After Vincent healed me, I checked the time. It was about four am.

Vincent didn't want to touch me afterward. I feel so guilty for making him feel as if he hurt me like Derek did.

But I'm glad that he knows and acknowledges that he hurt me, but I wanted it. I didn't say gray.

Sure, I told him to stop, but that was only because the pleasure was too much, not the pain.

"Vincent." I tried to touch him, but he flinched. I noticed he was smoking; I didn't like that. It's not healthy. I sighed. "Vincent, please let me touch you, at least."

He blows a puff. "I don't think you understand. I might be overreacting, but I'm reminded of how much I hurt you every time I touch you. It's the mate shit punishing me for putting my pleasure over your life."

"Vincent, I'm right here! I didn't say gray!" I snapped.

"You think it cares about a stupid fucking word? Whether or not you said anything, I still used my power on you." Vincent blew another puff. "I can't fuck a human Vampire style... A'roya, you're only alive because your great grandma was a witch, a supernatural being. I could've fucking killed you."

"So you deliberately did that?"

"No, it came after. Being supernatural has its fucking cons. It came as a vision, a woman, telling me I was going to get punished for hurting my human mate."

"Well, fuck that woman. I enjoyed myself until after."

Vincent glared at me before walking away.

Make Vincent feel better; failed.

I'm not angry, sad, or frustrated. He only left to get me some medicine, but he realized he had damaged something in my stomach.

I'm not bout to be on an episode of Sex sent me to the ER.

All jokes aside, I'm grateful he healed me even though it had me crying like a bitch. He warned me, too. I don't see why he's taking the blame for something we both did.

I find all of this so embarrassing. I'm just gonna find a way to make him touch me.

•┈••✦ ❤ ✦••┈•

"Wow, I like yachts," Khascian said in awe.

Silas laughed. "Of course you do."

Khassy shoved him onto a seat, giggling when she actually managed to push him down. "Shut up, fool."

"You sounded so naive and stupid when you said that." Elora giggled, carrying Reagan.

I laughed and clasped my hands together as Khascian glared at Elora and me.

"Not too much on Khassy now." Phoebe scolded.

"For real." Khascian glared at Silas, Elora, and me.

I shrugged, about to lie on Vincent's chest, but he excused himself. Uh, no. This has got to stop; that was so embarrassing.

"Is he alright?" Silas asked.

I sighed. "Yup, it's just work stressing him out."

Silas obviously didn't believe he's a Vampire, but he went along. "I hope he's ok." Finnegan smiled softly.

I nodded. "He's great."

"It's giving loner," Jericho said.

I glared at him. "Oh, fuck off." I threw a towel at his face.

The workers on the yacht finished our drinks, and a fine, dark skin male with a chest tattoo and sculpted body walked over to me, placing my drink down. He looked familiar, but I don't know how?

I thanked him, but he didn't walk away. "A'roya?"

I furrowed my brows and looked at him well before my eyes bulged. "Oh my god, Jamal?!"

Khascian and Elora looked up from whatever they were doing. "Jamal?!"

I got up and hugged him, and Khassy and Elora followed suit. "Jamal, the class clown," Elora said, looking up and down at him in surprise.

"The three musketeers," Jamal smirked back.

Jamal was our class clown. Elora, Khassy, and I had all the same classes, and in each of our classes was Jamal, and he'd fool around in each class.

I wonder how he made it into GT English. He was always in trouble.

"Bye, I can't believe it's you! And in Jamaica?!"

Jamal shrugged. "I live here, going to school around here. This is my part-time job."

"Never would've expected that," I admitted.

Jamal scoffed. "Why is that?"

I shrugged. "You did nothing but be foolish."

"How many times did you get detention?" Elora asked.

"I don't know, thirty?"

Khascian gasped. "Oh my god, you should be in the Guinness world record."

"Who's this?" Silas, Reagan, and Finnegan walked up to us.

"Oh, hey, I'm Jamal, an old friend." Jamal casually said.

"This is Finnegan, my boyfriend, and his daughter, Reagan."

Jamal shook his hand. "Nice to meet you, cute kid."

Finnegan smiled widely. "Thanks."

Regan was asleep, but she was so cute.

"And this is Silas, my boyfriend."

Jamal also shook his hand. "Nice to meet you."

Silas smirked. "You too."

"So, you're the single one?" He asked.

I laughed as everyone else chuckled.

"I'm–"

"She's not single." A menacing voice spoke.

"Yea," I said, half expecting that. "That's mine, Vincent."

Vincent came into view with a glare, but Jamal still smiled. "Yo."

Vincent looked at Jamal's hand and ignored it. My eyes bulged at his rudeness.

"A'roya and I have something to do."

Phoebe and Jericho walk out from the inside of the Yacht. "What's going on?"

A lot, Phoebe, a lot.

•┈••✦ ❤ ✦••┈•

"Vincent, what is your problem?" I said when Vincent pulled me into our hotel room and slammed the door.

"Who the fuck is Jamal?"

"He–" I smirked. "He's my ex-boyfriend from high school."

Vincent fumed. "And you're talking to him because?"

I shrugged. "Because it's been a while. Plus, I was instantly reminded of how he fucked me good and well in the back of his car."

That wasn't true, Jamal had a crush on me, but I was too afraid to date him because of my mom.

Vincent grabbed my neck, pushing me against the wall. "Next time you make up a stupid fucking lie like this, I'll fuck you up; I mean it."

I placed my hands on his wrist. "I dare you."

Vincent looked taken aback by my answer, then furious, but all he did was let me go and walk out the door, slamming it.

Game on, Mr. Trancy, Game on.