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.

beach. "Do you want to come and pick some crabs with

grip on Aaron's neck. "I want fish and crabs. Mum,

grab some crabs for him? I'll keep him entertained with

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

gave Brock's nose a

bucket and headed to the nearby beach to

and Dillon walked

avoided him, leaving him feeling snubbed. He turned and

know?" Dillon said, perhaps unwisely, voicing his

and gave him a light smack. "Why do you have

all,"

wind blew, and the yachts, once calmly docked, now seemed like driftwood,

swaying yachts, a sense of worry gnawing at her.

Some yachts had already flipped over, their white undersides exposed.

to sea without an umbrella?" he