Never once thinking that my girl Mila…
Would make me regret those words that felt so right at the time.
Chapter 2
—Leo—
Present time
“Can you please hurry up and finish unpacking?” I begged, laying on Mila’s bed in the house we rented with the guys.
It was a five-bedroom waterfront property right on the beach, with an infinity pool, hot tub, and a full staff to cook for us whenever we wanted. I wouldn’t even have to try to get laid. All I had to do was find a girl on the beach, point to where we were staying, and panties would be dropping in a second.
For the next week, we were living the good life in Cancun thanks to my parents. It was part of their graduation present for me. In a few short months, we’d be graduating from college and I’d start interning at my old man’s company.
Since the day I was born, my life was set out for me.
“Lala, I’m growing old here. Why must you unpack right when we get to places? I mean it’s not going anywhere. Your shit will still be right there in your suitcase in the morning. I promise.”
“I’m not a disgusting man-boy like you guys are. I need order in my life. Thank God there’s a maid here to help clean up after you and your herd of women.”
Cain walked into her bedroom, pointing toward her balcony. “There’s a herd of women tanning topless on the beach as you speak, Mila.” He grinned, only looking at her. “So, do we get to see your tits this trip too?”
“I hear when they are topless they are called a flock…” She cocked her head to the side. “Or maybe that’s geese? I always get them confused.”
“Or we could just call them pussy,” Ashton added, walking in, going straight to the balcony to see the tits on display.
Sawyer leaned against the doorframe, giving his two cents. “I prefer wet pussy, thank you.”
Mila shook her head. With a smile on her face, she nodded to Cain. “I do appreciate you recognize I have tits, but not enough to share them with you and the rest of spring break crowd.”
“You’re such a downer, Mila. You need to let those puppies breathe, you know? Give them a spin around the dance floor, let them bring all the boys to your yard.”
She shook her head at Cain again. “I do just fine without having to show my chest, but thanks for your concern. I’ll take that into consideration ummmm… never.”
I laughed, standing up. “All right, I’m dragging you out of this room, Mila. You can unpack later or tomorrow, or God forbid, not do it all.”
“Leo—”
“I know, I know, the travesty.”
“Hey!” Ashton clapped his hands. “I have an idea. Let’s all take Viagra and rock out with our cocks out.”
“What?” I replied, jerking back.
“Viagra. You know that pill that makes you stay hard for—”
“I know what it is, dipshit.”
“Well.” He threw one in his mouth. “You got four hours to get white girl wasted and still fuck like a God.”
Her eyes went wide, and Ashton shook his head.
“Don’t judge me, selfish titties. I’m not here for a long time, I’m here for a good time, and I know how whiskey dick can really fuck up a vibe. I’m here to party and I’m just looking out for my boy. He needs to perform, and he needs to do a damn good job at it. I have a reputation to uphold.”
“Oh. My. God,” Mila exclaimed. “What did I sign up for?”
I grinned, winking at her. Speaking the truth, “The best time of your life, Lala.”
—Mila—
Later that night, we stood at the bar ordering drinks until I saw this girl walk by that I knew was Leo’s type.
Batter up.
“Wow.” I stood in front of her. “I seriously love your top. Where did you get it?”
“Oh, thanks.” She smiled. “I’ve had it forever.”
“It looks amazing on you. I’m Mila by the way and this is my friend, Leo.”
They locked eyes.
Leo was sitting on the barstool with his elbows leaning against the bar, staring at her as if she was the only woman in the room. It was an expression I recognized all too often, and it was always mind-blowing how these chicks just ate it up like no man had ever gazed at them like he did in that very moment.
It was pitiful.
Truly, utterly, pitiful.
She never stood a chance.
“Hi.” She extended out her hand. “I’m Mattie.”
“I know who you are, baby.”
She giggled, hearing the term of endearment.
Barf.
He called all his conquests baby. They thought he was being sweet when in reality he already forgot her name. Actually… I don’t even think he paid attention to what she just said, he was too busy thinking about what she’d look like when she was riding his dick.
“Buy me a drink?”