“What the fuck is wrong with you two? I don’t give a shit about the details of your rivalry or broken relationship, but these games need to stop. Your constant cockblocking is pissing me off. You, two idiots, piss her off, and then, I have to spend extra time getting her in a better mood, just so we can have fun. You’re ruiningmyvacation. Trust me when I say, you do NOT want me for an enemy.”
I’m out of the water before either can respond. They are the worst. I want to hunt her down, but something tells me she needs to be alone. I get it. They are exhausting to me, and they’re not directly my problem. I hate that she had toxic people like them work their way into her life, and I’m proud she moved on. I pad through the lobby grudgingly accepting the inevitability of my empty room.
“Mr. Behr?” I turn to find Leilani beaming at me.
“Hey, Leilani. How’s my girl?” My flirt is half-assed. I’m not feeling it. She blushes anyway
“I’m good, Sir.” She bows her head. Her tan cheeks tint pink before her face disappears behind the black curtain of her hair. “I have a message for you. It was left at the desk.”
Our fingers touch when I accept the envelope. The pink tint turns red. Have I always had this effect on her? Her chocolate eyes remained fixed to my bare chest. My desire to get away had me forgetting to put a shirt on.
“Thank you,” I say softly. The last thing I want to do is lead her on and give her false hope.
I turn to leave. “Mr. Behr?” I close my eyes briefly. I know that tone. I brace myself for her offer. I hate turning down nice women.
“Yes?”
“If you haven’t had dinner yet, I get off in a few minutes…” I stop her gently. I hate to have her go through a whole spiel just to get turned down.
“I’m sorry, Leilani, I have a girlfriend.” That lie rolled off my tongue easier than it should. “You have a good night, okay?” I smile gently and head to my room.
I sigh. Leilani is a cute girl, but she isn’t for me. My brain goes back to Heaven. I didn’t come here for a fling, but ANY woman would be easier than Heaven. It’s like there is some unknown force conspiring against us or me.
I can’t tell, yet.
Heaven
I lie in the cabana between Latoya and Keri feeling like the biggest jerk ever. I also feel stupid. Why did I let the people I refuse to name piss me off enough for me to walk away from a very aroused mountain of sexy? What the fuck was I thinking? Had they not appeared, I do not need to be a fortune teller to know where I would have slept last night. I kick my own ass mentally.
“What the hell were you thinking?” Latoya complains, as pained as I am. She hates when a perfect opportunity for hot sex is missed.
I’d told them everything this morning over room service. While Keri was happy that I’d had the chance to confront my sorry ass ex, Latoya was just stuck on me leaving without Axel.
I don’t have a reason. I have nothing. I remain silent.
“Why, bitch, whhhyyyyyy?” she whines. “He’d even promised pussy eating and a big dick! How are you sitting here just as unfucked as you were yesterday? I need a drink?” She wanders off as morose as a parent who had just found out their teen is pregnant.
“I wonder if he’d said anything to those assholes when you left,” Keri interjects. “How sweet it would be if he did!” she gushes cheerfully. I shrug. I am beyond over the whole Dre and Ashley debacle.
Latoya shows up with drinks for all three of us. I sip mine bitterly. Latoya cannot be more upset with me than I am of myself. She hasn’t spent the entire week in sexual limbo. She wasn’t privy to one of his panty exploding kisses. She didn’t feel his erection pressing into her soft flesh. I’d told her what he said, but she didn’t hear how he said it or feel the way he looked at me. I just want to jump in the deep end of the pool.
“He had business deals all day. I did leave him that note, telling him I was sorry for bailing. That has to count for something…right”
“Ah hell.” Latoya rolls her eyes. “I want to fight you right now. I’m seriously considering telling you to square up—a fucking note?”
“Latoya, she’s sick enough about it. You can’t keep rubbing it in her wounds,” Keri defended me
“We left her alone with him ALL DAY. On purpose…” I snort at them. “And she let Dre and Ashely cockblock her. Dammit, Heaven! Pink dick is better than no dick.”
We all burst into teary laughter. “You really consider a white man’s penis to be pink?” Keri asks through her laughter.
“Did you just say penis?” Latoya frowns as her. “Child…say ‘dick.’”
“I’m quite partial to ‘cock,’” I supply as I wipe my tears. Keri shrugs, but her eyes say she’s sticking with ‘penis.’
“Cock sounds so ‘white’ to me, but I guess it fits your situation. You gonna be all, ‘Hey, white boy let me suck your pink cock,.” Latoya impersonates her idea of a white voice.
Axel appears next to us. He looks even bigger, towering over our prone bodies. His hair is down and blowing in the late afternoon breeze. His tank top hugs his pecs and displays his arms. His shorts hang low on his waist. I’m instantly wet. My nipples press against my bikini top. Axel’s eyes linger.
