FAZER LOGIN“How the fuck do you know my name?”His smile widened, and instead of looking remotely concerned that he had just revealed something he probably should not know, the bastard looked pleased with himself.I stepped closer and pointed a finger at his chest. “Do not smile at me. I am being serious. How do you know my name?”His gaze dropped to my finger before returning to my face. “You become very demanding when you’re nervous.”“I am not nervous. I am trying to figure out whether I should scream for security.”“You could scream.”“I have a feeling I’d enjoy hearing you.”Oh, for fuck’s sake.I slowly lowered my finger from his chest. “Was that supposed to turn me on?”“Did it?”“No.”“You answered very quickly.”“Because the answer was very obvious.”“Your answers have been obvious all night, Emma. Your body keeps disagreeing with them.”I folded my arms beneath my chest and glared at him. “Stop saying my name like that.”“Like what?”“You know exactly what you’re doing.”“I do.”At lea
I spun around so quickly that champagne sloshed over the rim of my glass and splashed across my fingers. A large hand closed around the stem before I could drop it while another settled against my waist to keep me from stumbling into the door. “Careful,” the man murmured. “It would be unfortunate if you announced yourself after working so hard to remain unnoticed.” My heart slammed against my ribs as I stared up at him. He was tall, broad, and dressed entirely in black. A dark mask covered the upper half of his face, but it did absolutely nothing to hide the sharp line of his jaw or the mouth currently curved into a very amused smile. I pushed his hand away from my waist and pressed my free hand against my chest. “Are you insane? You almost killed me.” “I spoke to you.” “You crept up behind me in a dark hallway while I was distracted.” His eyes moved toward the cracked bedroom door before returning to my face. “I noticed.” The amusement in his stupid ass voice made heat rus
I should have turned around. I should have listened to the tiny voice in my head that was screaming, Emma, this is none of your business. Go downstairs. Find the bartender. Order something strong enough to erase the last ten minutes of your life. I should have gone back to the party, found a quiet corner, and minded the business God gave me. Instead, my feet kept carrying me up those stairs. Apparently, curiosity had grabbed the steering wheel, thrown common sense into the trunk, and decided we were all going on a road trip to hell. With every step I took, the music from downstairs became quieter. The laughter faded until all I could hear was the soft clicking of my heels against the floor and the beating of my heart. I still had champagne in my hand, which made the entire thing worse. Who spies on their best friend while holding a glass of champagne? Me, apparently. A classy pervert. The first door on the left was cracked open just enough for a thin line of soft,
“Please stop whispering crazy things while I am standing right beside you. I have already witnessed enough sexual confusion for one night, and I refuse to become an audience member for whatever this is.”Nia laughed and finally stepped out of his arms, but he caught her by the waist and pulled her back against him before she could reach me.He lowered his mouth to her ear and whispered, “You are not leaving before you tell me where I can find you later.”She rested one hand against his chest and smiled up at him.“You can find me wherever the doors lock.”His eyes darkened immediately, and his hand tightened around her waist.I reached for Nia’s wrist and pulled her away before they could start touching each other again.“You can both continue making plans to ruin this yacht after I have had at least one drink.”Nia looked over her shoulder at him.“Do not go anywhere.”He watched her body as I dragged her away.“I was about to tell you the same thing.”I shook my head and tightened m
“No, I can’t go in there.” Nia stopped so suddenly that I nearly walked straight into her back. She turned around on the dock, one hand holding her clutch and the other planted on her hip, staring at me like I had just announced I wanted to swim home. “What the fuck is no?” I looked past her at the yacht again. “Nia, look at these people. They all look like they have private chefs and offshore accounts. I cannot go in there looking like this.” She looked me up and down. “Looking like what? Fine as fuck?” “Nia.” “What?” She grabbed my shoulders. “You are fine, girl. Do you hear me? Fine. Your ass is sitting in that dress like it pays rent, your titties are one deep breath away from causing a maritime emergency, and your face looks expensive. Stop acting like you came here wearing a church choir uniform.” I glanced toward the entrance again. “What if someone recognizes me?” “You have your mask on.” She tapped the black lace covering half my face. “No one will recognize you.
~Emma~This is gonna be a crazy night, y’all.By the time we got downstairs, Nia was already on the phone screaming at her friend because apparently the yacht was leaving in thirty minutes and she had forgotten to mention that tiny, extremely important detail while she was busy pretending to fuck me from behind.“Tell them to wait,” she demanded, marching toward the car like she owned the road, the yacht, and every body of water connected to it. “I have a recently traumatized married woman with me, and her titties took longer than expected.”I stopped walking.“Nia.”She covered the phone with her hand.“What?”“Why are you announcing my marital crisis to strangers?”“They’re not strangers. They’re yacht people.”“What the hell is a yacht person?”“I don’t know yet, but we’re about to find out.”She uncovered the phone and continued shouting.“Yes, she caught her husband cheating. No, not with a woman. With his best friend. Yes, on their anniversary. I know! It’s disgusting. Anyway, s







