The Lies That Define Us (Us 2)

That fire that I loved so much blazed in her eyes. “I’m capable of keeping my hands to myself.” She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at me.

I chuckled. “Good. Besides, you have a separate bedroom in my suite.” I winked at her, enjoying the way her mouth fell and her brow wrinkled with irritation.

I fucking loved riling her.

The elevator chimed with a happy ding, and we stepped off on our floor. All our rooms were in the same section—I requested it that way—and the bellhop followed us down the hallway.

He unloaded everyone’s bags, except mine since I wanted to do it myself, into their rooms, and I tipped him generously before he left.

I entered my suite to find Ari walking around the central living room; the two rooms and respective bathrooms branched off of each side of the living space. There was also a fairly spacious kitchen, and a large balcony that overlooked the ocean.

Ari brushed the tips of her fingers against the white couch before taking a seat.

“So, this is how the rich travel?” she asked. She didn’t say the question rudely, in fact, she seemed to be holding in a laugh.

“Of course,” I replied, heading over to the refrigerator. I found it fully stocked with food and drinks, and grabbed each of us a bottle of water.

I took a seat in the chair beside the couch and handed her the extra bottle.

“Thanks.” She untwisted the cap and took a sip. “So…” she began hesitantly. “Cliff-jumping?”

My lips quirked into a half-smile. “You’ll love it. Trust me.”

She looked doubtful, but didn’t say anything. “When are we leaving?”

“Knowing Ollie?” I raised my brows. “Three, two—”

Right on time, there was a knock on the door followed by, “My bitches, where ya at?”

Ari pressed her lips together, but it was pointless. The laughter escaped her, and she clutched her stomach.

He banged at the door again.

“I wonder what he’ll do if I don’t answer?”

She wiped tears from her eyes. “Something tells me we don’t want to find out.”

“Li-am,” Ollie sang, drumming his hands together. “I’m here to give you your—” I ran and opened the door before he could finish that sentence. I didn’t want to know where he was going with that.

“I thought you’d never answer.” He sighed dramatically and his hands dropped at his sides.

“We need to change,” I explained. Ollie had somehow already changed into a pair of board shorts, sans shirt.

Ollie groaned. “You guys are so slow my grandma could ride a turtle and get done faster than you. And let me tell you, my grandma is a nice lady, but she’s the size of a bus.”

“Why don’t you go check on your pregnant girlfriend and see if this place has some Cheetos,” I suggested.

He nodded in agreement with a sly smile. “You’re always looking out for me. You’re so smart.”

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“Mhm, yeah dude.” I shut the door in his face and started toward the bedroom on the right.

Ari snickered from the couch. “You’re so rude.”

I snorted. “Tell me something I don’t know. Now go get changed. You’ll need to wear a bikini. Preferably something black. And skimpy.”

She rolled her eyes, her lips lifted into a smile. “And bossy too.” She stood from the couch and stretched her arms above her head. “I need ten minutes.”