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Julia

I can't believe my life right now. I thought Veronica was obsessed with Julius, but then I walked in on her and Micheal. Micheal's doing this to get back at me for telling him that he needs to be energetic during sex but using Julius's whore?

I just wanted someone to blame, and I blamed Julius. I'm not going back on it. I'm in too deep in bitch mode to turn back. And I'm still with Micheal, pretending not to have seen a thing. I feel like it's my fault that he cheated and the fact that I cheated first. He was there for me, and it melted my heart when he told me he'd take care of Julius's child if I were pregnant. I'm pathetic. I know. My mother made me that way.

Kind of hard to turn back.

Ares had told me that Julius was supposed to come back after a week, but he was doing the usual, fucking women, forgetting that he had told me that he'd never leave me.

At least Micheal hasn't left me.

The rest of them decided that we should go to a beach, so that's where we are right now. One thing about Julius is that he's rarely angry. The amount of times he's been disrespected is crazy. In that way, he's the opposite of his father, who told me to never again call him an uncle. But when he is angry...well, let's just say, no one's around him for that exact reason.

He's pissed, and it shows.

I caused it, I know.... I'm a terrible person. Maybe that's why he left.

I need to stop thinking badly about myself, so it's better if Julius and I are apart.

Cillian's also been in his own little world. He must've loved Delora so much because he doesn't want to do this. Not to mention, he's gone down a spiral of playing Fortnite from eight pm to seven thirty in the morning.

Thanks to Oakley and Penelope, I figured out the times he's been on. It seems like a constant cycle, the exact times every day.

"Babe, what are you thinking about?" Micheal brings me back to earth.

"Oh, nothing." I smiled it off.

He shrugs. "Well, I just want to apologize for being such a dickhead on the plane. If you want to be kinky, we can be kinky."

I nod, and he plants a kiss on my lips. I can practically feel the wrath of Julius's glare on me. "I'm going to take a quick swim, babe."

"Ok, have fun."

I did notice that Veronica and him are always ten feet apart, so maybe he does regret it.

"Hi," a soft voice interrupts my thoughts again. I look up. It's a woman with beautiful dark hair and big brown eyes.

Oh, look, another woman, probably about to ask who the fuck Julius is and if he's available.

"My name is Renata Carmen Ramirez–" She covers her mouth. "God, I don't know why I said my full name," she mumbles to herself. "I-I'm sorry, it's just, I saw you walk in here with, I don't know, your friends or family. But I wanted to ask who the big guy with the blonde hair, blue eyes, and tattoos was."

I sit up, and her eyes widen. "Is that your boyfriend?! Gosh, I'm so sorry–"

"No," I smile.

Big guy with blonde hair, blue eyes, and tattoos? I know exactly who that is.

"He's a family friend slash cousin. His name's Iskander. Just to warn you, no one knows his type. He keeps his non-existent love life private."

Renata nods. "So, I have a chance?"

"Yep," I smile. "Oh, and his hair is not naturally blonde. It was brown. He has a twin, but you can tell the difference. Different voices, personas, and hair lengths. Go shoot your shot."

Renata laughs unconfidently. "Could you, like, help?"

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"Hey, Iskander," I said, walking over to him with Renata.

He looks at me to say something when his dark blue eyes shift over to Renata in...confusion, not lust over her bikini, not interest, confusion. That's what this man's eyes are saying.

Oh my god, he's so dumb.

We've already tried men, too, to which he simply responded, I'm not interested in men.

So we asked if he was asexual. He said no, he's had sex...multiple times with women ten years ago.

Can he at least act like he's interested?

"This is my friend, Renata Ramirez." I introduced her.

Iskander stands up. "Hey."

Renata smiles. "Hi! It's nice meeting you!"

Iskander's a little startled by Renata's enthusiasm and happiness, but he nods. "Likewise."

Dry ass bitch.

"I must say, I really love your tattoos. Are you a tattoo artist?"

Iskander glances at me with a 'what the fuck is the point of this' look before responding to Renata. "No."

All of a sudden, Priscilla comes up and bumps into Renata, pushing her into Iskander's arms, and he catches her. "Oops," Priscilla winks at me before walking away.

"Iskander, don't you feel bad?" I asked.

Iskander glances at me with an 'are you serious bitch' look. "N–"

"Great, make Renata feel better with some dinner. I mean, look, her face is so red." It's the truth. Renata's face is as red as a tomato.

Iskander isn't all that...maybe that's just because he's like my cousin.

Iskander furrows his brows. "What–"

"That's a great idea," Ivan smirks, walking over to us. "She probably has a broken nose because of your hard-ass chest. Be a gentleman, Брат."(Brother)

Iskander narrows his eyes. "Не драматизируй."(Don't be dramatic)

Renata chuckles nervously. "I–"

"Come on, take her out." I wink.

Iskander, who at this point figured out what we were doing, was looking kind of pissed, but he agreed. "Fine."

Ivan and I fist bump. I make a mental note to thank Priscilla as well.

"Give me your phone number. I'll put it in his phone for you," Ivan says.

"Seven pm; Iskander will pick you up. He'll surprise you." I wink at her as she stands there with a stunned face.

In all twenty-five years of Iskander's life, he's never been on one date. Someone needs to get him out, so yes, we're eagerly setting him up with a random woman who expressed interest in him.

"Um, great, t-thank you. I appreciate it." Renata says quietly.

Renata gives her phone number to Ivan and says her goodbyes.

Oh, we're in trouble.

"What the fuck was that?" Iskander says in an eerily calm voice.

Ivan shrugs. "We got you a date. Even better than a hookup."

"Does it look like I was the least bit interested in her?"

"Just one date, Iskander, or are you afraid that you will like her?" I smirk teasingly.

Iskander scoffs. "Fine."

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"Well?" Penelope asks expectantly of Iskander.

Iskander blinks multiple times, trying to figure out what she's talking about.

"She means, how did it go with that girl?" Priscilla asks.

Iskander just shrugs, looking for a way out. "Why am I in a room with you ladies? Don't you have lady time or some shit?"

Victoria rolls her eyes, ignoring him. "She's cute. I hope you got that date."

I smirk. "Trust me, he did. That's the reason I called you ladies here." I sigh. "We need to find a place to send Iskander tonight and some appropriate clothes, not something dark and brooding. Also, his hair needs to look on point.

Iskander usually ties his hair in a messy bun because he lost rock, paper, and scissors to his brother and had to keep his hair long.

"This is unnecessary," Iskander grumbles.

"It's very necessary, frère." (Brother) Burgundy exclaims. "This is your first date. You have to treat her like a princess and act as her prince."

"I'd rather be the dragon."

"Don't be dramatic." Priscilla giggles. "Victoria and I will make sure you look perfect."

I smile. "Penelope and I will find a five-star restaurant."

"Please don't forget your wallet. We'll be spying, so don't ruin the date on purpose." Penelope scolds.

"Don't be embarrassing. Remember, you can't just not talk." Burgundy reminds him. "Oh, give me her name; I'll find out what her favorite color is."

"Renata Carmen Ramirez."

"Do not be stingy with your money. I'll personally slap the shit out of you if you ask her, 'isn't that too expensive?'" Victoria tries her best to mimic Iskander's voice.

Iskander groans. "This is too much work."

"You seem to forget that only you and Julius are single," Priscilla says nonchalantly. "Burgundy's excuse 'cause she's twelve. But even she has more experience."

"Julius has other whores to fuck, so we're not worried about him," I said a little too aggressively.

"You need a breather?" Priscilla whispers loudly.

I roll my eyes. "No, get to work, ladies."

After four hours of total glam time, we were finally done. It would've taken a lot less if Iskander wasn't so reluctant with everything.

His hair is gelled back, with a few strands on his forehead. I had Victoria fight Julius for one of his Armani suits, which fit Iskander well. Ivan gladly exposes himself for stealing Iskander's Italian-styled dressing shoes just for this occasion. And we found a place.

"Aw, I'm so proud of you. I remember when you were a baby." Priscilla coos, making Iskander narrow his eyes.

"Priscilla, if Oliver was here, would you say that?" Penelope asks, facepalming.

"No, and yes, fine, I don't remember when you were born, I was two, but it feels like yesterday when you were single."

Victoria shakes her head. "We'll be right behind you."

"Keep the earbud on, and don't ignore us. We'll advise you and listen in." Burgundy smiles. "And her favorite color's yellow."

"Don't be such a bitch." I smile. "The restaurant is named CEBO. It's expensive, so be prepared. We made reservations under your name."

"I'm so proud of myself." Ivan pretends to cry. "Look at me, setting my brother up for a lifetime of pussy."

"If your girlfriend heard that from your mouth, would you still be taken?" Victoria asks.

Ivan clears his throat. "I was joking."

Iskander just glares at all of us. "Let's get this over with."

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"Thanks for coming here with me." Iskander says stiffly.

Renata smiles. "Don't mention it. I'm glad to be here."

"Really?"

She nods. "For a second, I thought I was annoying you and going to back down, but I guess your cousin knows you a lot more than I do."

Trust me, he was really annoyed, but we all ignored him.

"How do you know Julia?"

No, I don't want him to know that she came to me with interest in him. Maybe we should've scripted Renata.

"Why is he going off script?" Victoria whispers.

We all shrug and hope for the best.

"I only just met her today. I saw her walk in with all of you, and I was kind of crushing on you. I asked her about you just to know if you weren't taken by anyone or her."

Iskander scoffs.

"Iskander, don't you dare," Burgundy says.

We're all panicking now. It hasn't been a minute.

"What? What is he going to do?" Priscilla asks.

"Look, Rennie?" He starts.

"Oh nah," Victoria facepalms.

"Renata."

"I find it extremely pathetic that you have a crush on me. This isn't middle school." Iskander says with a blank calm voice.

"Damn, the way he says it hurts me. I can't imagine what Renata's feeling." Priscilla frowns.

"No, for real. Where did this come from?" Penelope scoffs.

Victoria and I look at each other with hopelessness.

"What–"

"I never had an interest in you, nor will I ever. You having to go to my cousin to help also pisses me off. I suggest we seal this off as a one-time thing."

Renata's lip quivers, but she takes a deep breath. "My mistake, asshole." Renata gets up to leave, but Iskander grabs her arm and doesn't let go even after she glares at him.

"I find it very funny that you're upset. You never had a chance." Iskander sighs. "But, I'll pay for your food. It'll lessen the nagging from my cousins."

Renata drops her purse and slaps him hard, making us all jump.

"Damn, that's gotta hurt." Victoria winces.

"Let go of me." She sneers. "I regret ever even smiling at you. Estúpido, tonto, perra." (Stupid, dumb, bitch.)

"Period, as she should," Priscilla says.

"He's being such a dick."

"Guys, stop." Burgundy suddenly stands up. "Delora's here. She's coming after you, Iskander."

"Shit, Iskander, your first priority is Renata. Get out of there." 

Before you start hating on Julia, remember she does has things going on like every other human here.

Iskander and Renata?