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“At least I didn’t pay for my beauty.” She tosses her hair. Bitch.
“And I don’t have to beg a man to take me back.” Yeah, I sure showed her. Not.
“Memphis and I have something real, always have.”
“Is that why he wanted to drop you on day one? Seemed to me that he wasn’t too happy to see you.”
“Don’t worry about me. You’re just jealous, always have been.”
“I don’t give a flying fuck about you.”
“So, lady-like, Ever. No, I agree, you’re no competition. You never were.”
“I hope you get whatever you deserve, Skye. You can’t hurt me anymore.” I’m so lame.
She doesn’t say anything, just turns and walks away.
At least I got the last word in. Once upon a time, I would have rolled over and taken her shit, just like I did that last time.
And to the end of time, I will keep repeating the mantra that I’m not that girl anymore.
Chapter Twelve
Memphis
Ipound into her from behind, her muffled groans turning me on more and more. I’m so close. I gagged her because I didn’t want her to talk, and she obliged. Everyone going to the lake was a perfect opportunity. Tight, wet, waiting, and I took full advantage. Fuck, she feels good.
And yet, it’s not her face I see, but Ever’s. No idea why she popped into my head, but she’s been there since I’ve started this ridiculous journey.
“Oh, oh, oh,” Sasha chants, and then her pussy grips my cock and I explode. I keep up a steady rhythm, her pussy milking every drop out of me.
“Fuck,” I pull out rather abruptly, disposing of the condom in the trash can beside the bed.
“Thanks,” she purrs, but it sounds like a broken motor. Maybe Brick and Sal are right, this sleeping around shit isn’t for me.
“Yeah, thanks.” I hastily exit the tent. I don’t even say good-bye. She was good, but not the best. But it could also be that I’m thinking of someone else.
I’m walking back when a figure in front of me catches my eye. Curvy in all the right places, nice round ass that looks good in the bikini she is wearing. My dick starts to perk up at the thought of fucking that ass. She turns when she hears me step on a stick. It’s her. Ever. Those eyes. Her eyes are everything.
She turns away and rushes into the house. I let her leave. She’s not ready for anything I have to say. I mean, what can I say? I was a shitty friend? I was too old for her? That’s a cop-out. I get that there is an age gap, but Ever is more mature than most women my age.
I walk to my room, thinking about the day and tomorrow’s activities. . Sasha is a good fuck, but I know she’s not the right one for me. She’s next to go along with the devil incarnate, Skye. If Skye stays any longer, it will make Ever uncomfortable. It’s only been a day and it’s already unbearable.
I’m looking forward to the antics tomorrow, though. The girls have to milk cows by hand. I can hear them now,I’m going to mess up my manicure, orI might break a nail, orI don’t even like milk.
Even Skye has shown that money has spoiled her. I thought I loved her. I almost gave up my career for her. She hated me being gone, at least that’s what she said, but she loved to travel with me. I don’t think I know what love is because if it’s what I felt with her, then it’s not a good feeling.
I lay down, wondering what tomorrow will bring and the what-ifs. What if I had dropped Skye and ran away with Ever? What if I had stuck up for her all the years that Ever had been bullied? What if I never married Skye? These are the questions that run through my brain on a loop. I will never forget the night my friend was hurt. I’ll never forget the night I caught the woman I loved in bed with two men. I’ll never forget the day that both my worlds came crashing together and all because Sal wants to torture me. I think it’s time I man up and grow up.
Chapter Thirteen
Ever
Today the girls have to milk a cow. The girls didn’t know what their task would be until Carlton ruined their breakfast. The looks on their faces will be sure to show up in memes for the next month. I think I love the mornings, waiting for the reactions to the task for the day.
We are sitting on the fence railing while Carlton explains the rules of this competition. What makes this even better are the excuses, like one might break a nail or ruin their manicure. One said they don’t drink milk. One excuse was they were lactose intolerant. Okay, she gets a pass. Because not only do the girls have to milk the cow, then they have to strain it and drink it. Ivy shows them how to do it, explaining where to put their hands on the teat and one girl passes out. I am not sorry I laughed out loud at that. Where do they think milk comes from? The girl that has a pass takes a seat with us.
Her name is Ariel and she’s another redhead. Her mom likes Disney, obviously. She’s not just lactose intolerant, she’s allergic. No wonder we had to alter recipes with substitutes. I kind of feel bad for her. Memphis was instructed that she couldn’t be eliminated, which pissed the others off.
