twisted Hate extensions.

Josh

"For SCUBA DIVING" I announce.

"Woah! I don't know why I didn't guess that before?"

"Guess,What?" I ask with confusion.

Jules narrows her eyes and peek up to me. "You want to murder me and make it look like an accident."

I  snicker and press her  into my side.
"In case you keep forgetting it" tuck her red hair that is looking almost coppery in the sunlight.

"I'm a doctor. I can prescribe meds."
I lean down and whisper, my warm breath fanning at her earshell slowly, her whole body shudder due to our sudden proximity. "Which can cause slow and  painful death and no court can condemn it."

Jules doesn't miss the challenge, trying to level up a little she sinks further in me her hands clutching my coller.
Someone far away watching us might think we are hugging.

But, her voice goes all sinister and low  when she speaks and her lips almost touching my throat.

Now I'm losing it.

"Are you poisoning my foods. Josh?"

" What if I'm. Will you leave me. Red? Are you gonna slit my throat in sleep? Huh!!."

"Nahh! I'll  rather eat poisoned food than cook. However,You are already stucked with me so, I have an eternity to make your life a living hell." She release  my coller and brushes off the non existing dust from my shoulders.

I peck her hair and smile.
"As if you are not my personal hell. already."

My hand rests on her hip and other slips in pant's pocket.

Now, We are watching the same scene happening in front of us.
The blonde man trying hard to keep a conversation with the brunette.

From my guess.
Maybe a clingy ex or the man who fucked up now grovelling.
Anyways appears interesting.

Bom dia!” Our diving instructor interrupts the awkward
tension and approaches us with a toothy grin. He looked like
one of those twenty-somethings who spent their days stoned or
surfing.

“I’m Ignacio, your diving instructor today. It’s our
beginner’s course, so it’ll be nice and easy.” He speaks in
Portuguese first before translating into English. He stands way besides brunette as he droned on about our itinerary and the safety protocols. He makes a stupid joke about whales.  It irritates me that Jules finds them funny.

We get to know each other before setting for sail.
The blonde one is named Dominic and is filthy rich businessman.
The brunette is her wife –as he said–
named Alessandra.

Now, it makes sense why he seemed to be about to tear the instructor's head everytime he cracked a joke and Alessandra laughed.

The older man is a businessman visiting from Argentina, and the
coeds are students taking a long weekend off from the
University of São Paulo.

“You okay? You look like you want to kill our instructor,” I joke to lighten him up because I know that jealous fucking feeling.
“If you do, wait until we’ve returned to shore. Jules is scared of
sharks.”

“I’m not scared of them.” Jules notches her chin up.  “I simply have no interest in meeting them.”

“That’s not what you said when we were watching Shark
Week.”

“Excuse me for not liking creatures with that many teeth.
At least I don’t cry over Disney movies . I still have the video."
Jules flashes her vicious grin.