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Forgoing my way back to the cottage, I sit in the sand and watch the stars. They’re so bright out here, making you feel like you’re in a totally different world.

When you live in or visit a place like Driftwood Bay, you become used to the surroundings, but coming back, I truly appreciate it for what it is.

Once my bottle of water is empty, I lug myself back up to the cottage, sand sticking to me, but loving the feel of it. Patting myself down, I beeline it for the blowup mattresses; it’s been a long two days, and I can feel everything hitting me. Laying thereenjoying the sounds of the ocean, I think of myself as someone who doesn’t think things through; I just do them. With how I left the first time and now here I am back. Am I impulsive? I truly don’t think I am, but maybe I am. Or I just want to save my heart and will do whatever I have to make sure it’s safe.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

August is back in Driftwood Bay; she’s been here for the last week. I’m not sure what her end goal is, but I make sure I keep my distance. My body knows she’s here, reacting to her vicinity, knowing she’s so damn close.

My text messages are so full that I’m finally forced to read them now that I have a minute to myself. Molly is out of town for a girls' weekend, and when she told me she was leaving for a few days, I felt like I could actually breathe. She’s been hovering around me since she heard about August. Watching my every move. Even though they have the upper hand on me, knowing I won’t risk my family for anything…even August.

Reading and clearing out my texts, I open one from a number I don’t recognize, which is about wanting more information on the storefront on Main Street. I bought it the first year August left, seeing potential for it when she returned, thinking of the future I still wanted with her. I’ve had so many opportunities to sell it, but it’s never felt right. So, I just keep a for-sale sign on it and tell people it’s just hard to sell…which it isn’t.

I returned with Molly, my new girlfriend, after spending time in a bigger city to get my feet wet in real estate. Applying at Mrs. William's business changed the trajectory of everything. Mollyremembered me, but I didn’t remember her. And that lit a fire under her ass, and she saw a challenge. Getting involved with the boss's daughter wasn’t my brightest move, but in the end, here I am, engaged to her with a burden on my shoulder and the reason I’ll say I do.

My father’s stroke forced me to come back, which I didn’t want to do, but I knew I had to, for them. And that’s when everything got heavy and things blurred.

I sit there, rereading the text message, finally deciding to reply. Thinking about the money, I could pay off some of the debt owed, getting my parents one more step closer to freedom from the web I essentially put them in.

Sorry for the late reply. The storefront is still available. Unfortunately, I don’t have a website, but I’ll be available tomorrow around ten if that works for you. The asking price is two hundred and fifty thousand. I’m not interested in renting it. Also, only looking to entertain serious buyers.

My finger hovers over the blue arrow to send, debating, but not letting myself think again; I send it. I can’t hold on to a dream that was meant to never be.

Here, taste this. August runs over to me, spatula out, with chocolate batter covering it.

Holding my tongue out, I swipe it across the metal, scooping the chocolate. My eyes closed, the rich flavor bursts in my mouth. “Mmm.” I moan out.

Opening them, she’s staring down at me, looking so excited. “It’s good?” August bounces on her toes, waiting for me to say yes. She’s been trying to perfect her great-grandmother’s chocolate cake recipe for weeks now, but there was always something off.

Pulling her to me by the hips, I sit her down on my lap. “You did it!” I excitedly tell her.

Her face beams with my approval. Before she licks the spatula for herself. The chocolate coats her pink tongue, the only invitation I need. “I think I need another taste to be sure.” Grabbing her chin, pulling her lips to me, she slips her chocolate-covered tongue into my mouth, and we eat the best-tasting chocolate we’ve ever had. Fixing herself, she straddles my lap, spatula still in hand, when she starts to grind on me, waking my dick. “Baby, your parents are out on the deck.” She smiles at me wickedly, chocolate on her bottom lip.

That doesn’t stop her; her grinding becomes faster, her pussy perfectly cocooning my swim short-covered dick, before she uses her free hand, pushing her bikini bottoms to the side, riding me.

“Come, Bohdi.” Her lip poking out, as the friction of her bare pussy sliding up and down my thinly covered dick does it for me.

“You first,” I tell her, pulling her bottom lip into my mouth, sucking on it and cleaning it of the chocolate. She moans and becomes feral, moving her hips faster, until she’s whispering my name, coming on me.

That’s my undoing, as I come in my swim shorts. Hot liquid spreading all around the head of my dick and up my shaft as her movements slow down.

Swallowing hard, I tilt my head back toward the sliding glass doors and can see the shadows of her parents, and I laugh like a maniac. Knowing Craig, her father would drown me in the ocean if he had walked in on that.

August hoisted herself from me, leaving my light blue swim shorts wet not only from my cum but from hers. Pulling in my lip, I watch her fix her bottoms, covering her pussy back up,while looking absolutely eternal with her sun-kissed face and dark hair flowing down her back.

I shake myself out of my memory, my dick hard and straining against my jeans just from thinking about her. Cupping my hand over my dick, I squeeze it hard, adjusting it and standing up. “Not happening,” I tell it, like it has a mind of its own.

My phone vibrates. Picking it up, the message confirming tomorrow to look at the store. I feel like I just lost my stomach, and I don’t know why. I can’t keep holding on to the past.

The past is what got me into the situation I’m in now. The past came back with a vengeance like the night it all changed.

Forcing myself to go to the main house to get files from Todd’s office for upcoming listings she wants me to update on the website. My whole walk over there, I’m silently hoping no one is there.

My hopes are answered when I walk in and no one is around. Making my way to the office, I spot the folders on the table in the middle of the office. Picking them up, there are only three.

Turning around to head out, I stop before I’m out of the door. My eyes scan the empty hall. Once I’m truly satisfied that no one is coming, I run to the filing cabinet in the corner, opening it and using my finger to glide over the tabs, looking for the one I’m interested in. I stop when it lands on Driftwood Marina. Yanking it out, I hurriedly flip through the pages, stopping when I get to an aerial view of the marina, including my parents' house and the thirty-three acres they have. Flipping to the next page, it’s the contract my parents signed, all because of me. I thought I was helping them, but I’ve only hindered them.

They needed money to pay for my father’s medical bills, living expenses, and everything else, since he couldn’t work and my mom was trying but failing to run the marina on her own.It took my father a year and a half to get to somewhat his normal self, but he’s still not there. And I don’t think he’ll ever be. He’ll always be a little slow in his steps, confused with daily tasks and not capable of fully running the marina on his own, again. So, they got a loan against the Marina and twelve acres, equating to what they were needing, which was four hundred thousand dollars.