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CHAPTER 1

Declan

“Declan, Declan”

My nao shorts, and I drop the rag I was using to wipe down the railings on the upper deck Rollingprocess of getting the 154-foot yacht, Helios, ready for its next clients, I close my eyes and tiltit up to my mouth

“Go for Declan,” I speak, depressing the talk button

I enjoy a few peaceful seconds of having the Caribbean sun on h to appreciate it, instead of racing all over this ship busting ht breeze cools ainst the side of the shipup at the ass crack of dawn this

Working on a yacht is the hardest job I’ve ever had inhours, shitty pay, dealing with rich, and sometimes famous, assholes who treat you like dirt while you wait on the but the best from his crew and rips you a new asshole if you can’t read hisa s stretches of ti in a bunk that’s sh school dra up and starting the process all over again when it’s tiroup of clients

Like I said, it’s the hardest job I’ve ever had, but it’s the best damn job there is How est luxury yachts and get to spend all their ti, and seeing the world? Besides, it’s not like I plan on being a little whipping bitch for these rich dicks forever I have a plan, and nothing is getting in the way of it

“I need you, Ashley, and Marcel down in the crewmy few minutes of peace

“Copy that,” I reply before clipping the radio back on my belt

I take aat the island of St Thomas from where we’re docked at the Crown Bay Marina, the view still ah I’ve been here a hundred times in the last four years that I’ve been a yachtie With one last deep breath, I head inside the ship, through the foralley, and take the narrow staircase down to the crew quarters Leaving the guest area of the ship and entering into the peasant, aka crew area is so pathetic you can’t help but laugh Where up top is filled with dark, shiny any wood, fancy couches, expensive artwork, bedrooms the size of a sypt or so, we eat, sleep, shit, shower and shave in a tiny h theh, and our artwork consists of hand-drawn dicks and tits thatall around our table nook to brighten things up down here

With an annoyed frown at all the opulence up top and the shit quarters the crew has, I vow for the hundredth time that when I’m the captain of my own yacht, I will make sure the crew is taken care of and not shit on all the time

Lost in thought as I stare atme past the crew bunks and into the crewtheir bunk We both let out an “Oof” and a few choice curse words Looking back and forth between the guy in front ofin his navy blue polo, and the bunk he just exited, I sigh and run h the already messy spikes of hair on my head

“Dude, how many times have I told you not to shit where you eat?”

Ben laughs softly, pulling the door to Jessica Miller, one of the three stewardess’ bunks, closed behind hi me a smirk

“Do you really expect me to remain celibate the entire five months of this charter season? That’s just inhuman,” he explains with a slow shake of his head

“No, I expect you to get your piece of ass off the ship, with locals or tourists, like a nor referee between you then shit goes south and she turns into a psycho,” I tell hi about her on the other side of the door

It’s not like I know Jessica all that well since she’s new to the crew this season and we’ve only been at it for three weeks She seeer to help wherever she’s needed—fresh out of college and wanting to see the world before she settles doith a landlocked career But Ioff with a co-worker several drunken ti for it They all see, and when you say, “This is just sex because we’ve been at sea for four months and we’re both really horny,” she assuet married and have babies and live happily-ever-after”

“Hey, it’s not my fault you fucked up when you were a newbie and screwed the Chief Stew And then did it again and again the last few charters you worked with her It’s also not e five clinger to your ass isn’t enough cause to get her fired Besides, Jessica gives theblow—”