The man stared at me as if I were some kind of rare species.

His eyes shot open and then he narrowed his eyes at me in curiosity. He didn't seem insulted in the least.

However, what made me blush in embarrassment is the fact that I had an outburst in front of Stephon. Now he'll want to know I knew his so-called acquaintance.

Yeah, right. Acquaintance my ass. I know a fuck buddy when I see one. I know they're fucking, that's probably how we got the passes to get on this yacht. To think this guy wanted to get in my ass makes me angry to the point that I wanted to punch his face in.

I just can't forget the way he tried to humiliate me all to stroke his huge ass ego. What a dick head.

"So you have a thing for college boys I see," I said with contempt, eyeing him up and down.

Stephon gasped and the man's facial expression shifted to confusion as he stared at me. "I'm sorry?"

Stephon interjected with a glare directed at me as he said, "Please excuse Asche, he had a long week of stress and he's had lack of sleep so he may behave out of character every now and again."

The truthfully spoken remark made me angrier because it was the embarrassing truth. But sleep isn't the reason why I'm behaving this way. It's this man and his audacious behavior that's causing me to malfunction.

"I am perfectly fine, Stephon and I had sufficient sleep today, thank you," I replied with a blush through gritted teeth, feeling tremendously embarrassed.

The man was about to say something when another person interrupted, "Falcon, why aren't you with Felicia and the other guests. We're all waiting for you."

The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and my heart dropped a thousand feet into my ass. Our backs were turned to him and I recognized that voice very clearly without seeing that person.

It's him.

We all swiveled to face him and when I did, my mouth dropped and my heart skipped a beat. Shit! It's really him!

He's like several fucking inches away from us, from me.

Obviously, he was astonished as well because he stopped in his tracks and stared at me with those captivating crimson eyes.

Yes, I said it. They're captivating, although it pains me to admit it. He stood clad in a perfectly tailored suit that molded well with his body. Under the finely-pressed suit, I imagined a body contoured with muscles, all toned and ready to flex as he pounded in my ass.

Wait, what the fuck!?

I mentally and physically shook my head to rid away my salacious thoughts. Why am I thinking about such perverted things right now?

This is Mr. Dick Almighty, all rude and conceited. Not attractive at all.

Yet, my cock jerked to life as I stared as if in a trance at his salivating-worthy masculine features. Fiery red hair, crimson eyes, and such lush lips that are so appealing to the eyes, that it makes me wanna cry in jealousy.

His face, oh his face...

It was perfectly proportioned as if he was a sculpture, so unreal, so...so magnificent.

I didn't realize I was staring hard and long until Stephon nudged me with his elbow in my side. I literally jumped and whipped my head to face him.

"You're staring at him for too long." He whispered from the corner of his mouth.

Once again I blushed and wished at that moment that I was a fish to dive into the sea and swim away, back to land from the embarrassment.

His footsteps ensued and I kept my eyes averted to the floor when he stopped in front of us.

"Are these friends of yours, Falcon?" His voice was silky-smooth as he spoke.

I felt his eyes were on me but I refused to connect my gaze with his. I wanted to get off of this boat but we were miles away from land by now.

"Well...yeah...I suppose..." Falcon replied with a glance towards us.

"Interesting. Would you care to join us in the dining area? They're serving roast lamb." His voice was compelling.

It was Stephon who spoke up. "That sounds lovely but before we do, I'd like to use the restroom, please. Can you direct me to it?"

"No problem. It's--"

"Do not trouble yourself, brother." Falcon quickly said. "I'll gladly show him where it's located. You can show little Asche to the dining area."

Brother!? Little Asche!?

What am I missing here? There's no wonder I mistook him for Mr. Dick Almighty, they're brothers!

I mentally facepalmed myself at my stupidity and obliviousness.

Before I could've recovered from my mistake and think fast, Falcon had already whisked Stephon away who gave me an apologetic backward glance.

I returned it with a horrified look before I slowly turned and faced him.

His hands were in his pants pockets as he stared at me looking all aristocratic and shit. A small smile tugged on his lips as his eyes feasted on me.

My mouth thinned and I rolled my eyes. "I'm not going in there with you."

"Then you wouldn't mind a detour." He replied, taking quick steps towards me and snatching my arm, taking me in the opposite direction.

I had no time to respond before he gripped my arm. His movements were swift; obviously catching me off guard.

I struggled to pull my arm from his grasp, throwing curse words at him as he tugged me along through a door that led into a room.

He threw me inside and shut the door, locking it.

I stumbled in and caught myself from falling.

"What the fuck! You asshole! Let me out of here!" I screamed, storming towards him to punch the fuck out of him.

He stood still as I reared my hand back to strike him but he agilely blocked my fist and twisted my arm. I hollered out in pain, falling to my knees.

His eyes were intense as he stared down at me. "You're not going anywhere until I get what I want and you know exactly what that is."

"Fuck you!" I spat.

"And fuck you I shall." A slow sultry smile peeled from his sinful lips.

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