"He kissed you, and you didn’t think to tell me?" Larra asked, offended.
"But I already told you—now," Riley responded.
"Yeah, after twenty hours," Larra scoffed.
"Oh, come on. Don’t be dramatic."
"Huh, whatever. I already knew it yesterday," Larra smirked.
"Damn! How? Isn’t that why you put on a show yesterday?" Riley asked, confused.
"Haha. I have a third eye, darling," Larra said dramatically.
"And where is it? I want to pop it," Riley replied sarcastically.
"In my butt. You wanna see?" Larra said, turning sideways. Riley rolled her eyes, not wanting to waste her time.
Now, Larra and Riley were at their hotel’s beach, sunbathing. Riley had convinced Larra to join her for some sun time. Larra, feeling sleepy, changed into a bikini with a crocheted top and lay on a sun lounger beside Riley, who was rocking a new denim bikini. Larra couldn't initially understand why her cousin was so eager to sunbathe, but once they reached the beach, it became clear to her.
Tyler was trying hard to show off his muscles while playing volleyball with other hotel guests, while Ron peacefully slept on a lounger nearby.
"I knew something was on your mind," Larra said lazily.
"I don’t want to waste my dollars, darling," Riley replied, lowering her sunglasses and winking at her cousin. Larra rolled her eyes in response.
"And look at you. I thought you didn’t buy anything that day. You look hot with that crochet top over your bikini."
"I know," Larra replied smugly.
Tyler was in full-play mode, scoring more points than anyone on his team. With every serve, girls in various groups cheered him on. After taking a drink, he poured water over himself to cool down, and it ran from his face to his abs.
"Damn, Jenner! There’s a show going on for you," Larra remarked, lowering her sunglasses.
"Stop drooling over him. Just let him do his thing. I want to see how far he can go," Riley said, remaining relaxed on her sun lounger.
"At least let me eat, please. You aren’t eating, duh," Larra said, still checking out Tyler.
"McLaren, don’t even think about being dirty-minded around him," a possessive Riley said, suddenly sitting up.
"You’re no fun. Then give him some attention, señorita," Larra responded, feeling disappointed.
"Shut up and let me enjoy the show," Riley smirked.
"What on earth?" Riley suddenly jumped from her seat in shock. Larra looked at her, confused, and then at Tyler.
"Oops," Larra said, seeing Tyler in the sand with a girl in a bikini lying on him. They must have fallen during the game. Tyler looked uncomfortable, but the girl seemed to be enjoying the moment, as did Riley, who sent daggers at them, huffing in anger. As Tyler tried to get up, his hands slipped, and he fell back down with the girl on his chest.
That was it. Enough for Riley.
Murmuring under her breath, she grabbed her phone and hat, clearly annoyed, and stomped toward the hotel. Noticing this, Tyler managed to get up and saw Riley walking away.
"Shit!" He ran after her without saying anything to his co-players. Larra watched them with a mischievous smile and grabbed her phone to call Shirley.
"Hello?" Shirley answered, sounding sleepy.
"Get out of the room now," Larra said urgently.
"What?" Shirley’s voice indicated she was trying to comprehend what Larra was saying.
"Riley is coming there, and she's following Tyler."
"What?"
"Listen, I’ll explain later. Just get out of the room and let them in."
"But I want to sleep!" Shirley whined.
"You can sleep anytime, anywhere! In fact, you’re always sleeping. Now, get up and go outside—go anywhere!"
"Uhhh. I don’t want to get burned," Shirley complained.
"Stop whining like a child and do what I said. They are in a heated moment!"
"But where would I go? I don’t want to go out now."
"Then you said you wanted to see Jake. So go and meet him."
"But... fine," Shirley replied, irritation evident in her tone.
"Good girl, now take your stuff and get out," Larra said, ending the call with a smug smile.
The day was just beginning!
"Huh! Happy second night, darlings," Larra muttered to herself, giggling.
As she planned something for her cousin, she had no idea that someone else was plotting something for her too!
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"What does he think of himself? Is he some kind of Romeo? Showing off his body like a model to get the attention of every girl! Huff. Idiot. Such a pervert." Riley continued her rant, marching toward the hotel.
"He thinks I’ll be swayed by his antics. Huh. Never. I am Riley Jenner, the lady with no weak points!"
"That bastard. Idiot. Pervert."
"Jenner, wait!"
Riley turned around to see a concerned Tyler approaching her. Her anger flared, and she walked even faster.
"Just wait!" Tyler shouted from behind, but Riley didn’t stop.
"Oh, you’re here? Then take the key," Shirley said as she met Riley in the corridor and handed her the key.
"Where are you going?" Riley asked when she noticed her cousin was all dressed up.
"I’m going out to meet Jake."
"What? Jake?" Riley asked, her eyes widening in surprise.
Riley was already annoyed, and hearing about another idiot didn't help her situation.
"Yeah?"
"Don't you dare to cheat on Rayan, I am telling you" Riley said in a warning tone, taking Shirley off guard.
"Wha-"
"Jenner. Stop. Let me explain" Tyler approached them panting. Shirley opened her mouth, seeing the man with fewer clothes, fuelling Riley's annoyance. She huffed and rushed to open the door.
"Señorita"
"Don't call me that" Riley said without looking back, struggling with the room keys.
"Damn. Why isn't it opening?"
"Let me—" she began, but raised her hand to stop him, rejecting his offer of help. Tyler sighed in defeat and let her try. After a minute of fumbling, Riley managed to open the door and stepped into the room. Tyler quickly followed her inside, pushing the door just before she could lock it from the inside.
"What the hell do you think you’re doing?" Riley asked, irritation evident in her voice.
"Baby, please calm down," Tyler said as he tried to grab her hands, but Riley pushed him away.
"Don't you dare touch me?"
"That was an accident. I fell while playing, and she—"
"And she was enjoying it way too much!" Riley rolled her eyes.
"But I wasn’t," Tyler replied, clearly offended. Riley fell silent for a moment, meeting his gaze. He looked at her with his puppy-dog eyes, silently pleading for an apology. She softened for a brief second but quickly composed herself again.
"Of course you were. You were very entertaining for your viewers."
"But, you were also there" Tyler was offended again. Riley was taken aback for a moment.
"I.. I was.. I was there to take a sunbath. Didn't you see? Larra dragged me there" Riley tried to save her pride.
"But I saw you were dragging her to the beach," Tyler said, thinking.
"So what? Now what are you trying to say? Huh? Whatever. Get out of my room and entertain your fans. Go there" Riley acted tough and turned around to hide her embarrassed face. Tyler bit his lips to control his laughter.
"Okay. Fine. I'm going," Tyler said.
"Fine. Go," Riley replied, not turning back.
Tyler tiptoed to the door, locked it, and approached Riley. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, causing her to flinch.
"Ahh! What are you doing?" she exclaimed.
"Are you jealous, señorita?" he whispered in her ear, sending shivers down her spine.
"You’re jealous because someone else fell on me," Tyler teased, holding Riley in his arms. She didn’t even consider escaping his embrace.
"Why would I be?" Riley asked, trying to hide her blushing face from him.
"Exactly. Why would you be jealous of some random guy?" Tyler tightened his hold, pulling her even closer.
"You don't have to be jealous if someone hugs me, kisses me, or has s-"
Tyler couldn't complete his words; before that, Riley turned around to face him, her face burning with jealousy. She grabbed his jawbone possessively and pulled him closer to her. Their lips barely touched.
"Look, Mr.Tyler Beckham. If you wanna be mine, be mine only. Riley Jenner doesn't like sharing her favorites with others"
Tyler was taken aback by her sudden confession, their abnormal breathing, and their faces due to their proximity. The fire in Riley's eyes screamed how serious she was.
"Am I your favorite?" Tyler whispered, still in position.
"Do you have a doubt?" Riley asked seductively, eyeing his lips in between.
"Don't tease me, Jenner. I don't want you to regret anything more." Tyler attempted to free himself from her grasp; he felt conflicted about pulling her closer and claiming her.
"Who said we are gonna regret it?" Riley asked, circling her arms around his neck, a playful smirk danced on her lips, giving Tyler a green signal.
"Damn, Jenner," he doesn't think about before pulling her into a hungry kiss, making her weak on her knees within seconds, eventually letting go of her negative thoughts.
I am back after looooong time 😁and... Next chapter is something 🌚
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