Page 7 of His to Ruin

“These are the best castles ever,” Millie squeals as she steps back taking a good look at her kingdom. After an hour or two I can tell she’s beginning to get bored and tire of going back and forth to get the water she needed to make our castles stay up. I suggest to mom that maybe it’s time for some food, that way Millie will hopefully allow me to sunbathe in peace and quiet for a while whilst she eats.

After lunch mom and Millie take turns to take some more pictures on the camera, while I finally get the chance to pull out the romance book I’ve been wanting to read for so long. I wasn’t allowed to read those types of books before. Max hated them. He made me get rid of them arguing that those books made girls romanticise relationships and that guys are not like that in the real world. If only.

Chapter Six

Jordin

It’sbeenaboutanhour since I started reading. The heat of the sun is beating down on my skin so much that my broken sunglasses keep sliding down my nose. The constant sliding them back in place is not what breaks my concentration though, nor is it the crowd that has increased so much in size that its almost upon us. No, it’s a damn car horn continuously beeping. The occupants wanting to make their presence known to the crowd.

“The kegs have arrived,” someone yells over the music, which has now turned to a beat I could get into, making my feet and toes bob in the sand. The look on mom’s face however says it’s almost time to go. She hates this type of music, preferring rock music like my dad.

Suddenly mom yells, “Watch out.”

I almost jump out of my skin throwing the book on the sand just in time to see a ball fly over my head hitting Millie full whack in her tiny arm and landing on her sand kingdom ruining all her hard work.

Mom is on her in an instant and tears begin to stream from her face, her cries now louder than the blasting music.

“Oh my gosh. Millie are you ok?” The distress in moms voice is clear as she drops to her knees in the sand beside Millie scooping her onto her lap. “Jordin quick, hand me the bag of ice that the drinks are sitting on top of in the picnic bag.”

I quickly stand, unzip the bag and pull out the bag of ice that was cooling our juice boxes and hand it to her.

When I bend down to assess Millie I note the round angry red welt that is now forming on her skin from where the ball hit her.

“Where the hell did that come from? I thought we were far enough away from them,” I say to mom, but she’s too busy comforting a crying Millie to hear me.

Then I hear it.

Wait, there’s no way that was a wolf whistle I just heard. It couldn’t have been. Was it? It was low but I’m sure that’s what I heard over Millie’s sobs and music.

Uncurling myself I stand up tall then spin around to see two guys wearing only board shorts hovering over our wind breaker. I cock a brow, annoyance swelling inside me at the way their gazes shift up and down my body.

I walk towards them.

“Hey, you need to be more careful where you kick your ball in future. There’s little kids here,” I scold, not knowing which one it was so I direct it to the both of them. The taller of the two is just standing there staring at me, he hasn’t taken his eyes off me.

This time it’s not the heat from the sun making my cheeks blaze. The smaller one smirks, not that being over six foot tall is small by any means, but he fucking smirks at me.

“Gimme the ball,” he demands uncaring with his hand stretched out waiting for me to hand it over to him.

Who does this guy think he is? Is he blind? Does he not see my little sister crying? No apology, no is she okay? Nothing except give me the ball like I’m inconveniencing him or something. I don’t think so.

In a quick bend I pick up the ball holding it out to him, but not far enough so he can take it.

“Oh, you mean this ball. The one you just hit my sister with and haven’t apologised for?”

My eyes shift between the two of them again. The taller of the two still has his arms crossed but looks rather impressed at my outburst.

I quickly look away from him. Accident or not no one hurts my sister. I take in the smaller one and his strong muscular tattooed body. He almost has as many tattoos on it as the other guy only his are mostly on his chest. His board shorts are slung low enough on his hips that it show off an impressive V-shape. He has short golden-brown hair, blue eyes and is undeniably gorgeous. Both of them are. In fact that if a modelling agent were to walk past right now, they could be on next month’s cover of a magazine. I shake away the thoughts bringing me back to my sister’s painful cries.

“I’ll give you your ball back, but first you’re going to apologise,” I say in my I’m not fucking around voice.

Leaning on the post that is holding up the wind breaker in a voice so low only I can hear he says, “Listen princess, you’re obviously new here but this beach is ours and no one comes on it without my fucking say so,” he says then pauses looking me from head to toe again tilting his head before continuing, “Unless you want to find out what we do with girls who disobey I suggest you hand that back. NOW.”

There it is. The one word I never wanted to be called ever again. Princess. Every time I hear it my skin crawls with disgust. All the anger I have been holding in for the past few weeks quickly rises inside me making my blood boil.

I swore that I would never let a guy walk all over me again and yet here I am my second day here talking to some guy I don’t even know who thinks he can tell me what to do. No not fucking happening. I take a step towards him.

“Just who the hell do you think you are?” I ask in a voice just as low as his.

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