Page 59 of The Wrong Sister
“I don’t want it.”
“Tough luck because I want company.”
“Even the one who will be the ruin of everything you’ve built?” she asks, copying my tone mockingly.
I sigh and smack her ass with my palm, making her squeak again. “Not now, Maeve. We’re getting damn fruit for you.”
She’s quiet again. Thinking. Calculating.
“When will you tell me?”
“Tomorrow,” I promise. “I will tell you tomorrow.”
Would it be enough time for me? Am I asking too much of her?
Maybe. But that’s all I’ve got for now. Tomorrow, it will be another day, and I will be ready for that. Today, I want to enjoy being left out of the loop from real life, here, in this paradise with her.
After a few deep breaths, she relaxes on my shoulder. “Tomorrow then,” she agrees.
And I ask myself, how did I get her in my life? And why now? Do I deserve her? No. Will I do anything to keep her now? Yes. Am I a psychopath to make such a life-altering decision based on a few days spent together? Maybe.
I get papayas for my insatiable woman, who’s currently singing “I like to move it move it”while I climb the palm. I nearly fall down from laughing because she sounds so off-key, she even scared all the nearby chickens. But she’s trying really hard to sing at the top of her lungs, and she’s laughing.She looks so carefree and happy I wonder what type of life she has back in reality. Is she always this happy? Or is the island changing her too?
We eat papayas even though I loathe the taste, but she’s trying to convince me that the enzymes in there are good for us. Like we don’t get enough fiber eating only fucking bananas and coconuts the entire time we’ve been here. Which reminds me I should try fishing and go collect more eggs.
So we do just that, after I nearly vomit trying to swallow the awful papaya she’s hand-feeding me. The only good thing out of it is me licking the juice off her fingers while she’s biting her lower lip. Every time her white teeth sink into the pink flesh, my cock jerks, and I wonder if throwing her on the ground and fucking right now would be too soon?
We get some eggs, a lot more than before, and eat half of them right there. A skinny rooster tries to nip me, and I promise to come after him if it doesn’t work out with the fish. The bird surrenders because he takes a step back probably after seeing my determined face.I’m here to impress a woman, pal. You’ll lose every step of the way.
“Did you just have a standoff with a bird?” Maeve asks, biting her cheek in a weak attempt not to smile.
“Yeah. I’m protecting my territory.” It’s easy to talk to her. Easy to joke. She gets me, the authentic me.
“You should piss on that tree.” She points at one of them. “And that one too,” the next tree, “to mark your territory. It seems to be a big one. Big ones are good.”
“I just might. Will you watch?”
“Will you swing your schlong?” Her eyes twinkle with mischief.
I shake my head, trying to force her words away from my memory. “Don’t say this word anymore.”
“Schlong?” she cackles.
“Yeah, that. Don’t.”
“Why?”
“It traumatizes me.”
“But you’ve got one.” She giggles, stepping away to the side.
“Maeve,” I warn.
“What?” She smiles, taking another step backward.
I put everything on the ground, making sure the eggs are placed very carefully. “Come here.”
“Nope.” She bites her lower lip and hides her hands behind her back.
