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fun with you, and I can tell you’re nothing more than a slimy slutcrack so it won’t take long, he’s going to move onto the next one, and the next. Until he finally figures it out.”
    Figures what out? I wondered.
    “Sooner or later,” she sneered, “the game will get old for Christos, and he’ll end up with me, where he belongs. Not. You.” She jabbed her glass on her final words and champagne spilled over the rim.  
    The grim mask of despair on her face was horrid. I’d never seen her so ugly. Her sweaty drunkenness and smudged makeup made her look even worse. She scowled at me, but I detected more than anger brimming beneath her contorted features.
    It was obvious that frustrated desire was torturing Tiffany to her soul, but I didn’t think the anguish of unfulfilled love was what ate away at her. It was her greed, her lust for the one thing she couldn’t have.
    Not having Christos was killing her.
    Tiffany swayed lazily and a final dribble of champagne splashed onto her shoes. “You ruined my shoes, you boorish whore.”  
    Whore…
    I wasn’t going to let her get to me. Tiffany wasn’t going to take me back to my past.  
    Bitch. Slut. Whore…
    I was stronger than her. Tiffany was pathetic.  
    She curled her lips and said, “These Louboutins cost more than your car, you asscap. Get off my boat.”
    “What? We’re in the middle of the ocean!”
    “You heard me, get off my boat!” She lunged at me.
    I sidestepped.
    Tiffany stumbled into the handrail. “Oof!” She folded over the metal bar and almost went over edge.
    I grabbed for the back of her dress. “Tiffany! Watch out!” If I hadn’t caught her, she would’ve fallen and face-planted on the transom deck at the back of the yacht, eight feet below.
    “Let go of me, you cunt!” She spun around and slapped me in the face.
    CRACK!
    It sounded like a pistol shot. I reeled back, my face stinging. I imagined the red hand-print that would inevitably form on my cheek. I was mortified. Did this yacht have any lifeboats? I needed to abandon ship.
    Holding my hand to my cheek, I backed up a step and bumped into Madison. Romeo stood next to her.
    Madison gave me a sympathetic look. “I’m so sorry, Sam. You didn’t deserve that,” she consoled.
    “Thanks, Mads,” I whispered, still in shock.
    Romeo murmured under his breath. “That rabid vagina has no class, no matter how fancy her yacht is, or how much money she has.”
    Tiffany sagged against the railing. struggling to keep herself on her drunk-ass feet.
    Romeo patted my shoulder. “Forget about that uber goober.”
    Tiffany glared at him, then flexed her fingernails at me. She looked ready to lunge again.
    Madison stepped in front of me. “Relax, Tiffany. You’ve had way too much to drink.”
    Tiffany ignored Madison. Her sights were still laser-focused on me. She rocked unsteadily on her feet, either weighing the odds, or too drunk to punch.
    Madison balled her petite fists and growled, “Back off, Tiffany. I’m warning you.” Now she had Tiffany’s attention.
    “You’re no better than she is, stupid whore,” Tiffany hissed at Madison.
    “Is everything okay?” Christos said as he pedaled down the stairs from the top deck.
    Kamiko followed. “What happened, you guys?”
    “Uh…” I was speechless.
    Tiffany stopped in her tracks. The look of anguish that flashed across her face as she gazed at Christos almost broke my heart. Poor thing. But I was all done being compassionate with her. When someone tries to slice your eyes out, it’s time to give up on the goodwill and leave it at polite pity.
    Everyone surrounded Tiffany.  
    I felt like I was witnessing some sort of old-world shunning ceremony where everyone officially scorned the village shrew for taking things a step too far.
    Christos walked up to me and I wrapped my arms around his waist, holding onto him. He draped a protective arm over my shoulders.
    “What happened, Samantha?” Christos asked, taking in the