Want her badly

"knock the fuck off." I successfully stepped away from Chrissy but she didn't look pleased.

"So, you can fuck me in front of the cameras but not off of them? Go fuck yourself, Drake!" Her voice had risen and there was no doubt several people around us had heard. I was just lucky that Lynn was out of hearing range. I needed a fucking drink.

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When night fell, the yacht anchored itself to the bottom of the sea and crewmen milled about. Word around the party was that they were going to provide a fire works show, but I didn't care about that. I kept an eye on Lynn, but she was making it obvious that she was staying away from me. I told myself that I shouldn't care but I just couldn't help myself. It bothered me that she was bothered.

Chrissy was keeping her distance from me as well, throwing daggers at me with her eyes every chance she could, but I just smiled at her. What she didn't realize was that she just fucked up. Not only would she never work with me again, but I would