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POV

Stephanie 

The amount of times I orgasmed is actually more insane than Julian. It got to the point that my legs were giving out on me and he eventually had to hold me up against the wall in his arms. 

"Oh my god, Jul, that was incredible!" I say with a huge cheesy smile on my face. 

"Hell yeah we're gonna have to do that more often," he says back to his normal face as he takes his psychopathic attire off. 

"I wish you didn't ruin my bathing suit though," I pout. 

"Sorry babe, like I said be careful what you wish for, I don't do anything half-ass," he says now changing into shorts and a shirt. 

I roll my eyes as I rummage through my drawers for a new bikini to wear. 

"Uhh, maybe you shouldn't wear a bikini," Julian says as he slips on some shoes. 

"Why not?" I ask confused. 

"Well…your skin is a little red…everywhere," he looks me up and down, and then so do I. 

"Jesus Christ Julian!" I scold, he's right I'm red everywhere. 

"Sorry babe, you know on the other hand…maybe you should wear a bikini, let everyone know that you're mine," he says with a smile full of pride. 

"Julian, it looks like you just beat my ass," I swear he needs professional help sometimes. 

"Hmm yeah maybe you're right," he says furrowing his eyebrows. 

Because of my markings, I pick out a floral maxi dress, blah. The redness on my arms and throat are still visible but there's no way in fuck I'm wearing a turtleneck. 

"Okay ready to go back down now?" I ask Julian. 

"I was ready a long ass time ago babe, I was waiting on you," he pokes and I push at his arm in a playful manner. 

 I grab my phone and notice I have a ton of texts from Millie. 

Where are you? 

Was there alcohol in the drink you got me? 

Steph! 

I don't feel so well

Answer me! 

Jeez, maybe she's the psycho one..

"Hey Jul, I don't know where your cabana is, can you take me there I think something is up with Millie."

"Yeah sure babe," he says hanging an arm over my shoulder and then kissing the top of my head. I freakin love this man. 

When we get back down to the beach, somehow in our time away the sun has lowered but not quite sunset yet and people are significantly more drunk. 

My feet once again seem to have magnetized with the sand and it's starting to frustrate me. We finally make it to the cabana and Millie is sleeping peacefully on X's lap. Thank the lord she's fine, probably just a little morning sickness. 

X notices me staring at her, "she's out like a light," he says kissing her cheek. 

"I guess pregnancy will do that," I say freely because it's just X and Millie in the tent. 

"Well I'm gonna bring her upstairs to sleep," he says adjusting her body in a position to hold her. 

He stands up cradling Millie in his arms and that's when I see it, that's when all of those texts she sent me are now making sense. 

"Oh my god X!" I scream pointing to his leg. 

"What? What's wrong?" He asks with extreme concern. 

"Your jeans, there's blood everywhere!" I say out in panic. 

Blood has seeped into his blue jeans, he looks horrified and sits back down. 

"Millie! Millie, wake up baby," X shakes her.

Her arms and legs appear limp without the constant support of X's arms. 

"Baby," he shakes her again desperately. 

But no response.