His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

From a distance, Eliza glanced at the men on the other end of the rocky beach.

"Why is Casper getting physical with Aaron again?" she wondered. Casper was always so hot-headed and unpredictable.

She looked up at the sky; the clouds were thickening, making her worry about an impending downpour. The waves were getting rougher.

Aaron returned, holding a fishing rod.

"Did you and Casper get into another fight?" Eliza asked, concern evident in her voice.

"No, nothing that serious," Aaron replied with a gentle smile. "You know how he is quick to anger. We just don't see eye to eye sometimes. Don't worry about it."

"Maybe we should head back soon," she suggested. She didn't want to linger.

"Sure thing." Aaron scooped up Brock, his eyes soft with affection. "How about I take you fishing over there?"

"Yay!" Brock cheered, thrilled. He wrapped his arms around Aaron's neck as they led the way, with Eliza following close behind. The yacht was nearby, which gave her some peace of mind. "Mummy, I want to catch crabs," Brock whined, already bored with fishing.

you want to come and pick some crabs

Aaron's neck. "I want fish and crabs.

him entertained with fishing on the yacht, and then we'll head back," Aaron

too much. "You can't say yes to everything

chuckled. He gave Brock's

a small bucket and headed to the nearby beach to pick crabs. The wind was picking up, almost knocking her

and Dillon walked

she deliberately avoided him, leaving him feeling snubbed. He

Casper, you're kinda pitiful, you know?" Dillon said, perhaps unwisely, voicing

"Why do you have to hit where it hurts? Do you enjoy

at all," Dillon

the yachts, once calmly

gnawing at her. She looked at her bucket, filled with crabs. It was time to head

forward. Some yachts had already flipped over, their white undersides exposed. Then came the rain, pouring down without

did you come out to sea without an umbrella?"