Christian flips him off. “Fuck you, asshole.”
“Oh my god.” Vanessa gasps.
“Yeah, I think you said that as well,” Axel teases. Christian hits him.
“It was hot. You obviously know how to please a woman,” I add.
“Hell, yeah, I do,” Christian says proudly, while Vanessa wants to die from embarrassment.
“Shut up, all of you,” Vanessa scolds all of our friends.
“It’s all good, Ness, 'cause Evan and Sienna were singing the same tune not that long ago as well. You’re not the only one worshiping God today,” Camryn adds.
“To be fair, we all knew that was going to happen when Sienna got on the pole.”
“Derrick!” Sienna scolds me.
“I’m only human.” Evan smirks.
I run into Finn near the bathrooms, everyone else has passed out.
“We need to talk,” I tell him.
“I know what you’re going to say, D, and I get it, okay?” Finn tells me.
“It’s going to be so much worse if she finds out herself,” I warn him.
He runs his hand through his hair. “I can’t lose her, D. This will crush her, I know it will.”
“Stringing her along isn’t any better. Will you ever stand up to Oscar and tell him you’re in love with Isla?”
“Derrick!” Finn hushes me.
“You’re as bad a Chance. I won’t let you hurt her like he hurt me.”
“Derrick!”
I shake my head. “No, Finn. That girl deserves honesty, and maybe then she can move on with her life and find someone who can love her fully.”
“Don’t you think I know that?” Finn argues.
“You’re a fucking coward, Finn Connolly.”
“Jesus, D, tell me what you really think.”
“You don’t want to hear that,” I bite back.
“I’m not going to fight with you over this. And I will not have you trying to blackmail me over it either. Don’t fucking cross me, D,” Finn says through clenched teeth, his warning heard loud and clear.
“You don’t threaten the birthday boy,” I say, my eyes narrowing on him.
He runs his hand through his hair again as his face softens. “I don’t want to fight with you, D. She wants nothing to do with me now, so it isn’t the right time.”
She is doing a Finn detox, that’s right. “Well, if you start sleeping with her again, then please tell her.”
“I will.”
“Thank God for land.” I throw myself onto the white sandy beach. I’ve never been so happy to see the ground as I am now. Drinking and flying is dangerous. There’s a traditional Caribbean steel band greeting us on arrival, which would sound amazing if there wasn’t already one banging in my head. The manager is there to greet us as well with fresh fruit cocktails.
