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I relish in the thought that Memphis was having a horrible time. He looked bored at times and borderline pissed at others. As long as he’s miserable. That’s wrong of me, being just as catty as some of the contestants. Maybe I have the right to be, but I shouldn’t act like that. But they also don’t know him like I do, except for Skye.
I’m exhausted and haul myself to bed. I look out my window just in time to see Memphis out by the big oak tree, unbuttoning his shirt and taking off the tie. Shit, he has a nice body. I always knew he did, but he’s definitely filled out more. Guess the chill in the air doesn’t bother him. I keep watching him, knowing I’m being creepy. I might be angry at him for what he did to me, but he is nice to look at. His brown hair is cut short. I’m guessing that’s so no one can pull it when he’s fighting. Even his beard is trimmed short. His muscles bulge as he moves his arms, and his abs are perfect right down to the happy trail V. I want to run my hands over them.
And then I see red hair. I keep watching, intrigued to see what happens. It’s dark so he can’t see me. The redhead, I think her name is Rachel, runs her hands down his chest and abs and I can almost see them quiver under her touch. She unzips his jeans and before I can turn away, I catch a glimpse of the biggest dick I’ve ever seen.
Okay, I’ve only seen one, and that was a guy I dated last year, but he was small compared to the one I just saw slide into that girl’s mouth. I am still a virgin. While we might’ve dated, we never advanced our relationship sexually.
I shouldn’t have watched. I shouldn’t want to know what he tastes like. I’m not someone he would ever go for. After all, he made that clear years ago. I saw him as my knight in shining armor when he saw me as a little sister or an annoying brat. I can’t believe I ever called him a friend. Guess that armor is tarnished.
I change and try to sleep, but all I can see is Memphis’s dick. I’m torn right now. I want to hate him for ghosting me and at the same time I feel nothing but a rush of emotion when he’s near me. And I know it’s going to be another sleepless night because all I can think about is him and his huge cock.
I toss and turn all night, and at six in the morning, I just give up, take a shower, and head down to the kitchen to start the coffee. I’m going to need some stat if I won’t be a terror all day.
“You’re up early,” my dad says as he comes in and starts pulling out pans and food.
“Yeah. You never told me what happened with Anne,” I say over my shoulder with a yawn as I turn on the coffee pot, needing to change the subject.
“I finally cut ties. She wasn’t happy. I wasn’t happy. I gave her a few months to move out. I’m selling that house. Hopefully, I will break even with the small repairs we had done.”
“Where will she go?” I might not care for her as a stepmother, but I don’t want her to be homeless.
“I don’t know. She has family in Atlanta, maybe she will go there. I just know that I need to move on.”
I fight to hide my smile, knowing there’s no more pageants, no more scowls. Just pure happiness. I think my dad is, too. At least he seems happier.
“Morning.” Ivy walks into the kitchen, all smiles.
“Morning. I already cut up the fruit while I waited for the coffee to brew.” I pass her a cup.
“Thanks. What do you think of the girls?”
“Rude, obnoxious. Already knew Skye would be.” For the most part, besides the glares here and there, she’s left me alone. Can’t complain about that.
My dad and Ivy laugh because it’s true.
“What’s on their agenda for today?”
“I think they have to go fishing. I can’t wait to see that. Want to go watch after breakfast?”
Ivy nods.
The girls make their way through the line, looking like death warmed over, bags under their eyes for days. Guess they didn’t get any sleep. I would love to be in one of those tents. I peeked inside one and it looks kind of homely, but camping isn’t for everyone.
The crew starts setting up and assistants pass out coffee. Austin and my dad pull empty plates as the girls head down to the lake. They were told at breakfast where to be.
“Let’s go.” Ivy, Linc, and I make our way down to the lake. The host of the show is a guy named Carlton. The girls are standing around, wondering what is going to happen. Some look scared, while others look bored out of their minds.
Memphis takes his place next to Carlton and their faces change from scared or bored to sultry and sexy. Gag!
“Ladies, you’re trying to catch this guy’s eye. Not only that, but his heart as well. Today is a fishing competition. You have to bait your own hook and catch your lunch. The one that catches the most fish wins a date with Memphis.”
“We have to touch the worms?” Destiny, a brunette with tattoos, asks. I’ll give that to her, maybe she’s never touched one before, but she gives off the ‘I have snakes as pets’ vibe. She’s exotic and beautiful. Her tattoos are intricate works of art all over her legs and arms. Her curly brown hair hangs almost to her butt, and her amber eyes stand out against her tan skin. She’s half Asian and I think she’s one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever seen.
“Yes.”
“Is it hard?” A blonde with red highlights asks. I think her name is Desiree. She is one of the girls from his past. I think she said she met him at a fundraiser event.
“No, it’s not hard.” Carlton gestures to me. Okay, I guess I’m going to show them how it’s done.
