Page 61 of Dissolving Prejudice

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“To my room,” I answered Miles with a yawn. “I want to catch some sleep—”

“Oh, hell no!” He grabbed my hand and began walking in the opposite direction of my suite. “It’s only the middle of the day.”

“Yeah, but it’s hot, and I’m tired,” I complained, dragging my feet so he’d walk slower.

“Well, suck it up ’cause I booked us a boat trip.”

That made me stop. “A what now?”

Turning to look at me, he clamped his hand on his waist. “A boat trip, Shay-Lee. You know, those things that float in the ocean?”

My jaw twitched. “I know what a fucking boat is, Miles. But why do we need to get on one?”

“’Cause we’re in Thailand,” he said while waving his hand around us. “Besides, I want you to take some photos of me so I can send them to Papa,” he said, then started walking again.

I rolled my eyes, because of course he did. “Didn’t you say something about working on our relationship?” I asked because, so far, the only work we had done was the deep-tissue massage we’d gotten.

“We have, haven’t we? Today felt just like the good old days.” He smiled at me, and I got a glint of his eyes that hid behind his sunglasses.

He had a point. It really did feel like one of those days we used to spend together as teens.

“Well, minus the part where I was obsessed with you,” I joked, and he laughed.

“Yep. Definitely without that part. Although, I can’t blame you. Have you seen me? I’m gorgeous.”

I bumped my shoulder with his, only for him to push me back. “Stop being so jealous,” he teased, then hooked his arm under my elbow.

“Jealous of you? Please. I’m way prettier.” I huffed, and he poked out his tongue.

Let’s just agree to disagree.

He suddenly chuckled. “When you think about it, how could we have ever worked as a couple?”

“To tell you the truth, Miley…” I made a dramatic pause before continuing. “I have no idea because I’d rather die than top you.”

Pursing his lips, he nodded. “Same.”

“By the way, I have a question for you,” he then said.

“What is it?”

Taking off his sunglasses, he eyed me intensely. “Just how big is Jordan?”

Not at all what I’d expected him to ask, I snorted. “I’m not talking about his dick with you.”

“Well, he can’t be bigger than Diesel, can he?” he laughed.

My eyes shot to his. “When the fuck have you seen his cock?”

Miles’s brows rose. “Oh, Diesel’s?” He elbowed me. “Don’t be jealous. I only got a glimpse by mistake back when we were in high school, and let me tell you something… I feel sorry for your ass.”

“Is that your way of telling me Andrei’s got a tiny dick?” I smirked, and he gasped.

“As if. My handsome man has the perfect cock. Thick, long, pink—” Miles paused when two old ladies crossed our way. Once they passed us, he went on. “He also knows how to use it, which is more important than anything.”

“Well, whatever.”