Page 44 of Heartless Devil

Her brother. That’s who’s lurking in the dark.

“You’re right. You were just having such a good time. I didn’t wanna be a cock block.” I grin, walking over to the sink to wash my hands.

She waves her hand in my direction. “Please. I can find a million other guys just like that one.”

“Are we still going back on the yacht?” I ask.

“Of course. Just because we ditched the two losers doesn’t mean we can’t have fun.” She throws her arm over my shoulders.

I try not to think about the things that could happen on that giant yacht, in the dark, with her brother.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” she asks.

Get your shit together, Charlie.

“I’m good. I promise. There is just stuff going on at home that I can’t seem to shake.”

That’s an understatement.

“What kind of stuff?” She furrows her eyebrows.

“The kind of stuff you don’t ruin a vacation by talking about,” I reassure her.

“Promise we’ll talk when we get back home?”

“I promise.”

That’s another lie. I’m not talking to anyone about the shit happening at home.

“Come on. My brother and Tyler are waiting. I guess they told those girls they were with to fuck off.” She laughs.

I can’t ignore the feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach. The nerves kicking into high gear thinking about what just happened with Cole.

“What do we need a yacht for then?” I ask, linking my arm with hers.

“Because we can, silly.” She laughs, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

I let her pull me down the hall, even though my feet want to remain planted where they were. I’m not sure what I should expect when I come face to face with Cole.

“Took you guys long enough,” Tyler says dramatically.

“Fuck off, Ty.” Cam laughs, letting go of my arm to punch him.

“When are you going to admit you love me?” He grins.

“Not a chance in hell,” she says, just as he wraps his arms around her shoulders, pulling her towards the exit.

“Were you hiding, princess?” Cole asks, sliding up next to me, leaning down to whisper in my ear.

I can’t control the goosebumps that cover my body when I feel his hot breath on my neck.

“From what?” I manage to pull myself together, not even casting a glance in his direction.

“From me,” he says.

“Why would I hide from you? I got what I wanted, and frankly, I’m not that impressed,” I say, lying through my teeth.

He chuckles next to me, his hand wrapping around my forearm.

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