Page 24 of Beyond the Fame

I fire off all my responses.

Me: Just got out of the shower. I’m fine, nothing to talk about. I won’t forget and I won’t be late

Then I reply to the text about my 'new look’ with a whole paragraph of middle finger emojis. He sends five hysterical laughing emojis back. A wave of warmth spreads through my chest. We’ve been repairing our friendship for the past few years, and I’m so glad to have my best friend back.

My feet trudge leaving the suite and I swallow the nausea as I walk down the hallway to head to the beach. I decide to take the stairs—all nine flights—because the elevator will only remind me of last night and how I caged Rebecca against the wall. I don’t need my dick getting hard before going out in public.

The hotel lobby is just as busy as last night when I exit the staircase. I hiss at the bright light filtering in and put my sunglasses on—I don’t even remember hooking them onto my shirt.

My stomach is killing me, so I stop by the hotel’s café and grab a coffee, a sandwich, a cup of fruit, and a bottled water. I sit to eat and inhale everything within five minutes.

Despite the sunny and warm day, the beach isn’t too crowded. Lounge chairs are placed throughout the sand facing the ocean.

As I’m walking to an empty one, a flash of red stops me in my tracks. The moment my eyes find her, time slows down. Okay, maybe not, but I've surely died, and this is heaven. Rebecca walks out of the water soaking wet. Her red two-piece suit clings to her body, leaving little to the imagination. Her top barely covers her tits, her nipples hard as rocks and poking out.

God, I want to put them in my mouth.

Water drips down her soft stomach and my tongue goes dry, desperate to lick it up. Her bottoms are high-waisted, sitting above her wide hips and showcasing those godforsaken thick legs.

I stand there, staring like a creep and move my towel in front of my hardening cock.

She sees my… excitement and smiles, knowing exactly what she’s doing to me.

“Jenny,” she purrs and despite me hating the nickname, the way she just said it speaks right to my dick. “You’re alive.”

I compose myself enough to plaster on a smirk. “Were you worried about me, Rebecca?”

She narrows her eyes at me saying her real name. Becky gets a reaction out of her, but Rebecca makes her feral.

“Not at all. If you died, I’d get the suite all to myself.”

She tosses her wet hair over her shoulder and walks past me, close enough that I inhale the salt and ocean scent mixed with her sweet perfume.

My anticipation of seeing her after last night is keeping me on edge. While I'm not embarrassed about what happened, I at least expected her to question me about the things I said or the cuddling.

She's acting like none of it never happened. Fine. I can play that game too.

She settles into a lounge chair, picking up her sunscreen bottle. I will absolutely lose it if I watch her spread that lotion across her skin. I throw my towel into the empty lounger on her right and start unbuttoning my shirt.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Rebecca pauses her sunscreen application to gawk at me.

I tilt my head. “Going for a swim.”

My shirt is now off, and I relish the way Rebecca checks me out before quickly averting her eyes.

“I mean, why are you putting your stuff next to me? Go sit somewhere else.”

I lean over her, as close as possible, to set my shirt next to where I threw the towel. With my lips mere inches from her mouth, I say, “No.”

She inhales sharply, her eyes flickering to my mouth as if anticipating a kiss.

Boy, do I want to kiss her.

I even lean in a little more and she holds her breath before I suddenly stand up straight.

She throws her sandal at me as I walk off, chuckling all the way to the water.

I’ve been floating for at least thirty minutes by the time she joins me. I didn’t expect her to, but here she is.

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