Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
“Have you seen Emily? She was supposed to come get me hours ago.”
June furrows her brow. “Really? I haven’t seen her. Did she go to the hot tub after Heather and I left? To say goodbye to Sienna?”
I shake my head. “She didn’t. Not that I saw, anyway.”
“Damn…” June walks out of her room and toward me. She’s wearing a yellow romper and her feet are bare. “I just got out of the shower, but I was hanging out on the deck after Sienna and Brett left. Come to think of it, neither Emily nor Misty were there.” She bites her lower lip. “I don’t want to get involved with Misty in any way. I’m still not sure I’m on solid ground here, if you get what I mean.”
Oh, I get what she means all right. But Alex made his feelings known. June can stay, no matter what Evangeline or anyone else says.
June made sure she cemented her place on the island by sucking Alex’s big dick.
And there goes that pissy feeling again. This time I have a hard time holding back the pettiness. I have to bite my tongue. Actually, like sink my teeth into it. I don’t want to deal with June right now. If I have to, I’ll get pissy, and I don’t want to do that. That’ll only prove to June what she probably already thinks—that I’m too young and immature to be here.
I wave June away and knock on the next door, which used to belong to Ginger, but of course I get no response. “Emily!” I call again.
June has disappeared back into her room, and I’m just as glad, because when I turn to look down the stairwell, Heather comes bounding up from the second floor wearing nothing but a sports bra and leggings. Her hair is damp. Clearly, she either just had a swim or a shower, but there’s no mistaking the glassy eyes and flushed cheeks.
She’s been fucking, and the only thing I know for certain is that she wasn’t with Brett, because he’s with Sienna. I suppose I can rule Sebastian out as well…though I left his room over an hour ago, so maybe not.
“Hey,” she says, wiping her forehead. “What are you yelling about?”
“I can’t find Emily. She and I were supposed to—” I sigh. “Oh, never mind.”
All I can think about is that Heather had a great date last night with Sebastian, and I fucked him this morning.
“You okay?” Heather asks.
I open my mouth to answer her, but nothing comes out. This has all become so awkward. It’s almost incestuous, in a way. None of us are related, of course, but everyone is fucking everyone else. I had a threesome, for God’s sake. Me. Little Ariel Tanner. Hayseed mermaid had a threesome with an underwear model and a billionaire. Can’t say any of that was on my to-do list even a month ago.
I’d be lying, though, if I said I wasn’t having fun. And as much as I liked Brett’s and Alex’s attentions, Sebastian is the one who gave me what I ultimately wanted.
A good hard fuck. A cock inside me. The one thing that always makes me come.
“Ariel?” Heather prods.
“Sorry. I’m looking for Emily. I don’t think she went down to say goodbye to Sienna, and that’s not like her. Plus, she was supposed to find me a couple hours ago. I haven’t seen either her or Misty, and I’m getting concerned.”
“Misty…” Heather lets out a sigh.
“You know something?”
“Only what June told me.”
“About what?”
“I probably shouldn’t say anything.”
“You mean about the threesome with the basketball guy?”
“Oh. You know.” Heather sighs. “I’m thirsty. I need some juice. Come with me to the kitchen?”
“But Emily…”
“We’ll come right back. Come on.”
What the heck? I follow Heather back down two flights of stairs. Once we get to the kitchen, two staff members, a man and a woman, are laying out groceries. No Emily or Misty, not that I expected either to be there. No Alex or Sebastian either.
“What’s all this for?” I ask, gesturing to the food.
“Evangeline has an activity planned for later,” the male staffer—his name tag says Marc—says. He has gorgeous dark-blue eyes.
“An activity involving food?” Heather asks.
“Yes.”
“What is it?” Heather again.
Marc smiles. “She’ll have to tell you. Is there anything we can do for you in the meantime?”
“Yeah, actually,” Heather says. “I’d like an apple and kale smoothie with nonfat yogurt and vanilla protein powder.”
“Right away.” The female staff member—name tag Katie—nods to me. “One for you as well?”
“Kale?” I shake my head. “No thank you. I’ll take some apple juice, though. With nothing green or anything else in it.”
“Absolutely.”
“Kale is really good for you, Ariel,” Heather says.
“I’m sure it is,” I reply dryly. “Still, no thanks.”
Katie prepares our drinks while Marc continues laying out the groceries. This kitchen is so big. It’s bigger than Mama’s whole house.