Chapter 58


    “It’s kind of heartbreaking to watch him suffer … Unrequited love.” Richard breaks in, stifling a grimace


    as Daniel ps his back with a noisy ‘thwap’.


    “Fuck you. Both of you.” An annoyed tone and no smile.


    “You know when you know … Right?” Vincent throws a wink at Daniel too and three of the four men


    burst outughing, Daniel rolls his eyes and gives them the finger.


    “Tried so damn hard to let him down gently, he’s just too sensitive.” Jake ruffles Daniels hair yfully,


    chuckling at him.


    “I’ve caught him sobbing into his Hagen Das a few times when you stood him up, Jakey.” Richard


    shoves Daniel in the ribs yfully and they allugh at their friend.


    “He stole my Endless Love CD when you missed his birthday bashst year. Perfect crying anthems on


    there.” Le quips in, throwing a huge grin at Jake, yet avoiding Hunterpletely.


    “I swear to god, you guys better stop with this shit. Even if I was that way inclined, I wouldn’t jump


    Carrero’s bones. I know where he’s been, I have standards.” All of the men turn to Jake with eyebrow


    wiggles, and he only sneers at them.


    “Umm, I think I’ve way higher standards than any of you three.” He defends himself with a frown and a


    haughty tone.


    “Questionable.” Le throws him a disbelieving look. “But you’ve improved a lot.” She then smiles at


    me, concealing nothing. A big hearty, yful type of smile.


    “Leave her out of this.” Jake warns, squeezing me a little too tightly. I haven’t been able to help


    laughing along with all of them, but things just shifted tone and Jake feels suddenly tense. Mr.


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    “You know when you know, right?” Vincent smirks Jake’s way and I try and ignore the way all three


    men seem to look at Jake for a split, perfectly timed moment, all three with raised eyebrows and


    smirking expressions. Eerily unified.


    “Daniel certainly seems to think so.” Jake makes kissing noises, releases me to haul his friend into a


    head lock and ster his cheek with wet, noisy assaults.


    “Fuck off, you creep.” Daniel fights as everyone snorts inughter. Everyone except Marissa. Her


    straight faced, bitchy self has been observing with nothing but boredom this whole time, but she seems


    to change tactic as soon as the men settle down and Jakees back and puts his arm back around


    me. Back to his previous position.


    Marissa pouts at Jake sexily, and I bristle.


    Back off, Se?orita, get a grip and take a hint!


    “Admit it, you’ve been nning the Hunter-Carrero wedding since you were just a little girl. It’s kind of


    sweet really.” Jake prods Daniel with his beer bottle and receives two fingers on one hand and one on


    the other as a response.


    “You’re riding dangerously close to a Hunter free existence. Then we’ll see which dude is crying into his


    Hagen Das. We all know that Mr. Smooth Carrero. has the biggest man crush on me.” Daniel picks up


    a beer, mock throws his hair back like a woman and flutters his eyshes.


    “In your dreams, pretty boy. I’m hoping for a threesome with the twins.” Jake winks at Vincent and


    Richard who throw on matching “Eww” faces. Everyoneughs, even Marissa this time and then she


    goes and ruins the atmosphere by biting on her lip suggestively and making direct eye contact with


    Jake. She’s practically screaming, “Take me.” I hate her!


    I turn my head into his chest softly, unsure why I feel like I should be sending her messages. Jake just


    seems to adjust his hold, so I can move in andy my head against his neckfortably. His arm


    moving further around to amodate me, he switches his beer bottle to his left hand, so it hangs in


    front of me. His other takes my empty cocktail ss from me and puts it down. He doesn’t falter, just


    continues talking to his men folk as though my snuggling closer is the most natural thing in the world for


    us. I listen to the steady, strong thud of his heart under his shirt, enjoying the solid muscle under my


    cheek. None of the group seems to even acknowledge the way we are cuddled up together or the way


    he slides towards me to allow me to get even closer to his torso.


    Now they’re talking about some tripst summer I’ve not got any interest in as soon as I realize that


    Marissa had been there too and not with a beau in tow to upy her. Again, a look on her face aimed


    at Jake, and I assume its meaning is to rekindle a sexual memory.


    Had she been his hook up on that trip? God please, tell me no.


    I shake the thought away, nausea rising with a sharp pain in my heart. Gulping down my instant fury.


    The waitresses with a tray,ying down another round of drinks on the canopied table. Jake hands


    me a fresh cocktail with his free hand, his mouth lingering close to my temple longer than necessary as


    though he’s watching me, or simply feeling my hair against his face. Maybe I’m imagining it, but I like it.


    The gentle intimacy.


    The cocktail tastes amazing; I’ve no idea what he ordered for me this time, but it has a tropical coconut


    vor and I could drink it like juice. He has a knack for buying me drinks that I really like, always


    varying them so I don’t get sick of them. He knows me a little too well.


    He lets go of me as he bends down to look at a picture on Hunter’s cell, that he’s holding out, some


    past memory they’re all discussing, and I feel strangely lost. His sudden departure from my body and


    the realization that I was only happily listening into this group the way I was because of him. He always


    grounds me, makes mefortable, wherever we are, and I forget that I am out of ce.


    I tense as I clock Marissa gaze up at him with doe-eyed innocence and a suggestive part of the lips.


    She’s seriously ruining my calm. He pauses and locks her eye, before he turns his head to me with a


    quick smile and straightens back up, returning his arm around my shoulders. This time, though, he


    pulls me in tightly and kisses me on the side of my face quickly and firmly. I experience an instant rush


    of warmth and satisfaction at his touch and equally at Marissa’s frosty scowl. I guess he’s sending her


    a message, telling her to back off and I’m reaping the rewards. I can’t say I mind. d to be back in his


    arms, back to safe and warm.


    “You’re very quiet … Want to go back to the boat?” he asks softly, for my ears only. His eyes on mine,


    the restaurant around us fading away.


    “Yes, please, I’m so tired, it’s been a long day.” I smile faintly, but I know it should be, “I’m actually really


    drunk, and I’m probably going to fall over or pass out.” Truth is, I just want to get far away from Marissa


    and her silent messages across the table. She’s like a thorn I can’t pull out and I am so over her.


    “Oooh, party on the boat.” Le chants and jumps up, impressively bouncing her boobs while all male


    eyes immediately follow, and it causes me to dig Jake in the ribs. A mock “hey!” to get him to behave.


    He gives me an apologetic shrug and grin.


    Casanova Carrero, what will I do with you?


    Men and the inability to watch a decent cleavage, pass them by, even if it’s someone they are not


    screwing.


    ***


    As much as I wanted to go to bed, ory down, the full sway of my drunkenness hits me, fueling my


    desire to join the party. The lights on the deck glow beautifully in the dark and the thrum of music from


    speakers give it a romantic vibe. Le has a tray of cocktails and they look too good. It’s then I find out


    she spent one summer here as a barmaid and has a wealth of knowledge on tasty drinks. Despite a


    super-rich family, it seems Le is pretty self-sufficient at times. She loves nothing more than sharing


    anecdotes of her past experiences and she has a humorous way of reliving the past.


    “I should stop, I think I’ve had enough.” I try to reject Le’s push of another, now that I’m barely upright


    anymore, and should probably sit down. I’ve overdone it way more than I intended and now it’s dark


    and the boat is moving all around me as though we are on a stormy sea.


    “Hush now, we’re on vacation … Party, party, party!” She grins and tries once more with a sassy choice


    of a ss my way.


    “End upatose, or throwing up in my own shoes, you mean?” I sigh and sway, grabbing the rail for


    support.


    “Your loss, sweet cheeks.” She turns, shrugging to swing her impressive booty across toward Richard,


    with drinks in hand. A giggle as she saunters off.


    Jake is sprawled over one of the loungers and he’s been hitting the booze,zily watching us dance


    and chatter, asionally joining in the conversation. His manner is slightly more rxed than normal, if


    that is even possible, and despite seeming mostly okay, I can tell he’s in the top limits of his


    drunkenness.


    I wonder who’ll be putting whom to bed tonight, and it makes me snigger; he’s so inviting on the double


    lounger and I have the urge to curl up beside him and sleep right there.


    “Come, Bambino!” Jake’s eyes meet mine with a beckoning finger wiggle before he pats the lounger


    beside him suggestively. I aim to slide demurely to the bed next to him but end up sprawled over the


    top instead after connecting with a chair leg. Falling in the most ungraceful manner.