Page 4 of You Kissed Me First

It’s no surprise that he cheated on Katie. I mean, he’s a complete dumbass for losing her. She’s the kind of girl you take home to mom. The one you marry and spend the rest of your life worshipping. Instead, he gave her up for some loose pussy who he probably never saw again.

What’s worse is that he then called and bragged about it. About how he knew she was coming over, but the new piece wanted some, so he gave it to her, knowing Katie would catch them.

Speak of the fucking devil, I watch as Barrett heads this way with a chick on his arm.

“I’m going to head down to the room. See if Katie needs anything.”

Nessa smiles up at me with a knowing smirk but doesn’t say anything.

Grant holds his fist up for a fist bump. “Catch you later for drinks?”

“I think I might stay in tonight. Get a quick dinner and watch a movie or something. I’ll let you know then.”

It doesn’t take me long to make it to the room. I picked this room for a reason. I wanted to have plenty of space to move around, along with the ability to get fresh air without leaving my room. I absolutely hate feeling trapped. So I knew I would need a balcony suite. Then I picked the lowest, most central room I could get to feel the least amount of sway from the ship as it moves. While everyone else in our group wanted to be as close to the party as possible, I moved as far away from them as I could.

Standing outside the room, I take a deep breath. I knock twice before putting my card in the door. Once inside, I find her.

Katie looks as gorgeous as she always does. Her dark brown hair pulled back into a bun, leaving her neck open for my viewing pleasure. The long-sleeved shirt hanging off of her shoulder showing that she’s not wearing a bra while her legs are covered in fluffy pink pants.

She looks ready for bed.

“Hey, doll. Is that what you wore here?” I don’t know why I ask, but I can’t help it.

“I don’t know how many times I have to tell you not to call me doll,” she huffs, her focus back to the TV.

I feel the smile fill my face.

She hates when I call her doll, but from the moment I met her, the term of endearment flowed from my mouth. She’s dainty, standing at five-four with curvy hips begging to be grabbed. I knew in that moment, she could be my baby doll, body ready for manipulation until we were both screaming out in pleasure.

Too bad she had other ideas. While I was thinking about getting her naked, she decided I was a heathen, not worthy of her time.

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

She shrugs. “I didn’t see the point of putting on real clothes when I plan to order room service and go to bed early. We have a sea day tomorrow and I plan to spend the entire day reading by the pool.”

“Makes sense. We have our safety briefing in”—I look at my watch—“ten minutes. Want to walk up together?”

Her eyes narrow in suspicion. “Why are you being so nice to me? Usually you’re a complete asshole. Now you’re letting me room with you. Insisting I take the bed even though you paid for it.”

I fight back a smile. She’s right. I usually am an asshole, but it’s because I love the fire in her eyes when I say something mean to her. It gets me hard.

“Your sister said you needed a place to stay. This room is big enough for the both of us. Seemed like a no-brainer.”

“Then let me at least pay you for my part of the room.”

I shake my head. “I know you didn’t get your money back for dipshit’s room. Besides, I paid for this room before I knew you were rooming with me.”

She looks thoughtful for a moment. “Why did you get such a spacious room for only you?”

“I like my space.” Clearing my throat, I look out the window, staring at the port building. “I’m not a fan of enclosed spaces.”

She giggles. “Are you claustrophobic?”

I shake my head. “No. I’m not afraid of them. I just don’t care for them.”

“So, do you take the stairs instead of the elevator?”

“Most of the time, yes.”

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