“I can’t believe he’s messing with Ashley. In fact, I don’t want to believe it.”
“Me either.” Sighing, she pulled a notebook out of her bag. “Every morning and some nights, Tyson is always sneaking in the closet while I’m sleeping. A few times, I woke up to him doing something in there, but couldn’t figure out what.”
I grabbed the notebook. “Have you read any of these?”
Mia frowned. “Just the first few lines of one notebook. Tyson finished his shower before I could read more...so...I snuck them all away and left with you. Do you think I’m crazy?”
“No, I think you want to know the type of man you have had in your bed. He’s saying one thing but acting another way. That’s a problem. You have every right to be concerned.”
“You sound like my brother.”
“Good. That’s what I would’ve said to my sisters. Know who you spend time with, and frankly, every man you date should be guilty until proven innocent.”
“That’s harsh.”
“That’s life. Watch out for the red flags and do not excuse any man’s behavior. You are worth more than you know.”
My heart warmed. “I can’t imagine anyone bothering your sisters. You’re so loving and protecting.”
“Like any good brother should be.” I opened the notebook. “Do you mind if I read some of it?”
“No.” She scanned the area and scooted closer. “Do you mind reading it to me? I really want to know if he messed with Ashley or not. I texted her, but she hasn’t responded. In fact, we haven’t really talked in weeks. I figured something was up, but I was busy trying to get Tyson out of my place. Maybe, this notebook will give me some answers.”
“Are you sure you want all of those answers?”
She waited for a few seconds and then she nodded.
I flipped the notebook open and read Tyson’s filthy lies out loud, keeping my voice low enough for Mia to hear it without the couple in front of us catching my words.
7
Dirty Games
Tyson’s notebook
July 4th
I
don’t know when the games started. I just know I can’t stop. Ashley lets me do anything to her. At this point, I’m wondering if I can break her.
I guess it started on July Fourth. That’s why I dated it today.
Logan had pissed me off. He was happy when I knew my place, but when a brother had something to say, he lashed out like a slave master and sucker punched me.
Mr. High and Mighty.
Had we not been on his boat, I would’ve beat his ass.
But he wasn’t worth it.
The rest of the night, Logan hovered over Mia as if she was one of his sisters and needed protecting.
Meanwhile, Ashley was all alone on that boat, constantly staring at Logan like some love struck idiot. Anytime he said something, she laughed like someone was paying her. Even though half the time, he was telling the joke to Mia.
And Mia was so fucking oblivious.
Or did she know how much Logan craved her?
Probably.
Most bitches played innocent.
I’d left Logan and Mia cuddling at the top of the yacht and went down to sleep my tipsiness off.
But then I realized Ashley was alone too. Maybe she needed company? A shoulder to lay on? A cock to stuff in her mouth and make her forget about how no one was paying any attention to her.
Ashley lay down on the bed in her cabin.
I walked in and faked shock. “Sorry. I didn’t know you were in here. Do you mind?”
I pointed to the bathroom.
She yawned and slowly sat up. “No, that’s okay. Did the fireworks start? I hear booming.”
“Naw,” I lied. “The fireworks haven’t started yet.”
I held my cock over my jeans as it grew in my pants.
She stared at my hand and widened her eyes.
“Sorry. I’ve got to go bad. Let me take a leak.” I stumbled toward the bathroom, making a show of being drunk. I didn’t even close the door. I kept it wide open, pulled my jeans and boxers to my ankles, pulled my big cock out, and pointed it toward the toilet.
“Did you have a good sleep?” I turned to her as my piss did a direct aim into the toilet.
“Uh...yeah.” Ashley gazed at my cock, not even caring about what I was doing.
That was when I knew she was a nasty little bitch. She didn’t shy away.
Ashley looked intrigued.
Finishing, I shook my cock off, grabbed some tissue, dabbed at the tip, and threw it in the toilet.
“You’re a bold one,” she whispered.
“Am I?” I faced her with my cock still out, hard and jutting toward her. “We’re friends. What’s modesty to friends…?”
8
Onward and
Sun-bound!
Mia
Logan stopped reading from Tyson’s entry.
I felt like vomiting and tried to grab the notebook. “Why did you stop?”
Logan moved the notebook out of my reach. Anger blazed in Logan’s eyes. “What the fuck is wrong with him?”