Page 10 of Sail Me to Ruin
“Don’t think this is the last you’re going to see of me, pretty little Storm. I don’t normally let go of the things I want. You owe me a conversation.”
It’s the least she can do given the fact she keeps trying to run from me.
She kisses my cheek, catching me off guard. “I owe you nothing. Once you learn that, we can talk. Good night.”
As I process what she said, she quickly slips out of my grasp, taking off like her ass is on fire. The way she runs makes me want to throttle her for the disobedience and fuck her at the same time.
Picturing her naked underneath me does nothing for my mood as she runs away from me once again.
Adjusting myself, I set down the now empty whiskey glass on a random table before going to the furthest bar from my brother to get a drink. Once I make it through the throngs of people, I begin to flag the bartender down. The guy next to me who’s also waiting leans over, trying to make friendly small talk.
“So, what brings you to this supposed fuckfest of a boat ride, dude?”
The crass comment makes me roll my eyes. I turn to give him a piece of my mind and tell him that life isn’t about filling holes, when I realize it’s the Chad from earlier that danced with my girl.
Well, this just got interesting…
Not willing to throw away a chance to see why she acted the way she did, I entertain the question the best I can.
“I'm not here for me. My poor brother got his heart torn to shreds, so what better way to heal from that than to flirt with someone new and find that ‘spark’ again. You know?”
He scoffs. “Oh, so your brother is one of the ‘good guys’, huh? How boring. I bet a guy like you though is just like me. I left my bitch at home with the kids. It's a guys’ fishing trip on the gulf. So, even if they track us, we are in the water like we said.”
Disgust rolls through me knowing that he was all over Elodie with a wife and kids back home. I keep the disdain off my face. “Yeah, actually I am single, but good for you, I guess. Find anything worth chasing yet?”
The look on his face tells me that I know what’s about to come out of his mouth is going to piss me off. I brace myself for his stupidity.
“Oh yeah, man! There was this hot little piece of ass I was dancing with earlier. We hit it off so good. She’s a teacher just like me. She clearly wanted me but was just shy. You know what they say about the shy ones.” He elbows me and suggestively winks as I swallow down the threats I want to spew about staying away from her.
The bartender finally comes over, ending this shitty conversation and getting both of our drink orders. Thankfully, whoever came up beside him has caught his eye. I listen to him trying to put the moves on her while I watch the waves over the side of the deck.
The bartender places the new whiskey in front of me and I take a sip, relishing in the burn as it goes down.
Finally, something not shitty about this evening.
A shrill giggle that is clearly fake rings out from the girl next to us along with a corny, “Oh my goshhh, you're like, so funny.”
The voice causes me to do a double take, and I see Elodie’s friend sitting next to the guy she just saved her friend from.
She changed her outfit to something much more scandalous and dark compared to the Barbie pink outfit she was sporting earlier. However, when I saw her earlier she clearly wasn’t drunk.
Apparently, I don’t hide my expression well because she catches it out of the corner of her eye. Giving me a wink, she goes back to flirting with the guy whose name is apparently Rhett, ‘like the country star.’
I learn her name is Jade and she also works in an elementary school with her best friend. The last piece was probably for my benefit and not his, but he smooth talks her and plays a sweet single guy almost too well.
My disgust for him grows bigger as he closes the distance between them, placing a hand on her thigh because he thinks she’s too drunk to say no. I want to step in but question whether or not she’s playing a bigger game here.
So, I keep to myself, drinking the whiskey and curiously keeping an eye on the situation. Knox finally stumbles over with tousled hair and his shirt unbuttoned.
I raise my brow at him to question where he wandered off to. “That was fun, and I am much happier now. Isn’t that all you want to know? Or do you need the sordid debauchery details?”
I quickly shut him down. “Nope, definitely don’t need to know. Thanks for that mentally scarring image.”
He chuckles and leans against the bar end next to me, drawing the bartender’s attention over to us.
“Want another one, or are you calling it for the night?” Knox asks before the bartender reaches us.
Deciding this is my last drink before I tuck in, I wave my hand. “No thanks. I’m sure you have plans for lots of drinking over the next few days and would prefer not to kill my liver on day one.”
