Only One Forever (Only One 8)

“Great,” Alex says. “Let’s do that tonight.”

We walk back into the villa after dinner as she walks to her bedroom. “We leave in ten minutes,” I say, and she ignores me and comes out two minutes later, changed out of shorts and a top. This time, she is wearing a long black skirt that goes to the floor, but when she walks, her legs come out of the two slits in the front. Her legs are long and tanned from all the time in the sun. The black tube top leaves her shoulders and arms bare and falling just a bit above the skirt, showing her toned stomach. My mouth hangs to the floor, and I don’t have a chance to say anything when the front door is opened, and Chase comes in wearing white pants and a pink shirt.

“Forget Thor,” I say. “You look like Aquaman.” I get up and look down at my shorts and T-shirt, not even caring what I look like. It’s not like I’m going to the bar to get anyone. My head isn’t even focused on anyone but Alex.

We walk out and take a couple of golf carts over to the bar. “Oh, it’s a tiki bar,” Alex says, getting out of the cart, her long legs making my cock semi-hard. I really need to get the fuck out of here. This was not a good idea. This is getting so out of control.

Walking into the bar, I look around in the dim lighting. The hostess smiles at us as we walk in, and we all decide we want to be by the bar. Tables are all around this little dance floor. The bar is at the back with ten empty stools in front of it. Most of the tables are taken as people laugh and eat. A little stage in the corner has a guy singing on it. Franny, Vivi, Julia, Jillian, and Alex all hit the bar first with Wilson, Chase, Michael, and myself behind them.

“My name is Scarlett. I’ll be your waitress,” she says, standing next to me, and I look at her confused as she bats her eyes at me. “If you need anything, let me know.” She walks away, and I look over at Chase, who slaps my shoulder.

“She wants your dick,” Chase says, and I look at Michael and Wilson, who just smirk and walk over to the bar. Both of them are sitting on the stools on the outside of the girls to box them in.

I hear Alex laughing and look over to see the bartender talking to her. His black shirt molds to his body, and he winks at her. My stomach forms knots as I walk over and pull out the stool in the middle of the girls. “What are we having?” I say, looking at the bartender.

“What is your specialty?” Alex asks him.

“I’ll have a beer,” I say to him, and he nods at me and goes to grab me a cold one. I have to get out of the way when the girls descend on the bartender to discuss shots. I move to the side of the bar, leaning on it next to Michael, who is still sitting down. Chase comes over and sits on the stool on the other side of me.

“Would you like something to eat?” Scarlett comes up to me, leaning a little too close to me.

“I’m good,” I say, and she walks away.

“I’m good also,” Chase says to the spot where Scarlett just left, making me laugh. Michael laughs, taking a pull from his own beer in his hand. “You shit on me about my looks and shit, but what about Tom Cruise over there?” He motions to the bartender, making us both laugh.

The bartender comes back with some drinks for the girls and then smiles at Alex a bit longer than he should be. My blood boils, and I’m so fucking irritated by this whole fucking place.

“How are we doing?” Scarlett says, and I don’t even look at her. Instead, I’m looking at Alex, who takes a sip of the drink, and her eyes open, meaning she loves it.

She takes another drink of it, and Julia moves over so I’m next to Alex now. “What do you have?” I ask. She holds out the drink for me, and I shake my head. “Try it.”

“It’s probably too fruity,” I reply, and she just smiles at me as she takes another sip of it.

“It’s so good,” she says, taking another sip. “Your loss.”

The bartender comes back over to us. “Can I get you something else?”

“We have our drinks,” I say. “We’ll let you know.” He nods at us and walks to Wilson, who sits with Franny. “Why is he always in front of us? There are other people here.”

“He’s doing his job,” Vivi states. “Let him do it.” I roll my eyes now.