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“Look what happens when I leave it.” I gesture at him. “I get harassed.”

Ignoring me, he continues. “I also know how your pussy tastes after you come so hard you soak my hand from my middle finger to my wrist.” He presents said hand as evidence.

Watching Khaos drag one middle finger down the other turns my blood to liquid fire. Before he makes it across the palm, I drop down, lowering my head backward, underwater. I don’t need the reminder. I just hope…it didn’t taste bad.

Another tug on my ankle has my head catapulting out of the water.

“You gonna teach me how to swim or what?”

“I can’t. Not after…” I swipe down my heated face, then wave at Khaos.

“Me?” His chuckle is raspy. He’s not in pain at all. He’s enjoying this—flustering me.

“Yes. You. You’re the problem.”

“I could be the solution…if you’d let me.”

A moment passes as we regard one another.

I’m the first to speak, telling him, “I don’t need a solution.”

“No?”

“Uh-uh.”

“Where’s your boyfriend?”

“Working.”

“Where’s your mom?”

“Also working.”

“Where’s your dad?”

“Where’s yours?” I snap.

Snickering, he says, “Probably balls deep in your mo—”

This time I dive to the bottom of the pool where he can’t reach me. It’s only three feet here, so if he wanted to kick me or step on me, he could. I don’t think Khaos is the type though.

Why did I agree to this? This feels way more torturous than the herkies.

At least I’m not alone.

I’m not alone and I’m kinda, maybe, for the first time in a long time, having fun.

Determination zipping through my body, I surface.

“If I’m going to teach you, you can’t talk anymore.”

With a shit-eating grin, Khaos says, “Okay.”

I shake my head. Rule number one, broken.

“You have to do everything I say.”

“Okay.”