Page 52 of Stuck On Them

She walked into the living room and ran her hand across the back of the leather sofa as she walked past it.

In the middle of the room was a large entertainment space with three couches surrounding a large coffee table. At the end was a console with a hidden television that separated the space from the ten-seat dining table.

She went to the next set of stairs—which curved up to the upper deck—which had another indoor living space and an informal outdoor dining area under the cover of the deck above it.

“There are four rooms on this one, with one of them being the owner’s suite. Plus, the helipad.” I cringed at that because it was crazy even to me.

“A helipad?” She wheeled around, her eyes wide. “Do you have a helicopter?”

“No.” I chuckled. “Some guests have really busy schedules and it’s convenient. It’s good for safety too.”

“Right.” She walked right up the next set of stairs. “How big is this thing?”

“There are two more decks. The bridge deck has a small pool, more living space, a gym, captain’s quarters, and is where everything is controlled from.” I was getting a little nervous because she was quiet, only speaking in one or two words when she did say something. “Then the next level is the flybridge and there’s more lounge space and dining.”

She sat down on one of the lounge seats by the raised infinity pool, which had a glass wall on one side of it to see what was going on below the water.

I couldn’t help but wonder what it might be like to watch her get fucked in the pool and see everything.

“Say something.” I sat down at the end of her seat, putting my hand on her ankle. “We can leave.”

“We should.” My heart sank as she leaned back against the pillows, slipping her sunglasses back on. “Your boat isn’t quite big enough.”

And just like that, all my worries dissipated. “It’s not about the size of the boat.”

She smiled and I could feel her looking at me. I couldn’t stop myself from running the tips of my fingers up her calf, causing goosebumps to spread across her skin.

“Luca.” Her voice lacked any conviction. “You can’t touch me like that.”

“Like what?” I leaned down, kissing her knee. “I’m just being friendly.” I didn’t kiss her skin again but kept my hand on her ankle.

“Like you’re up to no good.” She bit her lip like she was holding something back.

“Friends can get up to-”

“Sir, your other guests have arrived. Would you like them to come up and I’ll serve drinks here?” Cynthia, the lead stewardess seemed to appear out of nowhere.

Paige sat up quickly, swinging her legs over the edge of the lounger.

“That would be perfect. Thank you, Cynthia.” I turned back to Paige. “You have to promise me you won’t get upset.”

“About what?”

I cringed. “Well, my friends. You see... you know them already.”

“You didn’t mention any names.” She lifted her sunglasses so she could shoot laser beams at me.

If it was possible for a look to castrate a man, that would have been it.

Chapter17

Emotional Support Bottle

Paige

When Luca said he was hanging out with friends, I didn’t think he meant Garrett and Ryker. I mean, I should have, but he would have said their names, not just lumped them with a generic term. At least that would have been what I would have said had I invited someone the other person already knew.

But was I really that surprised?

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