Page 57 of Dissolving Prejudice

“And yet, here you are.” I wrapped one arm around Levi’s slim shoulder while waving my other hand around us. “In fucking Thailand, baby.”

Andrei snorted under his breath while Jessie’s face turned serious, and he leaned closer. “It isn’t a scheme, Babydoll. We’re here to help Diesel chase his destiny.”

Levi’s brows pulled down as he scowled at Jessie. “Destiny?”

“Fuck yeah.” Jessie beamed. “Shay-Lee is D’s destiny, Babydoll. He’s his one true love, his ride or die, his fucking soulmate—”

“Eww, that’s so corny,” Levi interrupted before Jessie could go on with his monologue, which I was quite enjoying.

“It’s our job to help them reunite!” Jessie clapped his hands together, fire burning in his determined eyes.

“Fuck yeah!” I growled, then high-fived Jessie, who’d only gotten more excited.

Levi, of course, complained, while Andrei seemed to be on board.

“So you two will get Jordan away for a day?” I asked Jessie.

“Yep.” He smiled widely. “I’ll find a way to make him join us for a trip.”

Well, that would be a start, but I found it hard to believe that Shay-Lee would just fall into my arms with that idiot out for a few hours, especially after he’d been ignoring me ever since our short quality time in the airplane washroom.

“I still need to think of a way to convince Shay-Lee to be alone with me,” I said, scratching my jaw.

“You don’t think he’d agree to it?” Andrei frowned.

“No, man.” Leaning back on my arms, I sighed. “That stubborn bitch has been ignoring me since we got here. Ain’t no way he’ll come without a fight.”

Andrei turned to look ahead while biting his lip. That guy was clearly working his brain right now. “We can ask Miles for help. Other than you, he’s the closest to Shay-Lee.”

I snorted because what were the chances Miles would agree to help me? But once I realized everyone was staring at me, I sulked. “Wait, you were serious?”

Andrei nodded.

“I’m not asking that twink for help.”

Pulling his shoulders up, Andrei went back to tanning on his stupid sun lounger. “Suit yourself, man.”

“Can’t I just kidnap him?”

“No,” Levi muttered, and I rolled my eyes.

“Miles hates my guts. He’ll never help.”

“Who knows? If you ask nicely, he might do,” Andrei said, a hint of a smile on his lips.

He was enjoying this, which meant I was so screwed.

Walking around the resort with a cup made out of a half pineapple in my hand, it took me about an hour to find the French brat. At last, I saw him sitting in one of the beach restaurants with a plate of fries in front of him.

“Hey there, Miles,” I said with the most friendly voice I could manage after stopping next to him.

Miles glanced up from his phone for a quick second before going back to it. “What do you want?” he snarled, his fingers moving fast over the screen while he was typing.

Ugh. I hate him.

“I brought you a pineapple smoothie from the tiki bar. Andrei mentioned how much you loved those.” I sat in the chair beside him while pushing the drink his way.

Miles reached for his plate of fries and took one. “Is it poisoned?” He tilted his head in the direction of my peace-offering smoothie before he popped the fry in his mouth.