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“You got it.”
Soul continues toward the common room while I go to my room. As I shower off my frustration, my mind flashes back tothe many times I made Ivory moan my name. Along with the memory comes the anger.
Fuck her.
CHAPTER 9
IVORY
TWO MONTHS LATER…
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
Megan holds my hair back as I vomit for the third time after stopping for a break. We have one more day of rafting before the trip is over. The rapids were extremely rough today due to the strong winds and the torrential downpour we had last night. Everyone is tired and sore from navigating the river.
“Yeah, I’m good.” I straighten and wipe my mouth with the paper towel Megan hands me. “The current was stronger than I was expecting. All that bouncing around… I don’t remember the last time it was that bad.”
“It was a few years ago,” Megan confirms. “I don’t remember you getting sick, though.”
I laugh. “No, last time I heldyourhair back.”
Megan snaps her fingers. “That’s right. I guess this is payback.”
“I’ve been saving up.”
“Obviously,” she deadpans.
“At least it’s not raining today.”
“True,” she says and points to the other rafters. “And you’re not the only one who’s turned a nasty shade of green.”
I glance over to see several of our guests holding their stomachs. Kiera is dry-heaving next to another guy. I can’t tell if it’s because she was affected by the ride or if it’s seeing other people getting sick. Either way, it’s nice to know I’m not alone.
“Alright, everyone!” I holler. “Let’s get our tents put up and a fire started so we can hunker down for the night. Then we can start dinner.”
“Heifer,it’s been over a week, and you still look like shit,” Eric criticizes.
I narrow my brows. “Thanks for your opinion, Queenie.”
Megan’s head shoots up from her computer. “He’s not wrong, Ivory. Maybe you caught a bug on the rapids trip. You haven’t felt good for a while now. Go to the doctor.”
“You know I hate doctors,” I state firmly.
“What’s wrong with doctors?” Eric asks, his lashes fluttering. “Some of them are yummy to look at while they lean in close to examineevery single inchof you.”
“Gross!” Megan complains. “Don’t make me tell RaRa you’re thinking about other men.”
“Wench!” Eric screeches. “Believe me when I say that that man covers all my needs, but I’m not dead. I can enjoy a nice specimen if I see one. Looky, but no touchy.”
I roll my eyes. “Doctors mean needles. Needles are the devil and a hard pass.”
Eric gasps. “Girl, you put your life on the line daily for the thrill of the adrenaline rush, but needles still send you running for the hills?”
Megan laughs. “Yep! Last time she went to the doctor was because we needed a physical for life insurance policies. The lab tech came in to draw blood, andMs. Chase the Highover there, fainted.”
“It was a big fucking needle!” I shout. I grab my purse out of my drawer and stand up. “Fine, I’ll go to the doctor, but you two are dicks!”
Laughter follows me out of the office as I stomp through the lobby. Little do they know, I already have an appointment. Who knows what I could have picked up to make me feel so horrible? Parasites come to mind as I pull into my primary care’s parking lot.
