When I say I'm going to slap Vincent, I mean it. He's been avoiding me, he talks to me, but as soon as I get close, he flinches and walks away.

Can he stop this nonsense?

He can't keep taking cold showers; he's gonna catch pneumonia...can he? I hope he does so he learns his fucking lesson.

But I have an idea. I'm going to go out with Jamal because Jamal wanted to go swimming with the dolphins...with me. I don't have feelings for Jamal; he's a fine-looking man, but Vincent is finer, plus he's my Pookie. All I need to do is push him, he told me to stay away from Jamal, but who gon stop me?

Only that dick.

Alright, lemme stop.

The point is, I realized that yesterday, he was angry that I told him Jamal had fucked me, and he grabbed my throat; it was sexy....or maybe I'm sick. Doesn't matter; if I go out with Jamal and then come back late and say that I've been with Jamal, he'll be furious.

It's a bad idea, but who gives a fuck.

I wore my cutest bikini because I want to come back in this and have Vincent be upset.

I texted Jamal, and yes, he gave me his number. He works at the resort, so I met him several times. I texted him, telling him I was on my way, then I texted Elora and Khascian a whole paragraph of what happened and what I was doing now before walking to the beach.

I saw Jamal on a boat, he smiled when he saw me, and I smiled back. "Hey, girl."

"Hey, Jamal," I said as he helped me onto the boat. "So, you know what you're doing?"

Jamal chuckled. "Yes, I do, A," he used to call me A back in high school, I didn't mind, but now I felt guilty. But I'm not backing down.

"Jamal, if those dolphins hurt me, Imma sue you."

"Don't worry, pretty girl, I got you."

"Alright, not too much now," I said, smiling as he gassed me up.

"Yes, too much. You look fine, A'roya. What happened to your mother? She back down on you?"

"Thank you, and no, my mother's still strict."

Jamal raised an eyebrow, driving the boat out. "How you pierce your nose and stomach."

I shrugged. "I'm twenty-six. I went with Vincent to get it done."

"Vincent, your man?" I nodded, and he chuckled. "You like white boys now?"

"Shut up," I chuckled. "Vincent is far from a boy."

"He look younger than all of us combined."

I gasped. "Jamal! He's literally thirty-two!"

"Goddamn, he's fucking old."

"Not too much now. He's my baby."

Jamal scoffed. "He's six years older than us; he finished high school way before we entered into high school."

"I don't have a problem with his age."

In reality, Vincent's fucking thirty-two hundred. He's been around the earth for three centuries. I really wouldn't care if Vincent was ten years older.

Jamal just nodded, not wanting to talk about Vincent anymore. "We here; you ready?" I nodded, taking a deep breath when I actually saw dolphins. I grabbed Jamal's hand as we both entered the water. "They're nice. I come here all the time."

"Really," I said shakily, wrapping my legs around Jamal's waist because, again, I can't float.

"Yes, really, baby girl, trust me." The dolphins started barking, nudging my skin as I yelped. "Calm down, pretty girl. They want to play with you." Jamal took my hand and placed it on a dolphin's nose. It nodded its head, barking before flipping into the water and splashing us.

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"It wasn't so bad," I said when we returned to the beach.

Jamal smiled. "Of course, but I thought your white boyfriend would've taken you. You know, this shit is usually what white people do."

I scoffed. "Is that so? Vincent doesn't really fit into white people's stereotypes. He doesn't do camping, and I'm sure he would hate it. He owns a cat that he fucking hates most of the time; to be honest, he doesn't really like anything but me."

"How you know he likes you?" Jamal said, walking closer to me.

"I know by how he acts towards me. He tells me every day he makes me happy."

"Then why you here, A? Shouldn't you be with him then?" Jamal said, annoyance slightly in his tone.

"Jamal, it's been a long time, we were close, so I wanted to spend time with you today."

"I liked you, you know," he admits, placing his hands on my arms.

"Yea, I know. I'm sorry we couldn't date back then."

"But we can now," he says, staring at my boobs for a while. "I still like you, and I can treat you better than any white man."

"I'm sorry–" Jamal pressed his lips onto mine, but I quickly pushed him away.

"What the fuck, Jamal? I love Vincent so much if you couldn't tell. I came here to spend time with an old friend, not to rekindle whatever crush we had on each other."

I did also come here to make Vincent jealous, but he doesn't need to know that. "Just let me taste you once."

I shook my head. "No, I don't condone cheating,"

"Break up with him."

I scoffed. "Ain't no fucking way, Jamal. Vincent's going to kill you if he finds out what you did."

Jamal stalked closer to me. "I dare some little boy to come to try to fight me. I'll beat his ass."

"Thanks for today, but I'm going to go–ah!" I yelped when Jamal grabbed me and kissed me again. I kneed him where the sun doesn't shine.

"Damn, fuck, I just wanted another kiss."

"I said no, and no means no, you dumbfuck!" I yelled before speed walking away.

Again, this was a bad idea.

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I sighed, walking into the hotel room. It's only eight pm. I skipped brunch and dinner for this shit... to make Vincent jealous.

"Where the fuck were you?" His baritone voice boomed as I jumped, yelping.

"Oh, hi, Vincent," I said, walking past him, not wanting to deal with his bullshit, but he pulled me back; I almost stumbled back onto my ass. "God fucking damn, Vincent, can you chill? I went swimming with the dolphins, with Jamal."

"I told you to say away from Jamal." He gritted out.

"And I didn't, and what?!" I said with attitude. "What are you going to do? You can't even touch me." I mocked, trying to rile him up.

"A'roya, don't fucking test me."

I rolled my eyes, watching his hands turn into fists.

"Why the fuck did it take so long if you went in the morning? What the fuck were you doing?"

"Fucking, we were fucking, like I told you, he fucked me in the backseat of his car ten years ago, and he fucked me in his boat today–ah, Vincent!" His hands latched onto my throat, pushing me up against the wall like yesterday.

"You wanna act like a slut? I'll treat you like one." Vincent said, his eyes black and full of anger.

"If you would fuck me better, I wouldn't have to act like one," I said, rolling my eyes again.

Vincent pulled me forward, smacking my ass so damn hard that I screamed on accident. "Ow, fuck."

"Touch your toes." He said.

I furrowed my brows. "What–"

"A'roya, don't piss me off anymore."

I rolled my eyes and did as he asked, but he smacked my ass again, I shifted, and that one hurt more. "Roll your eyes again, A'roya."

"I'm sorry, sir," I smirked.

Vincent ripped off my bikini, so now, I'm naked and touching my toes. I look so goofy. "Can you not–"

Vincent plunged into me from behind. "Keep touching your toes, don't move." He ordered as he hammered into it; he hadn't stopped once, thrusting, fucking me with so much force, he's angry, and he's fucking it into me.

"Oh fuck, Vincent, please." I moaned, my nails digging into my own feet as he pounded me, slamming into me and grinding himself against me, touching my cervix as I screamed for him. He grabbed my hips and pummeled me with small, fast, hard thrusts. My moans get louder and louder by the second.

"Oh fuck, I'm going to cum, please, Vincent. I want you so bad," I whined.

"But you fucked Jamal." He said with fake confusion.

"I–it was a lie, I swear–oh, please." I moaned, my eyes rolling back as he thrust specifically into my g-spot, smacking my ass.

"Put your hands on the wall." He instructed.

I did as he told me to, and he lifted the back of my thigh, beginning to fuck me at a deeper angle. My moans get caught up in my throat as he rammed his cock in and out of me.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I sobbed as I came hard, shaking in Vincent's arms as he continued to pound me, chasing his release, turning me around, lifting me up, pressing me against the wall, and fucking the shit out of me again. "Ah, Vincent, it's too–too much."

"And you're going to fucking take it like a good girl."

He pounded into my g-spot deliberately as I screamed, my toes curling from such pleasure. He spits on clit and starts to rub in fast, small circles, holding me with one hand as he hammered and rearranged my guts.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I won't lie again!" I squealed as I squirted, gasping for breath.

Vincent puts me down, steadying me. "On your knees, now."

I got on my knees; already knowing what to do, I put his dick in my mouth, pushing as far as I could go, which was barely halfway. Vincent pushed my head down, fucking my mouth as tears quickly rushed down my cheeks. He groaned when I hollowed my cheeks, sucking as hard as possible "Fuck,"

It was the first time I heard him speak during sex, besides him ordering me around.

He burst inside my mouth, taking me by surprise. Some spurted from my nose.

Vincent breathed heavily. "Fuck,"

I swallowed, wiping my nose and mouth as I got up and watched what Vincent would do. He grabbed my waist, pulling me close. "I don't want to see you near that fucking boy again."

I nodded as he kissed me again.

"I understand sir."

"I just got a fucking email talking about a restraining order put on me and you and a fucking court date. What the fuck is going on A'roya? Why the fuck is mother placing a fucking restraining order on us?!"