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She lets out a scream, and I look around for Ashlyn. I haven’t seen her out here. “Where’s Ashlyn?” I ask more to myself than anyone else.

“I don’t see her,” Jaycent answers as he looks around.

I decide to make my way down below where I know his master cabin is, ignoring Jaycent as he calls my name.

I open the door to my brother’s room, running inside. “Are you okay?” I ask when I see her standing there. I look over her quickly, wide-eyed and confused as to what is happening.

“Why would you ask me that?” she asks.

I sigh. “Ry just ordered the captain to turn the boat around. He and Vicki are up there yelling at each other this very second in front of everyone.” It has to be over her. She’s the only one he would stand up for like that. Well, anyone other than me.

“Shit!” she hisses. “I don’t want him to ruin his birthday party. I need to stop him.”

“He’s already made up his mind, Ashlyn,” I tell her softly. I can see she’s upset. I wish I knew what happened. “When Ry makes up his mind, there’s no changing it.”

She sighs as she looks at me, and I feel sorry for her. “I’m sorry, Becca.”

I frown. “For what ...?”

The bedroom door opening cuts me off. Ryder enters with a look of disgust. “Becca, can you leave us,” he orders, giving me no room to argue. I walk over to her and give her a hug then walk out.

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JAYCENT

I see Becca coming up the stairs to the main deck. “Everything okay?” I ask.

She shakes her head. “Something big is going on,” she answers as she looks at me with pity in her eyes.

“But you’re okay?” I ask, reassuring myself.

She nods. “It’s between Ryder and Ashlyn.”

I wrap my arms around her and pull her to me. “They’ll be okay,” I say. Since she went downstairs, things have already started to calm down up here. The moment Ryder announced the boat was returning to port, everyone started to get on their phones. Probably planning to get off and find another party to go to.

“I don’t know ...” she trails off.

I lean down and kiss her softly on the lips, trying to help ease her worries when I hear someone beside us clear their throat.

Becca pulls away quickly. She places her hand over her heart and sighs. “Vicki.” She must have had a moment of panic and thought it was Ryder.

Vicki looks at her, streaks run down her cheeks from where her tears have removed her makeup, but her nose is up in the air in perfect Vicki style and her shoulders back, showing off her fake tits. I’ve fucked Vicki before. I’m pretty sure every guy who was on any sports team did. She had a reputation of spreading her legs for attention. “I need you to speak to the captain,” she orders Becca.

“What?” Becca asks, her dark brows pulling together.

“Ryder ordered him to turn around.” She snorts as if that’s not possible.

“I need you to tell him never mind.”

Becca shakes her head slowly. “I can’t do that, Vicki. If Ryder wants—”

“Yes, you can,” she interrupts her. “I told him I’m not getting off this boat.

And I meant that.” She crosses her arms over her chest and pops her right hip out, tapping her high heel on the boat deck.

Becca’s eyes widen a bit at her statement, and I decide to jump in. “I’m

sorry, Vicki, but Ryder made the order. Becca can’t help you.”

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