Chapter 18
Diesel
E very night, the resort we stayed in held a beach party. Tonight was no different, and currently, I was pushing my way through the crowd in search of the little skank. Still furious after the way he’d left me in the middle of the fucking ocean, I scanned the scene. Rage burned through me, pounding in my ears so loud I could hardly hear the music beating in the background. Luckily, after five more minutes of looking around, I spotted him.
Dressed all in white, one could almost mistake the brat for an angel, only he couldn’t be further from that. Gone were the days I let his tantrums slide. Tonight, he was about to learn not to mess with me.
“Hey, Diesel—”
I didn’t wait for Jessie to even finish talking before I pushed him out of my way and walked straight toward Shay-Lee.
“Will you look at that?” His lips curled up. “You swam back in one piece,” he sneered right before I grabbed his arm, yanked him aside, and pushed him against a wooden wall that kept us hidden from the party .
“Are you crazy?” I hissed.
“We both know the answer to that— ouch ,” he whined when I tightened my grip on his arm.
“You left me in the fucking water.”
His brows pulled close as his lips quirked up into a mean little smile. “Don’t make such a big deal out of it, baby .” The way his lips curled around that one word made my jaw twitch. “It wasn’t like I left you in the middle of the ocean. The shore wasn’t far away.” He pretended to yawn. “And besides, I gave you that life vest.”
“You shitting me?” I shoved him harder against the bamboo wall until it shook. “I swam over a mile and a half before some German tourist boat saw me and gave me a lift.”
Picking underneath his nails, he huffed. “See? I told you it wasn’t that dangerous.”
“You went too far today,” I warned, and he responded with a grin.
“Well, it’s not like you haven’t done the same a hundred times over.”
Brat .
“I’ve had enough of this little game of yours,” I rasped, my rage reaching new heights. I doubted I’d ever been this angry with him, not even when I first found out he was my Llorón. “This was fucking dangerous, Shay-Lee. I could have died.”
Something crossed his eyes before his cockiness was replaced with—
Fury .
Biting his lips, he pushed at my chest. “I could have died, too, Camilo. In fact, there were numerous times I thought of killing myself after you left me, but you don’t see me bitching about it.” He jabbed his finger at my chest. “You’re a fucking narcissist. You know that. Right?”
I gaped at his incredibly angry face. “I’m the narcissist?” I had to drop my hands from his body out of fear I’d snap him in half. “You’re the one with a stick up his ass.” A broken laugh escaped me, and I pushed my hand against the wall and loomed over him. “Sorry, I forgot it’s not a stick but a different man’s cock.”
By now, I had no idea why I was so angry. My rage might have originated from the way he’d left me in the middle of fucking nowhere, but now, it was a whole other thing that nearly made me choke. And speaking of choking, at the same time I wanted to yell at Shay-Lee, I also craved to have that pretty little neck of his under my grip. To watch those vengeful lips that kept yelling snarls at my face open up with a deep moan while his eyes, which now looked at me with spite and hurt, shut with unbelievable pleasure.
Shay-Lee might have gone too far today, but what he said earlier was true. It wasn’t like we hadn’t done fucked-up things to one another in the past. Frankly, this fight was just an excuse to be close to him again.
“I don’t want to fight, Shay-Lee,” I said, breaking into his ongoing swearing fest and bringing my hand to rest against his jaw.
He physically relaxed before forcing my hand away. “Well, too damn bad.” He pushed me aside, then snuck back into the dancing area.
Feeling like a complete fool, I went to follow him when I saw he’d already tracked down Jordan . And if watching Jordan wrapping an arm around Shay-Lee’s waist wasn’t enough of a middle finger to my face, Shay-Lee then decided to glance over his shoulder and lock eyes with me.
What. A. Brat.
The little devil was set on making me jealous by kissing Jordan. Did it work? Of course it fucking did. But to be fair, when it came to him, I was even jealous of the air he sucked into his lungs, so it wasn’t such a hard task. Still, I was sick and tired of this one-step-forward, two-steps-backward crap we’d been doing ever since I’d returned, and it was about time I stepped up .
Shay-Lee
“Where did you get that from?” I frowned at Jordan when he came back to my side with another cocktail.
Bringing the bamboo glass to his mouth, he moved the straw aside and took a big gulp before answering me. “A waiter brought it, and it’s delicious.” He licked his lips. “Wanna try?” He offered me the straw, and I shook my head.
“I’m good,” I said, bringing my eyes back to the dancing area, where Camilo had been dancing with some stupid supermodel for the last hour.
“Shame. It tastes really good, babe.”
I glanced at him with a small smile. “I’m glad you like it, but hold back on the drinks, yeah? We both know you’re not the best with alcohol.” To say the least. He usually got wasted after two drinks—three tops.
“You’re right, but this drink doesn’t affect me at all. It’s like drinking juice,” he laughed, then took another sip.
Well, if he enjoyed it, then whatever. We were on vacation, after all.
I returned my eyes to the floor, or in this case, sand, just as Camilo pressed that brunette whore to his body as if they were doing the fucking missionary. Don’t get me wrong, they looked hot, too hot , considering how half the people around watched them perform like it was fucking Broadway. Could I blame them? No. With the way Camilo moved his body, it was impossible not to stare. Every part of him followed the music to perfection, and when he lost his stupid shirt and began showing off his abs? Yeah, try not to stare at his body now . But then again, once a stripper, always a stripper, right?
Fuck no.
I hated myself for even thinking that shit because I did it just to spite him. So far, I had called him a whore one too many times, and it literally pained me to do it. But I couldn’t help myself. When it came to my anger, I was never one to communicate it in a healthy, respectful way. And despite all the shit Camilo forced me to go through, I might have gone overboard, just a little bit, when I made him jump off the boat. And now, he was teaching me a lesson. And he did that in a way he knew would hurt. Spinning the bitch around, he pressed her ass to his front and shoved her down before moving her slim body back up and swaying it with the music. He was so obviously trying to make me jealous, and it worked. It worked because I was a sucker for this idiotic man.
Did I deserve this humiliation after the stunt I pulled today? Most likely . Just like he said, I crossed the line. But at the time, it felt totally reasonable. But who the fuck was I to know reasonable? Back in high school, I thought breaking Andrei’s arm was a legitimate thing to do. I was a piece of shit, and being twenty-three now didn’t change that fact.
All my thoughts were cut off once Camilo grabbed that skank’s neck and brought her face way too fucking close to his. My eye twitched, and my blood boiled right before I grabbed Jordan by the collar of his shirt.
“Put that drink down,” I ordered him, and once he did, I yanked him to follow me to the dance area.
My bare feet sank with each step I took in the sand, which was annoying, but not nearly as much as having Camilo dry humping some bitch a few feet away from me.
“Oh, hey, Shay-Lee—”
“Not now, Jessie,” I barked at the moron before pushing him out of my way. I think he spilled the drink he was holding because Jordan tried to stop and help him, but I didn’t allow it. I was too fucking pissed.
“What’s gotten into you, babe?” Jordan asked after I pulled him to stand in front of me and forced his hands to my waist.
“I want to dance.” I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and began moving my hips to the music in the most sensual way I could manage. Getting the memo, Jordan mumbled something about how sexy I was before he began following my moves. He wasn’t a good dancer by any means, but he was hot, and that was enough for the moment.
I peeped over Jordan’s shoulder at where Camilo was, half expecting him to be looking back at me when he wasn’t. Instead, his face was shoved in that brunette’s neck while he softly moved her body with his. Rage spiked through me, and I yanked Jordan until our mouths collided in a brutal kiss, and I began molesting him in the middle of the dance floor. Thankfully, he went along with it as he fisted my hair in his hand and pulled me closer. I dared to open my eyes, feeling a small win when I caught Camilo staring at us. But the bastard didn’t seem mad or jealous. Instead, he seemed pleased. I somehow thought he’d march toward me and yank Jordan away, as he would have done in the past, but he didn’t. And why should he? We weren’t together.
Being the asshole that he was, Camilo gave me a dark smile before he grabbed that bitch’s hand and walked off the dance floor with her. Pulling my mouth from Jordan’s, I tried following them with my eyes until they disappeared. The second Camilo was out of my sight, I felt like a hole the size of a watermelon formed in my chest. Humiliation would be the best word to describe this feeling, and I wanted to cry for acting like such a fool. Instead, I swallowed back my pride and dropped my arms from around Jordan before walking back to the bar, where I ordered two shots, both for myself, so I’d have something to drown my sorrows with.
“Babe, is everything okay?” Jordan asked just as I downed the second shot.
Slamming the glass on the bar, I wiped my mouth while squeezing my eyes with the way the liquor burned down my throat.
Fuck .
“Yeah,” I rasped, shaking my head. “Felt too hot in there.” Not looking at Jordan, I signaled the bartender to give me two more shots when we were joined by unwanted company.
“It’s fucking hot out there,” an annoyingly sexy voice rasped, and I took a deep breath before slowly turning my head to see sexy, shirtless, sweaty Camilo stopping by my side.
“What’s up, Jordy?” he asked while ignoring me and high-fiving Jordan.
What. The. Hell.
“Aren’t you sick?” Jordan frowned after he’d been forced to take Camilo’s high five.
“Sick?” Camilo smirked, then walked past me.
“Yeah, Miles mentioned you had food poisoning or something.”
“Oh, that .” Camilo’s smirk turned into a smile before he patted Jordan’s chest. “ Nah . I took a good swim today that helped me feel much better.”
Clueless to Camilo’s attempt to mess with me, Jordan nodded. “That’s good to know.”
“Here,” Camilo suddenly said before he shoved the drink he was holding into Jordan’s hand. “I better not drink too much; I have a girl waiting.” He pointed over his shoulder with his thumb at the same girl he’d danced with the whole night. “Anyway, you two have a gorgeous evening.” With a wink and a grin, the motherfucker left, and I swore to God I was ready to break something.
“This is actually good,” Jordan hummed, and I turned to see him taking a sip from the stupid drink.
“Oh, for God’s sake,” I grunted, asking the lord for power because I was seriously losing it.