"So... uhm, do you think I should go fuck a Mexican guy instead of Saint?” I ask Alex. "Why not? If you want to check if you like sex with guys or not, go have sex with guys. Over all, I want you to enjoy this trip. I want you to live in the moment, meet new people, do new things, really enjoy everything you don't get to enjoy back home. Forget about Saint, don't let him consume your thoughts right now." "You're SO right, I haven't even enjoyed this gorgeous place because of his bullshit," I say and look around again, "The sun is fucking insane, though. I read we have like five more years to save the earth, do you think we can pull that off?" I get up and walk back to the main deck, smiling at everyone as I take my seat again. "No, actually. I think we're fucked," Alex responds, making me laugh, "So have fun while you still can. And bring me some souvenirs, my wife hates the beach, so I don't think I'll ever be there." "That's a shame, Karolyn must look insanely hot in a bi
"Hey, where are you going?" Angel asks a while later as I get up from the seat right next to his. He's holding a beer in one hand and his other arm is wrapped around Sammy's slender shoulders. He looks really comfy in there. "I'm calling Alex," I respond. I’ve been trying to deal with shit on my own since last night, but I can’t anymore, "I won't jump off or get kidnapped, I promise.” "Be careful. I'll be watching," Angel says anyway. I nod and walk away from the group, pulling my phone out of my pocket as I walk to the front deck of the yacht. "Hello, Birdie," Alex responds almost immediately, "How's it going? How's Cancun?" "Hey, Alex... it's fucking beautiful man, I almost can't believe my eyes right now," I start and when I give him a full rundown on the hotel and the vibes, I realize I'm stalling. I'm not touching the real subject. I sigh and turn to look back at the guys under the main deck. Saint is currently laughing at something Angel said, his big body out in displ
Saint takes me all the way back to the yacht on his shoulder. "Aw, that’s cute," Brody murmurs as we walk past him. I can't look at Saint’s face, but I can perfectly picture the rabid-dog look he just gave his cousin, "Heh... Sorry." "Shut the fuck up and get in before I leave you here," he growls, making my body vibrate along with his. Oh. I have never been carried by a man—I mean, other than him on past occasions, but I just realized I really like it. It feels like he's not struggling at all, like he could continue walking miles with me, holding onto my legs so I feel secure and making my body vibrate with his rabid-dog growling. Sadly, he puts me down as soon as we're inside the yacht and then quickly walks to the captain while I try to regain my footing. When I turn to my friends, they're smiling like they think that was romantic somehow. "He's totally into you, Birdie. That was like watching a movie," Sammy says, making Angel nod with a sly smile. He turns to check
{ Eros } I hate feeling this way. Confused and unfulfilled, with so many unanswered questions floating in my loud head. And I absolutely hate that I'm feeling this way while on vacation. I should be fucking enjoying every second of this trip, not thinking about just one person and his weird behavior. After breakfast, Saint drives us to a marina and he rents a yacht for us. It was Sammy's idea, though, so I should say he rented the yacht for her. Sammy claps and thanks him as they walk in front of us following the captain or whatever. Once again, I start to feel jealous. So much, my chest is burning. Because, why is he so nice to her? And why is he so mean to me? He’s always giving her whatever the fuck she wants. Argh, I’m sick of this. Of him. I don't want to think about him anymore, he said everything he had to say last night. And today he paid breakfast to impress Sammy and got her a yacht. What a gentleman. "You okay?" Angel asks, throwing an arm around my shoul
I try my hardest to focus on the conversation with Rascall and be alert in case his goons try something, but now that I'm fully sober, I can't stop thinking about all the shit I just blurted out to Eros and how horribly that's going to play out for me. I guess I have to look into the future again, just to check how much I changed the timeline. "Elio knows it will take a while for me to try them out, right?" Rascall asks, pulling me out of my thoughts. I nod, “I always try a few different things to see what works better and I need to test it.” "Yes, of course. He's fine with you taking your time," I respond, passing on Elio's message, "He prefers a job well done, not a quick one." "Perfect," he says and stands up, so I do the same, "It was a pleasure to meet you, Saint. I'll be in touch with Elio once I'm back from Italy." "Right. Congratulations to your daughter," I mention, he gives me a genuine smile and shakes my hand, but as he's walking away with the samples, I get hit
I sit back down and finish my drink. Then I order another. And another. "You really want to get drunk, huh?" Brody asks. He's also sunbathing in a chair next to me, but I don't give a shit about him, "Seems like you're trying to drown your feelings... instead of just accepting them." "What do you know, idiot? You're also burnt as hell, by the way," I let out and just because he's right there, I slap my hand on his reddened chest, making him wail like a dying animal. ➿➿➿➿ When it's time for us to go see Rascall Esteves, in this same hotel by the way—since he didn’t want strangers in his house—, I walk to Birdie and Angel's room. And I'm swaying a little more than normal, but that's awesome. I'm in an awesome state of drunkness where I don't give too much of a fuck about the stuff that usually keeps me on edge, but I'm also not going to do stupid shit. I knock on the door for a few seconds and when Eros finally opens, he's shirtless. "I said eight PM on the dot!" I compl