Dressed like one of the family sluts, half-naked in a thong bikini and an even smaller top, Roxie walked away from me, swaying her hips from side to side and commanding the attention from even my most loyal men. I balled my hands into fists as Alessa claimed her spot beside me, and I called for Roxie to get back here. I didn’t want her walking around the yacht like that.
Before I could stop her, she smirked back at me and disappeared into a hallway that led to the upper-deck pool.
Alessa wrapped her arms around mine, her nails digging into my bicep. “I need to talk to you about some things,” she purred. “They’re important.”
“Get your f*****g hands off me,” I said through clenched teeth.
She pulled her arms away, crossing her legs and leaning against me with her t**s pressed against my
