Candice held in her cough, clamping a hand over her mouth and spinning around to run.
Charlie had just started to push Jessica away when he caught the muffled sound of footsteps behind him. The yacht’s floor was carpeted, muffling most steps—but when someone ran, no carpet was thick enough to silence that.
He turned to look.
No one was there anymore.
“Charlie...”
Jessica, clearly drunk, cupped his face in her hands.
Charlie’s expression turned cold. He pulled her hands off and shoved her onto the couch.
“Jessica, if you act out again, I’ll throw you overboard.”
He wiped his jaw with the back of his hand—she’d nearly kissed him.
“I know you chose not to be with me because of Ollie. But he’s the one who likes me—how is that my fault? You just handed me over to him. Did you even ask
