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Just then, Diego, Chris, and Andrew, all narrowed their focus on me at the same time.

“You can make drinks?!”

“You’ve been holding out on us this entire time!”

“That’s the kind of thing you should tell people, Leo! We have a right to know!”

“Friends help their friends!”

“If you just give me a chance to defend myself—” I started before the athletes and I playfully bickered back and forth. Jacob watched, out of the corner of his eye, a smile on his face the whole time. By the time the argument died down, I’d agreed to make drinks for everyone at least once, at some point during this trip. The guys seemed pleased with the agreement, and had gone back to talking among themselves, getting into various sports stats and games they’d been keeping up with on their phones.

“I can’t believe you got me in trouble like that.” I playfully nudged Jacob in the arm. “You could’ve gotten me killed by telling them I could make drinks!”

“I just thought they had a right to know.” He smirked. “Especially since you’re so good at it.”

He lowered his voice as he said, “Although, I have to admit, if I had my choice between fucking you on the bar or you serving me a drink, I’d take fucking you every time.”

“Jacob!” I turned away from him, trying to keep my expression from giving away the dirty thoughts that’d just run through my head. Just then, I felt Jacob gently kiss me on the cheek, before he went back to eating his breakfast. I quickly looked around the table, wondering if anyone had seen that little moment of PDA. Thankfully, the guys still seemed to be distracted by their sports stats conversation…

All of them except for Keith.

Keith was staring right at me, anger flashing behind his gaze. The anger then completely disappeared, dissolving into something else as Keith flashed a wide, eager smile.

“Keith, don’t—” I started, trying to prevent something from coming, even though I didn’t know exactly what Keith had in mind.

“Hey! Did y’all know that Leo and I used to date?” Keith casually announced to the table.

Everyone’s attention turned toward him before he went on. “Yeah, Leo used to be my boyfriend. He really made me work for it, though, which is ironic because once he was mine, he gave me everything I wanted without me even asking for it.”

“Keith—”

“What’s your favorite place we ever hooked up, Leo? For me, it was the locker room before the playoffs.”

“Stop,” I pleaded. “Why are you even doing this right now?”

“What’s the big deal?” Keith laughed, like anything was funny. “What? You don’t want people to know that you’re slumming it until we get back together?”

“We’re not getting back together, Keith.”

“Why? Because of him?” Keith looked over at Jacob. “He’s nothing, Leo. He can’t give you what you want, what you deserve. You’re supposed to be on private jets, letting me fuck you in the bathroom, just like the good old days?—”

“Stop! Just stop!” I got up from my seat at the table. “If you wanted to embarrass me in front of everyone, congratulations! If you wanted to make me feel small?—”

“How do you think I feel, huh?” Keith shot back. “It’s embarrassing for me to watch you hook up with a fucking loser right in front of me!”

“You’re the fucking loser, Keith!”

“Whatever, tater tot.” Keith rolled his eyes. “I’ll let you apologize for that when we’re back together. You can use your mouth to say sorry.”

“I hate you so fucking much—” I didn’t have a chance to finish my sentence, as I felt Jacob gently pulling me away from the table.

“Don’t,” Jacob whispered. “Don’t make a scene. Don’t give him what he wants.”

“But he’s being such an asshole?—”

“He just wants to get a reaction out of you, baby,” Jacob whispered again. “Or get a reaction out of me. He wants to kill your focus.”

“But why?”

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