Suze's POV

I froze, and spun around.

"Paul?" I gasped. Jesse turned around too, and ran down the ramp, plopping down in the seat next to me.

"It's okay Rico, I'm not going to hurt your little querida." I could feel Jesse tensing up next to me. I settled my hand on top of his, I gently massaged his muscles in his hands, and he slowly relaxed.

"Paul, what are you doing here?" I asked, feeling my own body tensing up. I looked over at Jesse who gave me a small smile.

"Oh, I heard that you two love birds were trapped in a boat somewhere out here, and I thought that maybe I could come over here and give you a ride back to Carmel, or something if you don't mind." He smiled, that smile made chills go up my spine.

"Okay Paul." Jesse said with gritted teeth,

"What do you really want?" He smiled again.

"Exactly what I said Rico, now get in the boat." He jumped out of the little boat that I was sitting in and jumped into his incredible yacht. I mean, this thing was incredible. "Well Jesse, it is faster." I shrugged.

"Yes it is." He said, and with that he grabbed his bag and jumped onto the yacht, pulling me in too.

The yacht was pretty amazing. The deck itself looked like a cruise ship.

It had a hot tub built into it, and lots of pool chairs, all neat and having the initials PRS; Paul Robert Slater no doubt.

(A/N sorry, don't really know Paul's middle name, so just made it up. ) Jesse grabbed my hand when he saw the words

"Private do not disturb" sign on the wall.

I laughed, and walked forward, into the living room dining room area.

It was beautiful. It was a lot nicer then Paul's house, it was warm and cozy. It was inviting.

Something I thought that Paul would never be.

I thought that Paul was just someone who wanted you to love him and to think that he loved you just so he could get into your pants.

Maybe that was why I never fell for him.

Maybe that was what that "Private do not disturb" sign was for. Maybe Jesse had sensed something.

Now I'm just sounding scientific.

Star Wars like.

The kitchen was very nice, granite counter tops and bar stools lined with gold fabric. The bedroom was a little too bland, very white, no color.

"Paul." I said.

"Where are we going to sleep?" I asked.

"Well, this is my room, so you can't have it." He grinned,

"But you can have the bed downstairs." I raced out of the room, because I could swear that my heart was beating a million miles per second.

"Querida, what's wrong?" Jesse asked, as he caught up to me and grabbed onto my shoulders.

"Paul is up to something. He wants to get me. I'm scared." I whispered, wrapping my arms around him.

I sighed.

What was I thinking? I should have never said yes.

I shouldn't have listened to Jesse. Just then Paul came in, and I flew from Jesse's arms, my cheeks burning.

"Oh, by the way, I'm supposed to have company tonight." He said.

"Who?" Jesse asked, knowing I couldn't say anything.

"Kelly." He smiled, as she rounded the corner in a shirt with no bra on, I could tell you that and the shortest mini skirt I have ever seen.

"Hey Jess." She smiled, and waggled her fingers at him.

"Hey Suze." She groaned and dropped her fingers.

"Paulie here is going to make me a special dinner tonight, just the two of us." She said in her preppy talk, taking Paul by the hand.

"What are we supposed to eat?" Jesse demanded.

"Pizza." Paul responded almost automatically.

"There's some in the fridge." And with that, Kelly kissed Paul, and her gum reappeared in Paul's mouth.

"Later." Paul said, as he wrapped his arm around her waist and walked away.

Jesse's POV

Susannah was right, Paul just wants to get into your pants, or in Kelly's case her skirt. Susannah just very maturely stuck her tongue out at him, Kelly's hips swaying back and forth as they walked into his bedroom.

"Well Susannah, I don't think that they are going to come back out for anything, you hungry?" She eagerly nodded her head, and the boat bolted forward, causing Susannah to fall onto the hard tile floor, and me falling on top of her.

My back and bottom ached, but I managed to leap up off of her, pulling her up to me. "Susannah," I breathed, placing on of my hands on my back,

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Jesse, I think my arm is broken." She yelped.

Shoot.

I had just broken my fiancée's arm.

How was I going to live this down?

"Nombre De Dios, Susannah, I'm so sorry." I grabbed her off of the ground, and her arm was pushed the wrong way.

"You just dislocated it." I said, looking at her arm.

"I'm going to need to get Paul to tell me where the emergency kit is." I sighed, and sat her down in a chair, giving her an ice pack that I found in the freezer, and I swung open the door.

I gasped in shock. Paul was lying on top of Kelly, and her shirt was off.

Susannah WAS right.

"DE SILVA!" Paul screamed at me, jumping off of Kelly like she was the pavement on a hot summer day.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING BARGING INTO MY ROOM LIKE THIS WHEN YOU KNOW THAT I AM BUSY?" He screamed.

Oh, he's busy all right.

"I wanted to know where your first aid kit is." I said.

"Oh, Under the sink," He said, and he started making out with Kelly again.

I shut the door, but when I turned around, Susannah was gone.

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