Page 110 of HER SISTER

Within an hour, Mya had us all boarding a large yacht that she had arranged for us for the day.

Everyone was hype—from pre-gaming to filming cute Instagram stories and TikToks, it was safe to say that this trip would be going down in history.

Meanwhile, Mili seemed to be entirely mute with a strict stance and her arms crossed over her chest.

Her tensed toned arms were exposed by the two-piece bikini she now wore and her face managed to stay in the same neutral expression.

It wasn't hard to piece together her irritation even for everyone who wasn't a part of our conversation.

"Yo, Mi come take this shot with me," Ryder called out as he stood by the bar.

We were all spread out throughout the deck as we waited for departure—

Willow, Marco, and Cam were laid out near the edge of the deck.

Frankie and Damon were over by Ryder at the bar.

And Mya and Arielle were seated by me on the outdoor sectional.

Along with Mili who seemed to be anticipating my next move.

Yet, I hadn't really planned one quite yet.

"I'm good," Mili said, shaking her head to herself.

And I couldn't help the amusement that grew on my features.

Which easily earned Mili's attention back on me.

"You know what—" I suddenly stood from the sectional, "—I could go for a round," I called out as I walked over towards the bar.

Mya suddenly stood as well, "Then I'm down too," she said as Arielle stood up after her.

"Pour me up too then," Arielle said as we all stood by Ryder, Damon, and Frankie.

Ryder smiled, "Bet that," he said as he reached over the bar top to grab another bottle.

"We can pour those," a deeper voice called out, easily causing us all to turn around.

There stood two bartenders entering from the dock.

And I could easily recognize one of them to be the woman from last night.

Suddenly, I know what my next move is.

And clearly, Mili did too given that she suddenly stood from the couch.

Yet, I only ignored her presence which was suddenly verging toward me as I addressed the woman.

"I never got your name last night," I said to the woman.

Her jet-black curls were now pulled away from her sharp face and her emerald eyes seemed to pop with the mascara she wore.

It wasn't hard to determine that she was attractive, but still, she wasn't my type.

I clearly only had one type.

"I have to kill you if I tell you," the woman said as she walked behind the bar, clearly reiterating her words from last night.

And now that I was able to hear her voice so clearly, I could easily pinpoint her accent.

"I think it's worth it," I countered back with a raised brow, which easily earned a small smirk from the woman on the other side of the marble counter.

And out of the corner of my eye, I could easily feel Mili's very obvious stare on me.

"Aw guys," Mya suddenly called out as she motioned over to the dock, "They look really upset," she said, referring to the group of girls standing with bags and coolers in their hands.

It seemed like their yacht left without them—perhaps they were late to the pickup time or maybe got the days wrong?

Arielle pursed her lips, "Should we invite them onto our yacht?" she asked.

Frankie nodded a few times, "That would be fun."

Mili suddenly leaned away from the bar, "I'll go invite them over," she offered, and when her dark eyes locked with mine—

I knew exactly what game she was playing.

It was the one I had created.

Mya and Arielle suddenly looked over to me as Mili and Damon both exited the yacht onto the dock.

And with the way I clearly didn't care, my two best friends seemed to shrug it off.

"Back to your name," I suddenly said as I turned back to the bartender who was busy preparing mixed drinks.

The woman's lips drew up into an amused smile, "Desi," she finally entertained me.

I raised a slight brow, "Well, Desi, when do they give you breaks around here?" I asked as she passed me one of the drinks.

Desi's green eyes met mine, but before she could respond to my question—a sudden chatter managed to grow closer to the yacht, which easily caused me to turn around.

And low and behold—Damon and Mili walking back onto the yacht with the three girls by their side.

It was obvious that they were from Spain just by their features.

Two of the women were brunette and the other one was blonde.

"This is Maria and Beatriz—" Mili motioned from the one brunette with dark eyes and then over to the other brunette with lighter hazel eyes, "And this is—"

"Xiomara," The blonde woman introduced herself as her dark eyes scanned our group of friends.

Mya shot them all a grin, "Well, welcome to our yacht—what do you say we do some shots?" she questioned, which easily earned cheers from the newly introduced women.

Soon we were all taking a round of shots before switching over to the sweet mixed drinks that were being passed out.

The sky was perfectly blue and the water was glistening effortlessly under the harsh sun where the boat managed to remain anchored.

The ride out from the docks was so peaceful and smooth, and the sun seemed to keep me perfectly warm.

"The mango is definitely better," I determined as I sat the strawberry drink down.

Desi raised a brow as she leaned over the bar top with her stare pinpointed on me, "I feel like you're only saying that because I told you the strawberry whirlwind is a favorite."

I hummed with a small smile, "I like to be different," I murmured as I picked up the mango drink.

Desi smiled slightly as she leaned away from the bar top, "I don't think you can get much different than you already are," she countered back, and it wasn't hard to hear the flirting tone her voice had taken with me.

It was odd—

Typically I would've blushed or grown shy, but I seemingly didn't feel fazed.

Although the compliment was sweet.

I leaned my cheek against my fist, leaning my weight onto the bar top, "Well, I think you could use some work," I said, clearly joking with her.

Desi's brows shot up, "Oh really?" she questioned back, allowing her smile to grow as she grabbed more shot glasses to line up.

I hummed as I helped her arrange the glasses into a line, "Yeah, I could always help, you know?" I said, purposefully lowering my tone with insinuation.

However, before Desi could say anything else—

Our attention was cast over to the edge of the boat, hearing a squeal before a loud splash erupted.

I tilted my head as I took in the scene, noticing Mili laughing as she stood by the edge of the boat while the blonde woman named Xiomara managed to smile as she swam over to the ladder.

It was obvious that Mili had pushed her in, which is why she seemed to be laughing.

I watched as Xiomara called Mili over for help as she climbed the ladder, and as Mili made it over to her, I knew what the blonde woman was about to do next.

And my prediction was proven correct when she tugged Mili back into the water with her.

And as the two laughed in the beautiful sparkling water, it somehow felt like Mili was irritatingly winning whatever unsaid game had been dished out between us.

Especially since my attention was on her instead of vice versa.

Almost instantly, I zoned out of my thoughts when Mili's dark eyes suddenly darted away from Xiomara—

And over to me.

Her curly hair was perfectly wet and her face seemed to practically glow under the intense sun.

Tingles shot down my spine when Mili raised a slight brow.

It almost felt like she was saying—

Point for me.

And as Mili looked back to Xiomara, I knew I was supposed to resume my conversation with Desi.

I knew I had a game to win.

Yet, all I could do was watch, especially when Desi got called over by the other bartender for help.

I sat expressionless, watching how Mili's dark eyes remained precisely on the woman in front of her.

Or how she subtly helped re-tie her bathing suit top when Xiomara requested help.

Even as they got out of the water a few moments later—

Mili's skillful hands were on Xiomara, helping her rub in the sunscreen on her bronzed skin.

It was the way Mili's stare roamed down Xiomara's body as she carefully rubbed the sunscreen in...

How sensual her touch felt even to me.

I suddenly cleared my throat, shaking my head to myself as I glanced away from them—suddenly realizing how immersed I was.

And upon noticing that Desi still wasn't back, I managed to promptly stand from my chair, clearly needing a moment to myself.