I'm a big girl. I can handle a night of resistance. Besides, Colton has gone out of his way to make my life a living hell. Especially in the last few days since the whole pretending to drown thing. Let’s just say he’s a little put off that I was able to pull one over on him. He makes such a show of not caring, especially in public and when that facade was challenged, he wasn’t happy. Since then, it’s like he’s been Colton 2.0. Everything is more. More scowls, more hate, more taunts. I've never heard ‘the help’ or ‘Jade’ so much in my life.
Colton hates me, that much is clear, but there’s also a small part of him that cares and it drives him insane. He doesn’t know why he cares and quite frankly, I don’t know either, but it makes for great entertainment.
“There you are,” comes a familiar voice sailing high over the noise of the party. “I’ve been looking for you all night. No way did I expect you to be hiding out here.”
My eyes snap up from the textbook to Milo and take in the way he sways from left to right. “Dare I ask where you thought I was hiding?” I question. “And for the record, I’m not hiding out. I’m studying.”
Milo laughs, a real belly laugh that has him stumbling forward and wobbling by the side of the pool. “Keep lying to yourself, babe,” he says, striding toward me. “You’re hiding out so bad that you might as well climb in the closet with me. It’s a tight fit in there, but I can make some room. Rent ain’t cheap though.”
I roll my eyes as he collects the textbook and drops it onto the floor then promptly steals its spot on the end of the sunbed. “Do you mind? I was reading that.”
“No you weren’t,” he scoffs. “But just to be clear, I thought you were more exciting than this. I checked all the upstairs bedrooms, hoping to find you in the middle of a gangbang sandwich. When I couldn’t find you, I thought maybe you’d be handcuffed to your bed and was stuck. I only came down here because it was my last option and I’m sorry to tell you, babe, but finding you sulking out here with absolutely no dicks flying around your face is really killing my Ocean Munroe is a bad bitch vibe.”
My brows pinch. “I am not sulking.”
“You’re right. You’re not sulking. You’re butthurt and jealous.”
“You better take that back before I give you a gangbang sandwich with my fist, then trust me, you’ll be the one butthurt.”
A crooked smile stretches across his face and my eyes are rolling before he even gets a word out. A lousy chuckle pulls from within before a hiccup comes up and surprises us both. “Damn, Ocean. You know, I think I might have had just enough to drink to let you try it, but serious question though”, he says, leaning forward and taking my hand. His thumb runs over the top of my hand before curling my fingers into a fist. “How soft are your hands and just how pointy are your knuckles?”
I tear my hand out of his grip and scrunch my face as I glare. “Stay away from my hands, you creepy perv.”
Milo shrugs his shoulders. “Then don’t offer to shove them up my ass. Now hurry up, I need you at this party so I can finally start enjoying myself. You’re my entertainment, you know that, right?”
I shake my head. “I’m really not feeling a party right now. I’d rather just stay here.”
“Stay here and mope? God, you’re so boring. When a man adopts a girl from the hood, she’s supposed to be fucking wild. You’re letting me down, Ocean. You’re giving all the girls from Broken Flats a bad name.”
“It’s Breakers Flats,” I say with a snobby groan.
“I don’t care if it’s Pervert Hills, you’re coming to party with me. I’ll keep you away from Carrington, pour shots down your throat, and encourage bad decisions. Besides, Jude is already passed out and Spencer is finger fucking some skank from BSP in the spa.”
I raise a brow. Why do I want to see that so bad?
My eyes slide up to meet Milo’s, and on seeing those big puppy dog eyes and pleasing smile, I cave. “Fine, but just know, if he comes at me, I’m not holding back.”