by Pamela Ann
“Not me, I just want to relax,” I called out. I’d rather enjoy the view of the island and the sea from the yacht, thank you. Last night’s orgasmic events took a large toll on my body. Though sexually satiated, my body needed rest and I was more than happy to oblige that physical need.
The boys went kayaking and Lindsey was adamant about getting tanned, but she wanted to do it upfront on the deck—with the male crew about.
“You know Dimitris will not be pleased with that right? He’s Greek and them fellas are possessive with their ladylove.” I peered at her as we all took towels from the towel basket.
She rolled her eyes at me. “I’m not anyone’s woman. Who cares if he’s Greek? Greek or not, some men are just possessive. Let’s test this theory with Mister Bass Cole himself when he gets back. I can just see the dude blowing a gasket.” Lindsey was now speaking to Emma as we started to walk towards the front deck.
Emma groaned with annoyance. “I don’t care. Don’t pretend you two didn’t see that lingering onceover he gave Katarina. I confronted him about it. It’s petty, but hell jealousy totally sucks. He basically told me it was a natural reaction and I shouldn’t think any more of it. Bass is not the kind that cheats, I know that. It just sucks because I don’t have the right to be jealous, really. It’s not like we’re officially together or anything.”
Say what? “Uh, dude. What are you talking about? You and Bass are so on.” I immediately spouted out.
Lindsey stopped walking and spun around with a big frown on her face. “Not officially together? What the hell are you guys? Fuck buddies? Cause it sure doesn’t look like that to me.”
Emma bit her lip, her indicator when she was confused or not sure about something. “We started all of this with an agreement. We’re exclusive here in Greece and until we’re done filming, but we haven’t really spoken about any of it. It’s fine. I mean we still have a couple more months to go until the real world.”
If she was trying to convince herself, then she had a long way to go. Emma was obviously bothered by it, but she hadn’t brought the subject up to Bass. I wondered why. More importantly, I wondered if Carter had to do with her staying mum on the subject.
“You and Bass will be good, don’t worry. He’s crazy about you, Boo. Now come on, let’s get some sun and get drunk.” Lindsey gave her a bright smile before dragging us both to the deck.
After we climbed the short steps, the large, white polished expanse of the spot made the perfect location to sunbathe. “Sweet. I can actually see the guys from here.” I looked out onto the sea. The red kayaks looked like small dots from the deck.
“Will you stop checking out your stud muffin and lay out your towel already?” Lindsey yelled from behind me. “We get that you got laid woman, but being cock-struck is so not you.”
Emma laughed and smacked Lindsey’s ass with her bunched towel. “Oh, shut up, look who’s talking. I knocked on your door earlier, but you were too busy in the bathroom. I’m sure you spent more time scrubbing the tiles with your back than washing the dirt away.”
Lindsey busted out with a loud, high-pitched laugh. “Shit, fine I’m not even going to play embarrassed here. Trista and I forgot to tell you, though, that we saw you and Bass as he plowed you hard. That man’s ass was mighty fine.”
Emma was stunned, cheeks inflamed. Her blue eyes popped out of its sockets. “You didn’t! Oh my God! You guys are insane!”
“Oh, please! It’s great to know that the guy my friend is with is pretty talented. You like that nasty talk while you guys are doing the deed?” Lindsey glanced at her as she rolled her towel, both Emma and I followed in the opposite sides.
“Are you kidding me? That’s one of the hottest parts. Bass is insatiable. I think the day that he doesn’t touch me will clearly tell me that he’s done with me.” Emma looked out at the sea with a frown.
The girls were talking as my thoughts reverted back to last night. I was still in shock how Taylor and I progressed, but I wasn’t complaining. Monster Boss was pure dynamite.
“Seeing you look all dreamy and shit, so how is Taylor in the sack? The guy looks like he can throw down some serious punch.” Lindsey wiggled her eyebrows, grinning like an idiot.
“Let’s just say pretty boy is now Monster Boss. It’s that huge. Shit, I felt like I was being attacked and I was trapped. Like a true damsel, I had to surrender to it, you know.”
Emma stood up and sat next to me. “Good for you. What other way to go have fun with a guy like Taylor. Bass tells me that he’s a good guy. He also tells me that he takes women seriously. So, you’re in good hands.”
Good stud, I wanted to add, but we were distracted by multiple beeping sounds coming from Lindsey’s iPad. We both focused on Lindsey as she went through her messages. “What? Facebook and Twitter. I had to update about where we are, duh! Let’s pose and make Plastic Tits jealous.”
Cece, who else? “I fucking hate that skank,” Emma hissed at the mention of the woman who messed up her love life with Carter. Well, one of five, anyway.
Lindsey sat in between us and pointed the camera above us. “Come on. One, two, three say monster boss!” She took a few shots before she checked them out. “Damn, Emma’s boobies are huge and so are yours, Tris. Mine look off. It sucks that I’m in the land of big bosoms. Anyway, we look hot shizzle. I’m going to put a header like ‘New actress Emma Anderson sunbathing with her sexy tatertots.’ Okay, now there it goes.” Lindsey announced as she flipped the cover back and stashed it on the side.
Lindsey started cussing when her cellphone started shrilling. Emma and I stared at her while she picked up the call, pissed off. “What? I’m still alive and breathing. I haven’t been kidnapped.” She rolled her eyes. “Where am I? If you must know, I’m taking a major shit at the moment, with the runs and all.” Her face broke out with a grin and started laughing. “Seriously, you shouldn’t be watching movies like Taken if it turns you into a paranoid man.” She frowned again as she studied her nails. “I’m in Greece, not Turkey. Well I’m somewhere in the Aegean Sea on a yacht rented out by Bass.” Lindsey sighed. “Yes, she is. No, no. Come on! Dude! Fine, fine. But I think it’s completely stupid. Okay, gosh seriously, okay.” She then handed her phone to Emma, who looked stricken. “Carter.”
Emma’s neck muscles came out as she stared at the phone, frozen in time. She then looked at me and then to Lindsey.
Ah, shiznits. “You don’t have to…” I trailed off, knowing she had a lot of questions for Carter at the moment.
Well, I was caught by surprise when she actually took the phone and strode towards the tipping point of the deck before she finally took the call. Her back was to us, giving us a nice show of her electric blue bikini-clad body. Lindsey and I sat quietly, but we could barely hear anything from her. After five minutes, she finally walked back to us.
“What do I do with your brother, Lindsey?” Emma voiced out as she handed her phone back to her.
Lindsey sighed, shrugging. “He’s in love, apparently. I don’t know why he had to fuck up big time for him to realize just how much you meant to him. I told him that you’d moved on, Em, but he’s not listening. From what I’ve seen and heard, he’s not even screwing or seeing anyone. Now, that’s shocking. Guess he’s serious about this whole idea of winning you back.”
Emma shook her head and went to her towel. She sat there brooding.
If Lindsey ever found out how serious, I think she’d be shocked. That sapphire ring sealed the commitment aspect for me. If I were Emma, I’d be all messed up by now. Okay, Carter fucked-up, but when they were together, they were great, too. He was crazy about his Emma. The bigger question was how could a woman ever let go of someone like Bass? It didn’t matter if both men were still in that heart of hers because Bass clearly had to step-up and fucking claim her before they got back to LA, before Carter got a chance to weave his way in and break that barrier she had against him.
Lindsey was looking at her with concern. “He still affects
you.” She concluded as a statement, a fact, not a question. “Shit!”
I suddenly came to Emma’s defense. “They were together for a while and in love at that. Even if they broke up after that boathouse incident, they still made out a few times afterwards. That was what? Five weeks ago? I don’t blame her being affected by Carter. It’s natural to feel like that towards someone you love.”
Lindsey shook her head as she placed her sunglasses on. “I don’t know. We had this similar conversation before you went back to my brother, remember? You chose him over Bass. I want you to be happy, that’s all I care about. If you do think about it, just know that a man like Bass Cole will not take second rejection lightly. In a sense, Bass and I are alike in that department. I could just tell by the way he talks, his beliefs and how he treats people. He’s a great man, but he has limitations, Em. No matter how crazy you are about a person, without trust, that’s shit goes downhill pretty fast. Just be careful, okay?”
Emma nodded before responding. “Yeah, I will.”
Was that what happened with Brody? Must be. Lindsey seriously forbade us from ever speaking his name while on vacation. Yes, we were on a yacht on vacation and yet we were all so depressed. “Right, now that we got the bad doo-doo out of the way, can we have some fun now?” I threw my sunglasses at Lindsey.
She stuck a tongue at me and handed her iPad over. “Here, bust out some good beats while I go get those guys to make us some drinks and cater to us.”
I arched my brow at Emma when Lindsey left us. Emma simply smiled and started to untie the string from her back. She was on her chest with her eyes closed. “Good music, please,” she mumbled.
“Yes, missy.” The playlist I chose had Kesha, Maroon 5, Rihanna, LMFAO among others. We certainly needed upbeat songs to lift Emma’s spirits.
Chapter 16
Trista
Lindsey came back with the four, buff crewmen dressed in white cargo shorts and white, crewneck, cotton shirts. One of the men with brown hair and brown eyes held a tray of champagne flutes containing pink liquid topped with frothy pink stuff, while the second man had a tray of snacks. The third had stacks of towels and the fourth one had all types of lotions and oils in a silver bucket.
The guy with the champagne flutes came over and handed me one. “Strawberry bellini.” He then gave one to Emma before handing one to Lindsey.
“Trista, this is Jacques. He’s French and he’s going to be your masseuse.” Lindsey referred to the guy who handed us our drink. She sounded so blasé about it, like we did this on a daily basis.
Holy shit, Lindsey worked fast. Was this even allowed?
“Antonis and Gino here will take care of Emma.” She directed the two Greek men to Emma, whose eyes sparkled mischievously.
Yeah, who wouldn’t if you had two men to cater to you?
“I get Preston here.” Lindsey downed her drink and turned onto her stomach.
Was I the only one who was shy and hesitant here? Emma had her eyes closed as one of her men started to work on her hand, the other on her foot. “Do you want me to untie your bikini?” Jacques said in fluent English with a hotter-than-thou French accent. His hand was located on the tied strings on my spine.
“Sure, untie away,” I mumbled. It was somehow erotic when he applied the oil on my back and on my legs. My shyness dissolved as the Frenchman worked his magic on my back. Trust Lindsey to distract Emma in the most awesome way. Now, I couldn’t really blame rich housewives cheating on their husbands if you had guys like these at your beck and call.
To be quite honest, I think Lindsey’s plan was to rouse some emotion out of Bass. This was Lindsey’s vindictive, evil twin working. I was sure that the whole once-over Bass gave to that woman earlier was noted, especially since we knew the whole exotic brunette with an accent preference of his. The agreement Bass and Emma had bothered Lindsey. Then let’s not forget Dimitris. Lindsey meant well, but if I ever had confided about what I had gone through with Harry then, I don’t think he would’ve survived it. Since Lindsey lost her parents in that tragic accident, she held her friends close to her heart and went overboard to protect us sometimes. That’s Lindsey, passionate and feisty to the very core.
I was drifting in and out of sleep when I faintly heard Bass’s chatty voice from afar. I could hear footsteps drawing near, and so I twisted my head to the other side, away from where they were approaching. Bass was now on the stairs and Taylor was with him, talking. “Missed out on ice climbing last year, but this year is on. It’s a blast—What the hell Emma!”
Heck, I was way too curious not to watch Bass Cole lose it before my eyes, so I turned my head back to watch the action. Bass was shooting daggers at the guys who were touching Emma. When they tried to apologize and started to leave, Emma interrupted. “It’s fine Antonis and Gino, please continue.” The guys went back to kneading her shoulders and her thighs. She then spoke to the golden boy. “Bass, don’t be an ass. It’s only a massage. Think nothing of it. I’ll see you in a bit.”
My eyes flickered towards Taylor who simply shook his head and left the scene. Yeah, we were definitely involved at only a physical level; no more no less.
“If you want a massage then I will give you one.”
“Honestly, Bass two hands to four? I’m good.” Emma then turned her head away from him. It was a cue for Bass to leave her alone, but that gesture didn’t sway him.
Damn, she was beyond jealous with that Katarina woman.
“I’m giving you sixty seconds. If you don’t get up and wrap that towel around you, I’m going to haul your ass out of here, with or without that bikini top. I don’t think I deserve to suffer like this, Emma.”
And just like that! Emma dismissed the guys and went to tie her bikini back on. “You’re crazy, you know that? I was actually enjoying myself.”
Bass pulled her up and kissed her nose. “You have no idea how crazy I am about you.” He kissed her a few times before speaking again. “You knew one guy touching your thighs was enough to drive me insane, but add another who was massaging your back and the side of your boobs, well that was just asking for trouble.” Bass looked at us, shaking his head. “Pretty women with angelic smiles, those are the kind men need to watch out for.”
Lindsey snorted at that. “Angelic is never associated with me. I don’t know if I should be offended by that, or am I losing my touch?” She teased, smiling at Bass.
Emma let out a loud yawn. Bass held her hip then directed his eyes on me. “Want me to get Taylor?”
Um, why? I waved my finger at him and Emma. “Taylor and I aren’t like you guys. We’re just enjoying each other in a physical sense. Fuck buddies, plain and simple.”
Both the girls laughed at my crudeness, but Bass seemed confused. “Gotcha. See you ladies later.” Emma made another yawn. Without warning, Bass effortlessly plucked her off her feet with her head on his shoulder. “You’re tired, babe.”
Lindsey and I watched the blonde couple depart from our sight. “Yeah, he’s not going anywhere.” Lindsey and I agreed.
After another half an hour, we decided to leave and nap in our quarters. I borrowed Lindsey’s iPad to check on my funds and a few other things. Still with my bikini on, I sat on my bed and did what I had to do. After checking my bank account and sending an email to my father, I logged onto Facebook. I wanted to check Lindsey’s page and see what she’d been posting on there. As I suspected, her page was full of her in a bikini, her dancing with us, and the places she’d been to. What did surprise me, though, was that there were no pictures of Bass, Taylor and Dimitris—and that woman took tons of pictures. After going through my newsfeed, I paused and made a loud gasp. Becka, my cousin, had posted her ultrasound pictures. Meet our baby boy, Anthony! It said. I stared at those black and white pictures with anguish and a longing so powerful, powerful; I started to rock with sobs. Everything I had successfully pushed to the back of my mind was back in full, brutal force. Memories of my time with Harry, the pregnancy and the inevitable te
rmination then, sadly, back to my last conversation with Harry. My stomach felt like something was clawing at it, sucking the breath out of me, drawing me back into the arms of its darkness; welcoming me back with sick and twisted determination. “No more,” I cried out in vain.
It was gutting me alive, choking me until I was too weak to fight it. I curled up —eyes wide open with endless tears—staring blankly at the mirrored wall; truly seeing my shattered self for the first time. Look at you, get up and fight yourself out of this rut, Trista, my reflection urged me. How did one get out of their own their own shadowed shackles? “Harry… what have you done to me?” I said to myself.
After another ten minutes, I found the strength to go to the bathroom and splash my face with cold water. My eyes burned behind their sockets and, when I scanned my reflection, my eyes were bloodshot. Something happened when I surveyed my pathetic image. There was a hard spark in my eyes reminding me to move my butt in gear. It was as if I was jolted back to life and out of my depressing funk. I started pulling myself back together; some eye drops helped my eyes appear less noticeably red and I started to concentrate on my breathing. I willed myself to breathe deeply, one, two, three; repeating this a few times before I marched out of my room and down to Taylor’s door. I took a moment to make sure I was, in fact, composed now and then knocked a few times before I let myself inside.
Taylor was on his bed with his back to the headboard. His chest was bare and he only wore his black boxer-briefs with his laptop on his thighs, and he was typing away. A few moments passed before he managed to look up with a frosted gaze. “Yes?” he cuttingly asked before he went back to whatever it was he was working on.
I hadn’t anticipated this polar ice demeanor. “Are you busy?” It was a lame question because it was obvious to me that he was, but I wasn’t ready to leave. I needed to distract myself with him.
