All Chapters of Dump the Cheater, Go for the Hotter: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I glance over to the pool table where I see six girls in sexy clothing playing. I frown. More girls… Oh, thank God. They will help me. I just need to talk to them alone. Mac tightens his grip around my shoulders. I glance around the room and see approximately fifteen men. Some I recognize, some I don’t. None of them are at all surprised to see me here. They all know I am taken and they don’t care.What fucking kind of ship is this?He gets our drinks and takes them over to the dining table area and pulls a chair out for me. I sit down. I can feel the eyes on my back. He sits down opposite me and picks up his Coke.“You’re drinking Coke?” I ask. Every night this week he has come back to the room smelling of beer or Scotch. Why is tonight different?“I’m on call tonight,” he replies.“Oh.” I frown. I forget this is actually a job.My eyes roam to the girls playing pool and I can see them looking over and talking to each other. What are they saying? Are they going to help me?“Who are th

You are trying to stay alive here, not star in a Pirate of Penzance Porno. I know now why they call it cabin fever. I’m getting delusional.He stirs and I sit still. He grabs his dick and strokes a few times as he wakes up. Eventually, his sleepy eyes open and find me across the room.“What are you looking at?” He yawns with a stretch.“Nothing,” I reply.He casually gets up and strolls to the bathroom, butt naked. I stare at the floor so I can’t look and I hear him go to the toilet and then wash his hands. I wrap the blanket around myself protectively. I just wish he wasn’t so comfortable being naked around me.He comes back out and puts a pair of boxer shorts on. “Chelsea is going to come and get you and watch out for you at lunch today,” he tells me casually as he flicks the kettle on. “I’m working and won’t have time.”“She said she would be here about twelve.”I frown in question.“I called around and saw her on my way back here last night.” He makes the two cups of coffee.I sta

“Who, Mac?”I nod.She shrugs. “I don’t know. He keeps to himself, but when he first arrived—”“When was that?” I interrupt.She narrows her eyes as she thinks. “I don’t know. Maybe eight months ago.” She pauses as if contemplating telling me the next piece of info. “There was talk that he was an AWOL marine.”My eyes widen.“But I don’t know if that’s true because it came from Chelsea.” She leans in to whisper so nobody hears.I smirk. I like that she doesn’t trust Chelsea, either. “Go on,” I whisper.“Apparently one of the men told her he knows too much to have had the job he claimed to have had before he was here. Something doesn’t add up.”My eyes flicker to Chelsea as she walks up in front. “Does she…?” I don’t want to ask how often she sleeps with him, but she seems to understand what I am thinking anyway.“Not often,” she replies as she sits at the table. “Only very rarely and when we have been out at sea a long time.”I stand, unable to sit down. “Have you…?” I ask as my eyes

“Playing along already?” I whisper.He bites me and goosebumps scatter everywhere. “Just letting them know you’re mine,” he murmurs into my skin.Oh God. My eyes close as his lips skim the length of my neck, he feels…Hazy arousal starts to fog my brain and I panic. “I don’t think that’s what you mean at all,” I breathe.He pulls back to look at me and his dark eyes hold mine and he raises his eyebrow in question. “What’s that supposed to mean?”He’s not telling them, he’s telling me, and my damn body is agreeing. “Are you telling me that I belong to you or are you telling them I belong to you.”He grips me hard and brings me back to his body aggressively. “Let’s get one thing fucking straight here.”I swallow the lump in my throat and frown as a jolt of fear runs through me.He bends and whispers into my ear, “I don’t need to tell you you’re mine. I don’t care if you are, but I will not be played for a fucking fool. You’re getting a little self-righteous, Roshelle. It’s pissing me of

I walk around in the dark as I stare up at the containers. I run my hand along the hard metal end of a container. There are millions and millions of dollars of drugs on this ship.If my suspicions are correct, Mac knows exactly what drugs they are and what shipping containers they are kept in. I look back out over the water as I think.And now, unbeknown to him, so do I.Holy shit.Victim of circumstance or has opportunity knocked? The world works in weird ways and if everything that happens has a reason, what is the deeper message behind this?Why was I at that nightclub in the middle of nowhere on that particular night?Why did I see what I saw?Why this particular ship?Why him?I stare at the wall in the darkness as I troll the universe for answers. Unable to look at his hidden phone because I don’t know when he’s returning, I’m frustrated. Four hours have passed since I left him at the dining room and he hasn’t come looking for me. Maybe he doesn’t care what happens to me anymore