I'm a celebrity, and my jerk brother dared me to go an allboys boarding

Im a celeb new chpter

Damian's POV:

I once again congratulated myself for having thought of such a clever and elaborate plan. Jordan and her "boyfriend" would never find out what would happen, and sooner or later, Jordan would be running back, crying into my arms.

I stretched out by the pool- and picked up one of the few "water guns" beside the pool to examine them. I was fascinated by these so called "water guns"- never in my life had I ever seen this device, and supposedly, they were used for entertaining purposes. They were plastic, and colourful, and I wondered what they could do. We had to use those guns for a scene later today, and before the scene, we would have a training lesson on how to use these "water guns". Truly, I was intrigued. Weren't guns supposed to be illegal? And they were letting minors use them now? Oh well, guess those are the perks of wealth, fame and status.

I slid back onto one of the plastic deck chairs provided and slipped on a pair of Armani sunglasses, getting ready to relax. As I was imagining Jordan in a sexy swimsuit, I heard fast furious steps coming towards my direction, and curious, I looked up. It was Jordan.

She hadn't gotten ready for the later scene yet, and thus was wearing an outfit from the earlier one-she wore a short designer baby doll dress, a pair of shorts, and stilettos-which looked like they were hard to walk in-Jordan was obviously not accustomed to wearing them, there was a wobble in her steps. Still, I had to admit, she looked gorgeous, with her long silky hair flaring out behind her. Obviously, if she wore that slinky bikini in my daydream, she would be much hotter, but she still looked hot right now-and when she came closer, I saw a scowl plastered on her face.

That's what bothered me so much. Jordan was such a b*tch to cheat on her own boyfriend, but even I couldn't deny the fact that even though she looked pissed as hell, she was still drop-dead gorgeous.

I stood up arrogantly, flipped off my sunglasses, and (feigning) put on a corcerned and worried look, asking her what was wrong. She got up right close to my face, and hissed angrily "You KNOW what you did."

Woah she found out. Beauty and brains-nice combination. Oh well back to plan B-deny.

I turned on my signature "Im-a-hottie-and-you-cant-deny-that" smile, and slowly removed my shirt to let her admire my toned abs. 'Cause yeah they're hot!

"Oh please", Jordan snorted, unimpressed, "Save the strip-fest for the whores. Now. EXPLAIN yourself before I resort to physical violence and abuse."

I smiled with what I hoped was sincerity, and oozed out concern, saying smoothly, "Jordan darling, there must be a misunderstanding. I have absolutely No idea what you're talking about! Maybe it's the stress and tension getting to you, you need to cool down-why don't I give you a back rub? You used to adore that!" I said, and made my way towards her.