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“Not so much, she observed Charlie cooking.”
Charlie. Even her name does something to me now. I need to fuck the girl so I can forget about her.
“Earth to Cole.”
“What’s up?”
“The girls were talking about renting a boat this afternoon. They want to spend the day on the water.”
“That sounds good to me.”
“What sounds good to you?” Cam asks when we walk into the kitchen.
“Spending the day on the water.”
“We’re supposed to go back to the club later tonight, so this is the perfect opportunity for me to work on my tan.”
“Those guys are douchebags,” Tyler says, turning up his nose.
“You don’t even know them,” Charlie says, bringing plates over to the table.
“Neither do you,” I point out.
“As if you know every single girl that you sink your dick into,” Cam says, rolling her eyes.
“Those guys better not have sunk their dicks into anything,” I growl.
“Oh, they did, and it was amazing. You should have heard this one moaning at three o’clock in the morning,” Cam says, bumping her shoulder against Charlie’s.
She can’t be fucking serious. Did Charlie really leave the kitchen after letting me get a taste of her and fuck that guy?
“Cam,” she says, her cheeks turning red.
“Oh shit. Charlie did get laid.” Tyler grins.
I want to fucking murder him. I want to fucking murder Tyler and that douchebag that she brought home that got to fuck her. I should have just done it last night in the kitchen like I wanted to. Instead, I decided to play fucking games with her.
“You good, bro?” Cam asks, shaking me from my thoughts.
“Fucking perfect. I just lost my appetite. I’m gonna go grab my swim trunks and a T-shirt.” I get up from the table, shoving the chair under it.
“What’s his problem? Did his woman not put out last night?” Cam asks, grumbling under her breath.
All I can see is red. All I can think about is that guy with his hands and mouth all over Charlie, and I want to go find him and beat the shit out of him.
“Dude, are you good?” Tyler asks, stopping in my doorway.
“Yeah. I just feel like shit.”
“It has nothing to do with a certain brunette getting laid last night?” he asks, leaning against the doorframe.
“Fuck off, Tyler,” I grit out, and he laughs.
“Gotcha.” He taps his knuckle on the wood frame, laughing all the way down the hallway.
“Cole! Come on,” I hear Cam whine from the living room.
I walk out into the living room a couple of minutes later, finding everyone waiting on me.
