AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Ah. I just thought maybe that’s why he finally decided to get some use out of it. His papa used to take it out all the time.”
That was before my time working here, so thankfully I’ve only had to deal with watching Morgan prance around her floating throne four times in the last few years. Not that I’m counting.
But those are the times I miss, when Morgan King was just a buzz in the background and not a permanent pain in my ass. As soon as I was put on the football team, I registered on her radar. Maybe I should quit the team. At this point, my promise to Dustin will be easier to break than keeping the deal with Neil while playing. Either way, I already know I’m fucked.
“Not much longer, and I’ll be done.”
“Alrighty, Cade. I want you out of here within the hour though. We can see to the rest in the morning if need be.”
“Got it.”
Otis waves and heads up the dock. The hour passes quickly as I continue working on things, moving along the dock to straighten up. Is any of it necessary? No. But I’m not ready to go to Neil’s yet. Because when I look at him, all I can think about is what Lenny and the other assholes did to him. And I’m scared. I’m terrified that once the anger builds up more, I won’t be able to stop myself from pounding his fucking face in.
Glass breaking in the distance catches my attention. Motherfucker. She’s at it again. Morgan is perched on the side of her dad’s yacht, her feet dangling as she watches me approach.
“Get the fuck out of here. Now.”
Her head falls back as she laughs and brings a glass tumbler to her lips and drinks down the liquid in it. I can only guess it’s alcohol from the smell that is strong enough for me to get a whiff of. And if I had any doubt, her slurred speech clarifies the rest. “Ah, his feel-wings are still hurt.”
She’s drunk. Morgan King is spiraling, and I’m the target she’s about to unleash on.
“Morgan, just go home.” I turn to walk away as she giggles, which is another indicator she’s drunk.
“Don’t you want to use me a little first? Maybe take control and come in my mouth to make yourself feel a little better?”
When I move closer, I watch her stand and sway a bit. She’s gonna freaking fall off the yacht and drown. No one will believe that I didn’t do it. At least no one that knows what a miserable, suffocating creature she can be.
I step onto the yacht a few feet away from her but don’t make a move to touch her. “No. I just want to be done with all the bullshit. And I want the people I actually care about to stop getting hurt.”
Her chin is tilted down as she looks at me with innocent eyes. “What about me?” She goes to step to me but trips, and I reflexively reach out and steady her. She keeps her gaze locked with mine as she asks, “Don’t you care about me?” She pushes some loose hair out of her face. “You even made me breakfast. You started to make me feel things. Like we had a chance. Then you threw me away.” She’s not drunk, she’s wasted.
“Because you don’t care about anyone but yourself.”
“Well, you care too much.” She pouts and looks away. “Except about me.”
Her and Lenny were in the room alone before I got there. They could’ve easily plotted out the entire thing there. I mean, she claimed it was all her the next morning. “I know what happened to Neil. And even if you didn’t lift a finger to do the dirty work, I know that you had a hand in it.”
Her nose wrinkles up as she does her best to glare at me. “Fine. Keep your bestie and forget about me. Because Iha-ateyou.” She reaches down and grabs a clear bottle of alcohol and pours some in the tumbler but misses the glass. She fumbles with the bottle, and it slips out of her hands completely. The bottle hits the deck with a thud as it empties on what was a perfectly clean and freshly washed deck.
“Just fucking great,” I mumble under my breath and grab her arm to steady her as she clumsily stoops down to clean it up. “I’ll get it. Will you please let me take you home?”
Her silence worries me because I don’t want to have to fight her all night or explain to my boss why there’s booze all over the place. “Please, Morgan.”
“I still hate you.” Her low words hit a little more than they should.
“I still hate you too.”
She lets me help her off the yacht and onto the dock. We’re barely down to the pathway when she starts complaining and says she can walk by herself. So, I release her. She walks a few steps in front of me then stops, her arm clenches against her stomach and she holds up her hand for me to stop.
“Great. Another mess to clean up.”
There’s silence around us as she takes in a few deep gasps and stands without throwing up. We take one more step before she’s in front of me, her stomach pressed against mine as she gets on her tippy-toes and whispers, “Are you sure you hate me? Because you’re going out of your way to be extra nice to me… the evil tyrant who sets your world on fire.”
I shift back enough to see her cunning grin, her clear and sober tone registers faster than her words in my mind. Her steady steps alarm me as she takes one back then another. What the fuck? She’s completely sober. I’d let my guard down again. I knew better. Drunk or not, Morgan doesn’t have feelings and doesn’t show weakness.
“Oh, and if you didn’t want another mess, you should be more careful with your choice of words and that liquor.” She motions behind me.
“What?” I ask and look behind me. Flames. The fucking King yacht is on fire. And when I turn back to the monster in front of me, I know she lit the match.
