to feel myself panicking as I looked back to the section that Mili wasn't in.

Maybe she was in the crowd?

I just wanted to make sure she was okay—last I checked she was losing count of how much she was drinking.

Before thinking it through, I decided to submerge myself into the large crowd—I knew the chances of me finding her were small but it was definitely worth a try.

So was the bar that I seemed to check almost immediately after checking the crowd.

I also looked back over in our section, but Mili was still nowhere to be found.

Before I knew it, my chest was tight with panic as my eyes frantically glanced over the crowd for her familiar face.

I swear I never wanted to see someone's face so fucking badly.

At some point, I felt like I was actually beginning to panic—so much so that I had to remove myself from the club to take a breather.

I placed a hand on my chest that my heart was beating frantically in—hoping to calm my nerves as I took in and let out deep breaths of the fresh air.

There seemed to be a crowd of people lined up to enter the club while other people lined the walls drinking and talking.

Even as my eyes frantically glanced around for Mili, I still came up short.

Soon I was waving down a taxi as I brought my phone out to text Mya that I was leaving.

Hopefully, Mili was back at the villa doing god knows what.

The entire drive I seemed to be on edge—I didn't realize five minutes could pass by so painfully slow.

I was quite literally jumping out of the taxi before we could even come to a slow halt—easily passing the driver the money as I ran toward the familiar double doors.

I felt and probably looked crazy, but as far as I knew, Mili had way too many shots.

"Mili?"

My voice traveled so loudly throughout the completely silent house.

And when I didn't get a response back, I was letting out a sigh of defeat as I slid my heels off.

My eyes instantly darted to my clutch, easily hearing my phone buzzing with a notification.

I didn't even hesitate to open my clutch, knowing that it was either Mili or one of my friends texting me at this hour.

Another long sigh fell from my lips as I read the text on the bright phone screen.

I quickly texted Mya back confirming that I had made it back and that I was calling it a night.

At least Mili was safe...

Yet all I could feel was slightly irritated—mostly because my nerves were shot, and also because of Mili's completely irresponsible actions.

I shook my head to myself, knowing that she wasn't technically my responsibility.

But at the same time, she technically was.

My lips unconsciously pursed together, clearly feeling confused as I ventured further into the villa.

All I wanted to do was sleep—possibly for at least ten hours minimum.

Maybe then I could wake up and Mili would have some common sense to let people know about her whereabouts.

—

The blue sky was completely clear, free of any clouds while the turquoise waves lulled in and out at shore.

I planned to sleep at least ten hours, yet here I was up at ten after going to sleep at three.

And apparently, everyone else was up by all the laughter and chatter flooding in from the back patio.

As far as I could see from my room, Mya and Arielle were situated poolside with large sunglasses covering their eyes—I almost couldn't tell if they were asleep.

Especially since everyone got back at five this morning.

Then there was Mili and Ryder over by the pool bar with the staff, clearly planning to start their drinking early on.

I seriously don't know how they can take a single glance at alcohol and not get sick.

I mean, my head is pounding from all the drinking I did last night, and I wasn't even close to the number of shots they had.

As I glanced around the patio, I could conclude that everyone else seemed to be asleep—although I did notice Damon walking out with sunglasses and swim trunks on as he navigated over to Arielle.

A deep sigh fell from my lips as I rubbed my temples, carefully sliding on my gold sandals that complimented my red bikini.

After pulling on a lacy white kimono, I was heading downstairs in search of something to eat.

Preferably fruit since it would be lighter on my stomach.

Luckily, breakfast seemed to already be provided at the breakfast bar by the chef, who left the heating lamps on to keep the food warm.

There also seemed to be bowls of different fruit which I immediately headed towards.

All the fruit seemed to be so bright and ripe that I found myself loading up a bowl of all the different kinds, smiling happily to myself.

However, my smile seemed to dim when I noticed Mili walking in from the patio.

She had on a cropped t-shirt that left her torso completely bare with loose basketball shorts that hung low on her small waist.

Her frizzy curls were pulled up into a messy bun which easily illuminated her perfect bare face.

It wasn't hard to admit that she looked good, however, I was still pressed over last night.

And that was made extremely obvious when I managed to say, "Glad to see you made it back last night."

The words could've been genuine, but my clipped tone clearly held different intentions.

Mili's lips twitched up, clearly amused as she walked over to the food displayed, "You sound like my mom right now," she said.

And I swear it's always the littlest things that send you over the edge.

Never the big things—

And then people wonder why you're overreacting.

"And you were acting like a child last night," I countered back as I topped my bowl off with watermelon.

Mili hummed unaffectedly as she sat her mug down—easily making me realize that she and Ryder weren't drinking alcohol.

They were drinking coffee instead, which was definitely better than the alternative.

I suddenly glanced up from the white mug, tuning into Mili's burning stare on me.

And as she crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back against the counter, she managed to say, "Is there a problem?"

I couldn't help but blink a few times—clearly trying to process the tone she was currently using.

I know she's not getting an attitude with meafter what she pulled last night.

Because if that's the case, I really might go off.