Wanted For Pleasure: vol 3

|21| Fight or flight

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"Yo!" Tate yells over everyone as we gather in the kitchen after picking rooms and settling in.

So much for a business trip, I think in my head as I look around the island and see everyone brought a plus one. By everyone, I mean Tate brought Jasmine for some reason, then Ben and Jake invited some discount hookers that are just excited to get on a yacht and stay in a lame ass lake house for a weekend.
Me, on the other hand, Morgan and I are a team. After I just went on a trip a few weeks ago and I have plans without her next weekend, I couldn't leave her alone. Plus, it was a nice little road trip - just the two of us. I'm happy she gets to see more of this state we've made home, just us and a clean slate. Nothing like last time.

All ready for the lake, we stand around, pregaming and listening to Tate go on about the so-called house rules.

"—Again, I am absolutely ecstatic that you sexy motherfuckers made it out here this weekend, but let's not forget why we're here..." Tate announces.

"Finally," I whisper under my breath to Morgan.

She excitedly squeezes my arm, waiting for the good news which is why we're here in the first place.

Tate pitched this to me only days ago. Honestly, I didn't know what to expect. With the lake and yacht involved, I thought for sure this would be all pleasure, no business, but, now I see that he can be somewhat of a businessman.

"TO SUCK AND FUCK AND GET HIGH OFF OUR ASSES!" Tate roars, making his legion of brainless followers buzz with excitement.

"To sucking and fucking and getting high off our asses!" Jasmine, Ben, Jake, and their dates all exclaim in cult-like fashion.

Morgan puts her full red SOLO cup down and looks up at me with disappointment. It's a mutual feeling.

"Everybody: to the yacht!" Tate leads the way.

Before he can get out of the door, though, I grab him by the collar of his tacky floral button down.

"Yo?" He laughs, prying my hands off of him.

"What the fuck, Tate? I thought we were discussing a deal?"

"What deal?" He shrugs.

I look between his eyes. "I don't know, man, you were supposed to tell me."

"Listen, brotha, there is no business, I just needed a reason to take the lake house and drive daddy's yacht. Think of it as an initiation ritual, we do this every year."

I can't believe this.

I pace with clenched fists. He's wasted my time and brought me out here to watch him and Jasmine suck face all weekend. Mostly, I feel bad for dragging Morgan out here, I know she much rather have alone time with me back at home or do some wedding planning since it's literally next month.

"I could kill you." I tell Tate, my hands on my hips to keep from punching him.

Tate laughs out loud and pretends he's going in for a kiss.

"No?" He says when I glare at him.

I shake my head in all seriousness and walk through the door to catch up to Morgan.

"What if blow you real quick?" He laughs, following me outside.