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It’s honestly men. That’s all it is. They have no sense of discretion or emotions and are really just fucking idiots. Seriously.
“What the hell?” Easton barks.
“Dude.” Jackson moans.
By the time Easton responds, we’re too far up the beach to the hotel that I can’t hear his response.
“Don’t listen to him. He’s so damn dense sometimes.” Rose sighs.
“I’m not mad. I’m … I just fucking hate this, Rose. I hate being pregnant. I never feel good and I feel really uncomfortable and this just isn’t fun, at all.” I cry. “And I feel like a damn whale.”
Rose wraps her arms around me and gives me a hug. “Please stop. Just stop. Let’s go and have a good time tonight. Forget about the pregnancy and Easton and everything else. Let’s get looking hot so we can piss the guys off even more, okay?”
“Okay.”
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“No.”Both Easton and Jackson say at the same time.
Rose looks over at me with a sly look on her face. Looking back towards Easton, she gives him a pitiful look. “Sorry, no can do.”
He scowls. “What do you mean,no can do? You absolutely can. Go change,now.” He points towards our suitcases and turns towards Jackson. “I need a cigarette. You comin’?”
Jackson stares at me. Stareshard. “Why the fuck are you wearin’ that?”
Rose was dead serious when she said she was having us wear something sexy tonight. Rose is wearing a crop top with black leather shorts and black pumps. Out of the clothes Rose gave me, she picked out a black jean skirt and a white ribbed top that molds to my curves. Both the skirt and the shorts are way too short and both the tops are way too tight, but they still look good.
I might feel like a whale, but looking in the mirror, I look hot. Smoking. Pregnancy has made my ass fill out and my breasts grow, and I look good.Really good. Even the top somehow makes my baby bump look more flattering instead of unflattering.
“Why not?” I shrug, picking lint off my skirt.
He narrows his eyes. “I’m just wondering… are you trying to piss me off? Is there something I’m not getting here?”
“No, why?” I play dumb, my voice light and airy against his rough and feral tone.
“Quit playing stupid, Cara. Trying to find some dick tonight? Cause I can guarantee, any dick that goes near you gets torn off with my bare hands.” He lifts his hands up, and my coy smile falls flat.
“Why do you have to get all creepy like that?” I plant my hands on my hips, watching from the corner of my eyes as Rose rolls her eyes and steps on the balcony after Easton.
“I’m notgetting allanything. You let any man step within a foot of you.” He points to me, “Or it.” He points to my stomach. “I’m ripping the guy’s cock off and shoving it down his throat.”
I walk up to him and pat him on the chest, looking a lot more confident than I’m feeling. “Okay, tough guy. Let’s go.”
I walk away, and he snaps my wrist up in his grip and hauls me towards him. I fall against his chest and look up into his possessive eyes. His grip is tight around my wrist and I don’t think he has any intention of letting go. “I really don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“And I think it’s laughable that you think any guy will come anywhere near me looking like this. It’s a waste of energy to fight right now. Either you let me wear this or I’m staying here.”
“Come on, Jackson! Let the girl go and move it!” Rose barks from the doorway. I glance over at her and see Easton standing behind her with a pissed off look on his face.
Jackson releases my wrist, and I rub it with my free hand. “I’m not changing.” I whisper to him.
He brings his thumb up and brushes my lips. Leaning in, he breathes in my ear. “You really are trouble, you little fucking menace. It’s their funeral.” He presses his lips against mine in a kiss that steals my breath. I lean in for more, but he’s already gone, spinning on his heels and walking out the door.
My eyes flutter open, and I see Rose still standing in the doorway. Her eyes are wide, and his jaw is unhinged, hanging in utter shock.
“Girl, you aresofucked.”
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