Page 2 of Dr. Brandt
“Clearly,” I said, taking a gulp of my new drink.
“I’m not going to sit here while you say that I’m the dick in this situation. It was everyone’s idea to join me on the honeymoon that I paid for—no refunds—because she made me look like an asshole. Even her bridesmaids agreed that she handled it dirty. I mean, who stalks their fiancé like she did when she used her friend to catch me? Huh? Who does that to their future husband and then calls off the wedding?”
Jesus Christ. This mother fucker is delusional.
“A woman who doesn’t trust her man. Obviously, it was for a good reason. Listen,” I stirred the ice cubes in my glass with my cocktail straw, “I’ll keep my mouth shut about all of it if you make it clear to the married bridesmaids that they’re not allowed in my room. I would at least appreciate it if you can get the word out to the rest of your wedding party that I’m not fucking any of them.”
“So, now you’re suddenly a prude?”
I rolled my eyes. “They’re married and are here without their spouses. There were three of them in the span of one night who walked into my fucking room naked—drunk off their asses—and woke me up for some fun in paradise. I don’t roll that way.”
Instead of trying to negotiate my way out of being sexually assaulted all fucking night, I should’ve been at the front desk, begging for a private room. I’d pay for a broom closet if it meant I didn’t have to worry about someone grabbing my cock in the middle of the night.
“You’re being a stick-in-the-mud, Cam.”
“Well, I think the honeymoon is over for me,” I said dryly. “I’m out, man. I swear I’ll sleep in a fucking cabana if one of those bridesmaids comes into my room for the third goddamn night in a row.”
“Just chill.” He shook his head like I was the one who was being unreasonable. I was no choir boy, but I also didn’t like people in my space unless they were invited—and none of the people in that goddamn villa were invited. “I’ll take care of the hotties who came with me and my guys. It seems like you’re the only dick that’s shriveled up for the week, eh?”
“How about changing shit up for the final four days that we’re here? Instead of fucking every last married bridesmaid,” my eyes widened as I took my drink and stood from the barstool, “you can just go fuck yourself?”
I briskly nodded and bowed out. Maybe when I was a dumbass in my college days, I would’ve been down for this type of shit, but obviously, I’d grown up a little, and this wasn’t my game.
As I walked through the bar, fuck-me eyes were coming at me from all sides. A few of the bridesmaids were there from the villa—finally coming up for air, I guess—and it was almost like they were tracking me down. This vacation was fucking stressful. There was no way I was going to sleep with one eye open for the third night in a row.
“Cammy,” I heard Tania call out, one of the more aggressive, naked bridesmaids. “Cam!”
I kept walking, hoping she’d be distracted by someone else on her hot pursuit to me. When I glanced back at her, she flashed her tits at me, making me run head-on into someone.
“Fuck!” I growled, trying to steady the woman I’d nearly trampled into the sand. “Holy shit! Jessa?”
“Cameron Brandt?” she chuckled.
“Oh, my God.” I was in complete and utter shock.
I locked eyes with my stunning ex-girlfriend, and I couldn’t help but smile when her bright blue eyes glittered as she laughed. I shivered internally at the welcomed sight of this lovely woman. She was the one who got away—and she was right in front of me.
“You look terrified like someone is chasing you.” She smiled so sweetly as I stared in disbelief that I was looking into the eyes of the one woman I never stopped loving. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” I said in some foreign voice that I knew gave me away entirely. “This is quite a shock, running into you like this, and in Jamaica of all places…after all these years?”
An arm slipped around the back of my neck, bringing me back to my harsh reality. Fucking hell, how could I begin to explain this crazy-ass situation to the woman I’d crushed ten or more years ago? Why in God’s name did I ever leave this beautiful woman? What the fuck was I thinking?
“Baby, you left me,” Tania whined as she locked eyes on Jessa. “Who’s this? Don’t even think about it, girly. He’s mine.”
I wanted to throw the woman off me and catch up with Jessa, but I wasn’t sure I had the right. How would Jessa trust anything coming out of my mouth when I vowed to love her and never leave her—yet that’s precisely what I did.
Now, I was here with a drunk and married bridesmaid clinging onto me as if she and I were on our honeymoon, and I couldn’t think so long as my Jessa’s blue eyes were staring into mine.
“Is this your wife?” Jessa questioned with a smile, obviously eyeing the large rock on the woman’s left hand.
“No,” I quickly answered. “She’s married.”
“But she’s here with you?” Jessa looked at me like the dirty son of a bitch it appeared I was.
Tania stuck her tongue in my ear, and I nearly threw her to the ground. “Are you fucking serious?” I said to the married woman. “What the hell is wrong with all of you bridesmaids?”
“What?” Jessa looked at me with wide eyes, and I could only imagine what she was thinking from the smile on her face.
