“All right,” I said, catching my breath.
“I’m done now.”
Brandon tried to stand, but the guard shoved him back down with one heavy hand to his shoulder, pinning him like he weighed nothing.
“Yeah, you can go now. It’s my turn now.”
He reached for the bottle.
“There’s nothing left in there. I poured it all.”
“I know,” he said with a small shrug. “But we still have the bottle.”
Before I could process what he meant, he swung and cracked the bottle across Brandon’s face, the glass shattering and embedding into his skin. Brandon’s scream echoed against the cabana walls.
“Whoa! What the fuck?” I muttered, but I was almost humored by it because he did it like it was absolutely nothing.
“Now get the fuck away from this club, or I’m going to crack your chest wide open next time, you understand?”
He warned him through gritted teeth, and Brandon scurried out of the curtains.
“Alright, now go back out there and enjoy yourself, shorty. It’s your birthday, right?”
“Yeah, it’s something like that.” I chose to hold back the truth for a reason I don’t know.
“How old are you turning?”
“35.”
He chuckled.
“A fuckin baby.”
I don’t know why I didn’t tell him I was here for my bachelorette trip. I’m getting married, for God’s sake, and here I am hiding it from this man.
Maybe it was because he was just so fine, and so tall, and so damn commanding that I felt like I was kind of scared to tell him I had a man. This, unfortunately, was a feeling I got whenever I was around a man I found the least bit attractive. I hated to feel this way, I truly do. I’m about to get married, for God’s sake. Letme get back out here to my girls and remember why I came here. I can’t wait to tell them about this shit.
“Thanks for protecting me today. If that’s what we're going to call it.”
“Of course, it’s kind of my job here.” He pointed at the ear peace in his ear. He turned to walk out of the cabana and then turned back to me.
“If you and your home girls want to come into this cabana, you can.”
“How, we didn’t pay for it, nor do we have the money to. I saw the prices online.”
“The prices don’t mean shit to y’all. I can move the people set to come in here somewhere else. Tell whoever you with to come in here with you and I’ll send a bottle girl to come replace that bottle you wasted all over the floor.” He winked his eyes and then disappeared on the other side of the curtain. I wanted to stop him and ask him his name, but that shit shouldn’t even matter to me. I’m getting married in three days. I’ll take this free section, though. Let’s just hope it’s not too good to be true.
Chapter 4
Cyn
It’s crazy what a nice body can do for you. I’m convinced the only reason that security guard gave Ari this cabana with enough bottles to get all of us drunk was because she looked damn good in that swimsuit. The only thing we didn’t have enough of was mixers, and that was because Tania got drunk too fast and knocked over both the cranberry and lemonade carafes while twerking to“Get It Sexy”bySexy Red.
From up here, the vibes were immaculate.
The cabana sat a few feet above the pool deck, but not high enough to be private, but elevated enough that it felt like we were watching the whole party from a VIP window. The sun bounced off bodies, drinks clinked, people laughed, and heat wrapped around us like a blanket.
But none of that stopped the ache still pulsing between my legs from last night.
