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Chase Resisting Love #1 Chantal Fernando and Dawn Martens

DEDICATION TO US. TWO BOOK LOVERS AND STAY AT HOME MOTHERS, WHO MET BY CHANCE AND BONDED OVER THE WRITTEN WORD AND TO THE READERS, FOR GIVING US A CHANCE! TO KRISTEN ASHLEY WHO GAVE US THE INSPIRATION FOR WRITING. SINCE SHE WRITES SUCH KICK ASS BOOKS!

Prologue I watch her from across the backyard, where I’m leaning against a wall. She is so beautiful; she is dressed in white and looks so ethereal. Like an angel. I keep staring at her, hoping for her to glance up. To notice me. To see if she feels this attraction I’m feeling for her. I’ve never felt anything like it. She is chatting with another girl, and laughing loudly. I find my own lips twitching. I don’t know what it is about her that draws me in, but I’ve never felt this towards a woman before. More than lust. Something.. else. Something that makes me want to protect her, cherish her. “Don’t even go there,” I hear in a dangerous rumble from behind me. It’s my friend, whose house I’m currently visiting. I ignore him, my eyes still on the angel, but he continues, “I wouldn’t let you near any of my sisters or cousins, but not her, definitely not her.” I bite the inside of my cheek. “She’s a good girl, and only seventeen. Come on let’s get out of here.” He slaps my back in a friendly gesture, as if to soften the blow of his words. I glance longingly at her one last time, before I turn around and follow him. I know I don’t deserve her. But that doesn’t mean I’ll stop wanting her.

Chapter One I was screwed. And not in a good way. I glanced back at the newspaper in my hand, the page full of red circles. After seeing five different places that were close to my university, I was down to the last one. The others had been terrible. I don’t even want to go into what the guy at the last house offered me; I hope he was still lying on the floor in the fetal position after I kneed him in his junk. I started classes in one week and I still had no place to stay. I repeat- I was screwed. I grew up in a small town with my family, and I’d driven up from there to look for a place. I’ve been staying in a motel for the last two nights, trying my luck for a decent place to stay that’s in this area. I stare at the ad for the last place. Room available for rent. 100 per week. Perfect for student. It’s only five minutes away from my uni which is perfect. I lay the newspaper down in the front seat of my black Subaru Forrester Sti GT and drive towards the house. I park my car behind a black expensive looking jeep and make my way to the front door. There is a sexy looking Harley in the drive way too. The house is gorgeous, two storey and modern, all cream and black. I knock on the door, and no one answers. I wait a few minutes and knock again. This time the door opens. A guy sticks his head out, blonde hair mussed. He looks two or so years older than my twenty, and I must say he is pretty cute. Pale blue eyes, a straight nose, and full lips, the bottom one pierced with a small hoop through it. Hot! He looks me up and down and grins, his blue eyes crinkling, ‘Hello’. His grin is contagious and I find myself grinning too. “Hi I’m Layla. I’m here about the room for rent?” He looks confused for a moment, but then nods in realization. “Of course, come on in, Layla.” I glance down and only then, realize he is shirtless, only wearing a pair of boxer shorts. I blush and look at the floor, and then I hear him chuckle. I slowly raise my eyes to his amused ones. “Come on, I’ll give you a tour. I’m James by the way.” The house is amazing, spacious and surprisingly tidy. Considering this is my last option I feel like I’ve won the lottery. We pass four bedrooms and I’m very curious as to who else lives here. James shows me the guest room and it’s perfect. I thought it would be tiny but it’s more than enough room for me. James clears his throat. “So are you a student then?” I nod. “Yes I start next week.” He smiles. “Great! Well you seem normal enough. Definitely cute enough.”

The last part was mumbled under his breath. I laugh. I know what he means, considering the last few places I just checked out. It’s harder than you’d think to find non creepy people to share a place with. “Are you wanting the room?” He asks softy. He looks almost hopeful. I glance around once more, I’m a little hesitant to share a house with men, but this place is amazing, and I’m currently out of options. Oh what the hell. I nod. “I would love the room.” “Perfect! You don’t have any problems with parties and stuff like that do you?” he asks seriously, “because this is kind of a social house.” His lips twitched into a smile when he said the word ‘social’. I laugh. “No, I think the whole university lifestyle will be an experience.” “Excellent!” he responds enthusiastically. “Any other questions?” I shake my head no. James smiles. “Welcome to the family. I think the landlord is going to be thrilled at my choice of tenant. He’s away for work at the moment. Let me know if you need any help moving your stuff, okay?” He offers his hand and I take it, expecting a hand shake, but instead he places a soft kiss on my hand. I blush. “I promise we are awesome roommates, you have nothing to worry about okay,” he says in a gentle voice. Weirdly, I believe him. I get no creepy vibes from him at all. “I’ll hold you to that, James,” I tease, causing him to chuckle softly. “We’re gonna be fine. Just yell out when you want a hand with your stuff.” I thank him and step into my room, smiling to myself. I leave the house and go to the motel room to collect my belongings. I didn’t bring much, a huge suitcase and two boxes. I still needed to purchase all my school books, stationary and necessities. James had given me a key to the house, and I’d offered him the bond and rent money, but he told me so take it up with the landlord when he gets home. He seemed like a funny guy, he even made a comment about feeling free to bring my hot friends over. I chuckle to myself, because at the moment friends are something I didn’t have in abundance. I come from an extremely large family, and this is the first time I am doing anything on my own. Instead of scaring me, the thought of independence thrills me. After my sister left the nest to travel, my mother has become extremely overbearing, and as much as I love her it feels good to be away from all that. By the time I return to the house it’s evening. I grab my suitcase and wheel it to the door, pulling out my key to open it. The sight that greets me when I walk into the kitchen has me wondering exactly what I have gotten myself into. Two guys stand there, along with James, laughing and eating pizza. They all look at me when I enter, all with surprise except for James who is wearing a huge grin. “Layla! Come and have a seat, I’ll carry your stuff into your room.” As James does that, I awkwardly place myself on a stool at the breakfast table, with two pairs of eyes

on me. I knew my cheeks must have been bright red, as I waited for someone to talk. James walks back in and saves me by introducing everyone. “Layla, this is Kade, who lives here with us, and our friend Derek.” I look at Kade, eager to see who else lives here. He looks a lot like James, with his white blond hair and blue eyes. His hair is longer than James, down to his chin, and slightly wavy. They are definitely related. Derek has brown hair and deep brown eyes, and is very handsome and muscular. Hell, they all are. Hotness overload. A soft sigh escapes me. They all say hi to me and offer me some pizza and beer, which I politely decline. “Oh, are you one of those girls?” Kade asks with a smirk. “What kind of girls are you referring to?” I say, eyes narrowed. “You know, won’t eat in front of a guy, or maybe just counting every single calorie,” he says, and I can hear the challenge in his tone. I burst out laughing. While yes I am a little shy, which would be part of the reason I declined, but the main reason was that I’m not very hungry. He raises his eyebrow at my laughter. “Since we will be living together, you will be able to see for yourself that I am neither of the type of girls you mentioned. But way to stereotype, Kade,” I retort. “Trust me, I eat a lot. You’re going to see something special,” I say with a wink. Kade chuckles, slapping his hand on the table. “So where are you from, Layla?” Kade asks, his voice now husky and low. “Umm, well my mother is Sri Lankan and my dad’s Australian. They live a couple hours down south from here.” My hair is long, thick and black, my skin tanned and my eyes almond and brown, hinting at some sort of mixed ethnicity. James walks over to me and affectionately wraps a lock of my hair around his fingers. “Can you cook?” he asks with a devilish smile. I laugh and look into three pairs of hopeful eyes. “Sorry, but, not at all.” I’m holding back a laugh, because they all look heartbroken. I can in fact cook, but I don’t tell them that. Kade sighs dramatically. “That’s okay, good thing we have a drawer full of menu’s.” “It is 2013 you know, you can pick up a frying pan and learn to cook yourselves,” I say simply, “gender equality and all that.”

“What’s the fun in that?” Kade snickers. James chuckles, “Layla’s already busting balls.” “I think you are just what this house needs, Layla,” Derek says, giving me small smile. Kade gives Derek a reprimanding look. “Don’t even think about flirting with our new roomie Derek, she’s way smarter than that.” Kade folds his arms over his broad chest, drawing my eyes to his ripped arms. I glance up at him to see his eyes twinkling. Busted. I shrug it off, “Come on, you’re all pretty sexy,” I blurt out. Crap, did I just say that? Masculine approval all around. Yes, I guess I did. “But Kade is right, I am smarter than that.” I throw a wink at Kade. He grins, opens a beer and hands it to me. This time I accept. Kade sticks his beer out to me and I clink it with mine, giggling. These guys are good fun. We all make small talk. Play a bit of PS3, in which I must say, I am not too bad. I excuse myself and go unpack and shower. I wonder which of the boys I’m sharing a bathroom with, considering there is masculine products all over the place. After calling my parents and assuring them all is well, I jump in bed and fall asleep.

Chapter Two I wake up to an empty house, for which I am grateful, and I feel more comfortable checking the place out. The house is pretty big. Five bedrooms, three huge bathrooms, and they have made a small gym for them to work out in. After a morning of arranging and organizing my room, I do some grocery shopping, University book shopping and pick something up to eat. When I get home I almost run into Kade, who is just leaving our bathroom. Yes, it’s Kade that I’m sharing it with. I feel a little awkward sharing a bathroom with a guy. I don’t even have any brothers, so this is really out of my comfort zone. “Hey,” I say a little shyly, as Kade offers me a faint smile. “Layla! Just who I was looking for. Come on, I need you to come somewhere with me,” he says excitedly. “Where?” I ask suspiciously, as he grabs my arm and pulls me out the front door. He opens the door to his Hummer and lifts me up onto the seat. “Umm Kade...” This almost feels like I’m being kidnapped. “Relax Layla,” he throws a cheeky grin my way, “it will be fun. I just need your help with something.” Huh. “Um... okay,” I mumble. The ride is silent, but not uncomfortable. Kade has a presence about him. I don’t know how to explain it, but I feel like he is the kind of man who you could tell anything to, and he would reserve judgment. Nine inch nails are playing as I stare out the window and wonder where the hell he is taking me. I can’t help but feel both nervous and excited. Approximately fifteen minutes later, we pull into the car park of a rough looking bar. The motorcycles all around suggest it’s a biker bar. My door is pulled open and Kade pulls me into his arms and puts me down on the floor. Let’s have a drink!” he suggests thoughtfully. I look at the time on my phone, one pm. “A bit early, don’t you think?” I muse. “Live a little Layla,” Kade says as we walk into the bar. We sit down on battered red bar stools and Kade orders us two beers. I lean closer to him and whisper, “You going to tell me why we are here?” Seriously. The curiosity and suspense are killing me. “Like I said, I need your help with something,” he says mysteriously. I sigh, and sip my beer. “This is my favorite bar,” he says randomly.

“Okay?” “And here comes the reason I need you here. I owe you Layla,” he says quickly. “Kade, what the hell are you... Who the fuck is this bitch?” I turn around and come face to face with an extremely mad woman. Her face is red, and she looks like she is going to kill someone. And that someone would be me. “Kate,” Kade nods dismissively. “This is my girlfriend. I told you we are done, so you need to get the picture sweetheart. It was fun while it lasted but as you can see I’ve moved on.” He puts him arm around me and pulls me against his extremely hard body. I pinch him, hard. He laughs. The bastard laughs! Kate stares me down, and then hisses “He’s just going to use you and spit you out; he will come back to me. Enjoy him while you can.” Kate storms out, shaking her hips exaggeratingly. When she is out of view, I turn around and glare at Kade. “Was that seriously necessary?” I growl. Kade nods, “Yes. This is my bar. She kept coming here, making scenes and causing drama.” “How did you even know that she would be here?” I ask. “One, I’m usually here around this time, and two, a friend of mine messaged and told me.” I roll my eyes, “Give a girl a little warning next time would you!” Kade laughs. “I will. Come on, this is a bonding experience. Don’t you feel more comfortable with me now? I know last night you were a little iffy around us. I know it’s hard to be around such a sexy man as myself, but you will get used to it in time Layla.” He looks smug. I playfully slap his arm. “You are too much Kade! I’m going to have women making voo doo dolls and stuff, out to get me,” I mumble dryly. Kade kisses me softly on the cheek, causing me to blush. “I owe you Layla.” “Yeah you do! Come on let’s play some pool while we are here.” “Can you stop bending over so low when you hit the ball?” Kade growls so only I can hear. “What?” I ask, confused. “There are men, staring,” he gestures to my chest, “at your tits!” I look down at my chest, and only the slightest bit of cleavage is showing.

“That girl Kate had ten times more cleavage than me and you’re giving me a lecture?” I hiss defensively. Kade crosses his arms over this chest, pool cue still in one hand. “Is that the kind of girl you want to compare yourself to? Kate?” I shut up. I pull up my top. And I give Kade a dirty look. Kade grins his approval. ****** I’m sitting in my room, surfing the internet. I’m seriously bored. I have nothing to do; I’ve already organized, cleaned and called my parents and Nikki. I have no idea what James and Kade are doing, but I heard a few voices out there and I’m feeling a little shy to just walk out there. I pull out my kindle and start reading some J.R Ward when there is a slight knock on my door. “Yeah?” I call out. “Can I come in?” It’s Kade. “Sure.” He opens the door and sticks his head in, taking a look around. “What can I do for you Kade?” I ask him. He chuckles. “You are asking for a sexual innuendo right there.” I roll my eyes. “What’s up?” He walks over and sits on my bed, making himself comfortable. “Well, it seems you have been hiding in your room all day, so I wanted to tell you to stop being a snob and come and hang out with us. We’re having drinks on the deck.” “Who is ‘we’,” I ask him. Kade lifts an eyebrow. “Does it matter?” “I guess not,” I mumble sulkily. “Come on, don’t be shy. This is your house too,” he tells me in a serious tone. “Okay,” I say, exhaling hard. I jump out of bed and walk out with Kade. When I only see James sitting

on the deck, drink in hand, I turn and give Kade a look. He gives me an easy smile in return. I sit down, and James hands me a beer. “Done hiding?” James teases. I blush. “Oh come on Layla, I’m just playing. You don’t need to hide from us,” he says. I’m about to respond when a girl walks out onto the deck. Short white shorts and a white net top, I can practically see her breasts. She takes a seat on Kade’s lap. “Eve, this is Layla, she lives here with us,” Kade introduces us. Eve pouts. “She lives here... with you?” She repeats slowly. “Yep,” Kade replies, popping the P. “I don’t like it,” she replies after a few moments. “You don’t need to like anything,” Kade says before taking a sip of his beer. I glance over at James who is text messaging someone. I stand up and head for the kitchen. “Where you going Layla?” Kade asks instantly, thinking his girl is running me off. “To the kitchen, I’ll be back.” He nods. I walk into the kitchen and decide to bake some brownies. I’m just putting them into the oven when Eve walks in. She steps into the kitchen like she’s on a mission, and stops right in front of me, trying to intimidate me. It doesn’t work. Here is the thing about me. I don’t like confrontation, and I don’t like to fight. I don’t like to get involved; I like my life drama free. But that doesn’t mean I won’t fight back. I don’t let anyone disrespect me. People tend to mistake my kindness for weakness. Their mistake. “Listen here; if you even think of putting moves on Kade, you will regret it. He is mine and just because you live here, and you’re convenient pussy for him, you aren’t going to have him,” she spits out at me. “What exactly are you going to do about it?” I goad. I have no intentions on doing anything with Kade, but this girl is asking for it. “I will get Kade to kick you out, you whore!” She screeches. I’m about to tell her exactly where she can shove that threat, when Kade walks into the kitchen, rage flashing in his eyes. “Get out Eve, and don’t bother coming back,” he growls. “What? But Kade, I...”

“You have the fucking audacity to talk to my friend like that? I don’t need that shit. Leave now, Eve,” he demands. Eve stomps away, shouting a few curse words at Kade before slamming the front door as she departs. “You don’t put up with any of that shit okay Layla,” he tells me, his voice now gentle. “You live here, you be comfortable here. You get first priority. Anyone says shit to you, or you don’t like something, come to me or James, we will take care of it,” he says as he gently tugs on a lock of my hair. He is so damn sweet. “Thanks Kade,” I say softly. “No need to thank me, you can just share whatever your baking that smells so damn good,” he says, his eyes twinkling. I laugh. “Of course I was going to share; I baked enough for a small army.” Thirty minutes later, I bring out the brownies and vanilla ice cream. We all sit out on the deck eating. “This is fucking good Layla,” Kade growls, “The woman can bake.” “It seriously is,” commends James. “Wait, I thought you said you couldn’t cook?” I stifle a laugh and say, “Baking is not cooking.” Kade glances over at me and grins, “I think we are gonna be the best of friends,” he says before shoving a huge spoonful of brownie in his mouth. I laugh.

Chapter Three My third night in the house was fun. Kade and James make me feel welcome, so it’s not as awkward as I thought it would be. We end up watching a few movies, and playing more PS3. It turns out I’m pretty good at Call of Duty, and Kade kept muttering ‘wifey’ comments every time I played well. We order Chinese for dinner, and when I try to pay, Kade and James almost have a fit. I ordered my usual honey chicken and fried rice, and the guys ordered enough to feed an army. When they finished everything, I must say, I was impressed. The next morning, I wake up when I hear noises in the kitchen. I walk out wearing a pair of track pants and a tank top. “Hey James,” I mumble sleepily. “Mornin’ Laylay,” he greets. “Laylay?” I repeat disbelievingly. James just grins. “Oh come on! Find something better than that please!” I beg. “Hmmm I quite like Laylay. How about princess?” he asks. “Princess Laylay?” I must look horrified. James bursts out laughing. “Maybe. I do like star wars,” is his reply. Ugh. That’s princess Leia not Layla. But whatever. “What are you doing today?” I ask after I put two pieces of toast in the toaster. “Got some shit to do in a bit.” James, always so vague. I’m not going to lie, I’m curious as hell about James. He is so laid back, calm, easy going and sometimes very quiet. The saying ‘It’s the quiet ones you need to look out for’ reminds me of James. There is something there under that gentle exterior. “So tell me about the illusive landlord. I’m curious as hell.” “He comes and goes, you might only see him once a month or so,” James says. “And?” I want more information than that. “And he’s here now. But I think he’s leaving today.” “Doesn’t he want to meet his new tenant?” James just gives me a small grin, and doesn’t say anything else.

“I’m gonna run out and give out some applications. Know if there are any salons close by?” I ask around a mouth of toast. “Um, I only know of one I pass on the way to University. On Cedar Street.” “Cool, thanks. I’ll go there then.” “Good luck princess Laylay.” James grins at me cheekily. I cringe at the new nickname. I make my way to my room and hear noises coming from the master bedroom. I guess the man who owns this house, is here today. Not thinking anything more of it, I close my bedroom door and get ready. About thirty minutes later, I hear feet stomping out in the hallway, and then murmurs. I then hear a girl’s voice raising. I quietly make it to my door and hear, “What the fuck, I’m good enough to fuck but you won’t even offer me coffee?” My mouth drops open. I can’t help a small giggle. Then another voice, one I don’t recognize. A deep voice. “I said to get out. You know the rules. We come home, we fuck, and you leave. You should have left last night.” “Fuck you, everyone was right. You weren’t even that good in bed!” “Good, that means you won’t come back for more. Get.” I hear the front door slam shut. Wow, I wonder if all one night stands end like that. Awkward much. A few minutes later, I hear the door shut again. I finish getting ready and make my way to the kitchen to grab some juice before I leave. Kade and James are both standing there chatting. I walk out with a huge question on my face. Kade smirks, “Just our landlord trying to get rid of his latest conquest.” James laughs, “Yeah that man gets all the nut cases. Lucky you missed it.” “So when do I get to meet him?” I ask as I pour my juice. James and Kade glance at each other. “Probably won’t. It’s rare he’s here. But when he is here, he’s usually not alone. So you might hear more of that.” Oh great. I’m living in a man whores house. “Hey, the drama could be entertaining,” I say with a smirk. “I’ll see you guys later!” “Later Laylay.” Both guys chime behind me.

I cringe. At least they haven’t thought of saying ‘Layla I wanna lay ya’ yet. When I arrive home a couple hours later, I am an employed woman. One less thing for me to worry about, and I’m glad. Kade and James are sitting at the table when I walk in. “Laylay! You’re home. Come play cards with us!” James says. I grin. “Give me a sec.” I go into my room and put down my hand bag, change out of my high waisted skirt and blouse and put on my leopard print onesie. I walk out and the boys burst out laughing. I roll my eyes and sit down ready to play cards. “What the fuck is that, Layla?” Kade asks with a smirk. “My onesie? Just the comfiest thing ever! Now what card game we playing?” I ask eagerly. “Is that outfit meant to put us off our game? I think it may be working,” James muses. “How about we make this game more interesting?” I ask them. They both look at me, curious. “Strip poker?” James asks, looking eager. “Um... no. I was more thinking along the lines of if I beat you; you never call me Laylay again.” I am brilliant, I muse. “And if you lose?” Kade replies. “What do you guys want?” I groan. They both glance at each other, before grinning evilly. “You need to learn how to cook our favorite meals,” Kade says slowly. I try to hold in my laugh. “And then you cook wearing something extremely skimpy. Like lingerie, or a bikini,” adds James with a grin. “You guys are perverts!” I scoff, outraged. They both laugh. “Okay, deal.” We shake on it. A few games of blackjack later and I’ll never hear the word Laylay again.

Chapter Four I walk half asleep into the kitchen the next morning, having a craving for a soda. I open the fridge and pull one out, opening the can and taking a huge swig. I can hear someone clearing their throat. I close the fridge and look over at Kade, whose eyes are currently wide. “What?” I mumble grumpily. He looks down and nods at my body. I glance down. Oh shit. I’m wearing nothing but a cami and my superman underwear. I put down my soda and sigh. “I’m sure it’s nothing you haven’t seen before,” I say, my face going slightly red. Kade chuckles, “Not so sure about that princess.” I gasp. He laughs. “You said no Laylay, not princess.” “Guess you can’t win them all.” I groan. Oh well, princess is much better than Laylay. “You have a fucking hot body. I don’t mind enjoying this view every morning,” Kade says, his gaze roaming to places it shouldn’t. “My eyes are up here you perve!” I hiss. “So since we’ve decided we can walk around the house in our pajamas in the morning, expect to see me naked tomorrow.” He laughs again and walks off. I shake my head and go back into my room, taking my soda with me. That evening, I walk out of my room and into the lounge area, wanting to watch a movie. Kade and James are sitting there, both with a girl each. I slowly take a step back, trying to leave without being noticed. I think I’m safe when I hear a rumbled, “Princess get over here.” I sigh. Kade. I stick my head inside the room. “Yes?” I ask innocently. “Get your butt in here,” he says with humor in his voice. I groan and walk into the room taking a seat on the lone recliner. I realize the girls they are with are twins, both blonde bombshells. They are both staring at me like they want to kill me. I look from one to the other, then back at Kade, raising a sardonic brow. His lip twitches. I look over at James who is glancing over at me, amusement dancing in his eyes. I ignore them and start watching the movie, which happens to be The Avengers. About twenty minutes later I glance over and Barbie one is kissing Kade’s neck, and Barbie two is playing with James’s lip ring with her tongue. Okay then. I stand up. “Well. I’m just going to..” I gesture to outside the door, “Because this is just. Awkward.” I walk out, hearing the boys’ chuckle behind me. Those two!

The next morning I’m in the kitchen, fully dressed, when Kade walks into the kitchen. Butt naked. I scream and cover my eyes with my hands. “Kade!” I yell. “What? I warned you,” he says nonchalantly. “Kade go and get dressed right now! And I better not see your naked ass again or I’m going to be the biggest cock block. EVER!” I hiss at him. He just laughs gleefully and takes his time around the kitchen. That is it! Later that night, the Barbie twins come over again. I’m surprised, I’ll admit. Two nights in a row must be the biggest commitment these guys have ever made. They skip the preliminaries, and head straight for their bedrooms. I knock on Kade’s door once but he doesn’t answer. So I start banging on it. He finally answers it, wearing nothing but a harsh scowl. He sees me and his eyes narrow menacingly. “Hi,” I say cheerily. “Someone better be dying princess,” he threatens. My smile gets bigger. “Was just wondering if you wanted to hang out?” I ask innocently. Kade growls, and slams the door, and I burst out laughing. I knock again and the door opens instantly this time. “Unless you want to join us, I suggest you stop,” Kade says followed by a long suffering sigh. I fold my arms against my chest, and say nothing. Kade also folds his arms and continues to hold my stare. I hear a frustrated ‘Kade!’ in the background, and I give him a smug look. A few moments pass. “Fine!” he caves, “You won’t see me naked around the house again. Well played Layla, well played.” He chuckles, pats me on the head and slams the door again. ****** I walk, half asleep, to the bathroom, shuffling my feet, ready for a shower. When I open the bathroom door I get the shock of my life. Kade. In the shower. Butt naked (Obviously).

But that wasn’t even the worst part. Kade wasn’t alone. I scream. The woman wraps the shower curtain around her, and Kade just steps out, smiling, in all his naked glory. “Good morning Layla. Shower’s free!” The man has no shame. I turn and run to my room, hearing Kade laugh behind me. I bury my head in my pillow. An hour or so later when I finally gather enough courage to face Kade again. I walk into the kitchen and stand in front of him. He’s tying his blonde hair at the nape of his neck with a manly leather band, and gives me a smirk when he sees me. “Finally out of hiding?” he teases. “Look, I’m going to pretend that never happened,” I say sagely. “Pretend what never happened?” asks James as he walks into the kitchen. Oh great, here we go. “Layla walked in on Sarah and I in the shower,” Kade mentions casually. James laughs, “You are going to scar the poor girl for life bro.” “Hey, she walked in.” “Yeah, because the door wasn’t locked! Boundaries Kade! We need some,” I say in a singsong voice. “I think I should have a bathroom to myself. You two can share. Come on, please?” I add, batting my eyelashes. “I’ll think about it,” Kade says thoughtfully. “You do that. By the way, make sure you don’t kill someone with that thing,” I say pointing towards his crotch. I’m serious. It was massive. Kade gives me a full on belly laugh. I can hear James laughing too. I retreat to my room. The next day when I go into the bathroom, all of Kade’s stuff is gone.

He moved to James’ bathroom for me! I do a little victory dance. ****** I’m being lazy, lounging around on the couch when my phone beeps with a text from my best friend Nikki. Nikki and I have been friends since grade two. We sat next to each other in class, and we complimented each other perfectly. I was a little shy and Nikki was... not. We have been partners in crime ever since. N: Come to my place tonight! Let’s go clubbing. Get ready with me. XX I sigh. Nikki wanted me to stay at her house with her parents but it’s over a thirty minute drive to my University and I didn’t want to impose with her family. I text back: L: Okay I’ll be at yours in an hour.☺ I pack an overnight bag and walk out of my room almost colliding with Kade. He looks at my bag and demands nosily, “Where are you going?” “Staying the night at my friends.” “You have friends?” he asks cheekily. “One,” I say truthfully, causing him to shake his head at me. “Give me or James a call if you need anything, okay?” he says sweetly. I nod and give him a small hug, which he returns, wrapping his arms around me tightly. Kade gives good hugs. “See you tomorrow. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” I call out, as I walk to the front door. I open the front door and come face to face with James. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asks me nosily. “Out,” I answer evasively. “Out where?” he counters. “To a friend’s house.” “Does this friend have a penis?” he asks ridiculously, narrowing his eyes at me. “No, but if she did I would love her anyway,” I reply.

I’m given an easy smile. “Why can’t she stay here?” “Why can’t I stay there?” This conversation is bizarre. “Can I come with you?” he says, catching me off guard. “Umm, no,” is my genius reply. His lip twitches, drawing attention to his sexy lip ring. “Well. If the million questions are over, I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” I walk off to my car. “Call us if you need anything!” he calls out. Those two! What would I possibly need? Babying me much! The thought makes me laugh. I drive to Nikki’s and walk straight through the house without knocking. They would have been offended if I knocked. I have heard that lecture from her mother many a time. The house is two story’s and made of brick. It’s huge, but has this homely feel to it which I love. I always feel comfortable here. I find my best friend in her room, looking through her wardrobe, a huge pile of clothes on the bed. A Nirvana song plays in the back ground. She turns and sees me, a huge grin replacing the scowl on her face. Her auburn hair is in a high pony tail, her face free from makeup. Her green eyes are large and mesmerizing, her nose, cute as a button. She hates when I tell her that. Nikki is studying public relations at University, and she is very ambitious. She is the kind of girl who knows what she wants, and will work hard to get it. “Layla!!!” She runs up to me and hugs me enthusiastically. “Hey! Having trouble finding something to wear tonight?’ I gesture obviously at the pile on her bed. She shrugs sheepishly, “I think I have it sorted. I need to get laid tonight. Need to look sexy!” I giggle and lay myself flat on my back on the small space of her bed that isn’t covered in clothes. Her room is all Nikki, bright bold colors and very creatively decorated. We get something to eat from the kitchen, Nikki’s parents were at work, but her mum always has food in the house. After we are full, we commence with the beautifying. I stare into the mirror, line my dark brown eyes with black kohl and several layers of mascara, and then contemplated what to do with my hair. My hair was my favorite feature, it was dead straight and down to my waist, so black that it looked blue. It was so thick and full, and I had it cut in layers to make it lighter and easier to manage. Black- blue wisps covered my cheeks and framed my heart shaped face. I decide to leave it how it is. I put on my favorite red lipstick and I was good to go. We jump in a cab and head to the club.

I walk into Club Deception, Nikki’s hand in mine, and sit on a stool. The club was pretty classy, compared to some of the other ones around these parts. It was a newer club, and seemed to be pretty popular. We were already a little tipsy, and I had the not so brilliant idea of doing a couple of tequila shots. I was wearing my best little black dress, it was short, tight, and completely backless, and I had to wear a bra with it, because my boobs were above the required size that was acceptable to go without. Royal blue stilettos gave my outfit a little color. Nikki’s auburn hair was in wild curls up to her shoulders, her eyes sparkling with gold glitter. She wore a one piece black playsuit and black strappy heels. “Two tequila shots please” Nikki ordered. “Layla, there are some seriously hot guys here tonight!!!” Nikki’s eyebrows waggled suggestively, making me giggle. The thing was, she didn’t have to tell me that. I had my eyes on someone, and he was currently looking in our direction. Thick messy black hair, a chuck of it falling on his chiseled face. Crystalline blue eyes framed in thick inky lashes, and a body to die for. Broad shouldered, his hips narrowing and I could just imagine what it looked like under his black jeans and shirt. And heaven help me, I could see some tattoos peeking out on his arms. The only thing wrong with the picture was that he was surrounded by women. Three women to be exact. All beautiful, and all standing close to him vying for his attention. But for some reason, his eyes weren’t on them, they were on me. Our eyes connected, and for a moment, it was like everyone else disappeared. Nikki noticed where I was looking and murmured a very apt “Fuck me.” She elbowed me, bringing my attention to the shots. We did ‘cheers’ and took down one shot each. I grabbed her hand and took her to the dance floor. Nikki and I danced for two songs, laughing the whole way, showing off our moves. We both loved to dance. I suddenly felt someone’s eyes on mine and glanced over to see Mr. Mysterious watching me. His gaze was steady and intense, and when I stared back, he didn’t look away. I felt goose bumps on my arms; I don’t think I have ever felt such intense attraction before. “Layla, dance with him. He can’t keep his eyes off you and he is freaking hot!” Nikki broke me out of my trance with her comment, and I looked away. I suddenly felt hands on my hips and I turned to see a cute guy dancing behind me. He wasn’t being too touchy feely so I danced with him a little. Some other guy asked Nikki to dance, so we were both enjoying the music. All of a sudden I see Mr. Mysterious walk up to me and takes my hand in his. His eyes on mine, he pulled me slowly away from my dance partner, entwined my hand in his, and pulled me off the dance floor. I glanced at Nikki, she grinned and nodded at me. The guy I was dancing with tried to grab my other hand, but Mr. Mysterious shot one look at him. And if looks could kill. The guy walked off and grabbed someone else to dance. Replaced in two seconds. Lovely.

I was gently pushed against the closest wall, and piercing blue eyes met mine. “What’s your name beautiful?” I inwardly sighed. His voice was mesmerizing. Deep and sensual. “Umm, I’m Layla.” He grinned at me, and a dimple popped out. I almost swooned. I took in his facial features. His bottom lip was slightly fuller than the top, and I wanted to bite it. His strong jaw and straight nose were placed perfectly on his beautifully angled face. His eye lashes were so thick and long, it was completely unfair, but the beautiful eyes they framed were what really captured my attention. They were hypnotic, wide blue depths. And I wanted to get lost in them. His tall frame made me feel tiny and feminine. I’m 5’5 so he must have been about 6’3. “Layla, I’m Chase.” He spoke my name reverently, almost like he was tasting it on his tongue. “Nice to meet you Chase.” I smiled coyly. “Trust me, the pleasure is all mine. Countless women in this club, but fuck, for some reason I can’t keep my eyes off you.” His lip tugged down in a small frown as he said it, like he wasn’t sure why. “I’m sure you say that to all the women.” I attempt to flirt. “Perhaps I do, but this time I really mean it,” he replies huskily. “Well, what are you going to do about it?” Holy hell, did I really just say that? A smile now tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Well I was thinking about tasting those luscious red lips of yours.” His eyes search mine, gouging my reaction. Apparently finding what he was looking for, he continues, “And I’m a man who usually gets what he wants.” His grin was wicked. “Then by all means...” I whisper seductively. He runs his finger from my temple, brushes my hair back grasping the back of my neck. “I’m going to kiss you now, Layla.” He whispers in my ear. Before I could nod, his lips came down on mine gently, like whispers of kisses. Then he leaned into me and kissed me harder, his full lips devouring mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and got lost in his kisses. When he finally pulled away from me, we were both panting. He kissed my lips once more, and then my forehead. “Fuck, even better than I thought. You taste so fucking sweet.” He looks at me curiously, like he has no idea what to make of me. “Hello, Chase,” a voice cooed from behind us.

We both glanced at who was talking, a gorgeous looking brunette with cat-like green eyes. She was one of the three women he was standing with before. Chase simply nods his head at her politely, and then returns his attention to me. Not liking being ignored, she steps forward and places her hand on Chase’s arm. Chase glances down at it irritably, and then looks back at the girl. “I’m sorry....” “Billie,” the girl replies in a throaty voice. “Right, I’m not interested. Sorry,” Chase drawls. Billie who is now wearing a petulant scowl, is about to say something else, when Nikki walks over. Nikki narrows her eyes at Billie and comes and stands next to Chase, moving her out of the way. Billie huffs and walks off, finally getting the picture. Nikki gives me a devilish grin. I roll my eyes at her. Nikki loves drama. I remember this one time she punched a girl, for no other reason than she was giving us dirty looks. She’s a tiny spitfire. Redheads apparently do have bad tempers. “Nikki this is Chase. Chase, Nikki,” I introduce. Chase smiles, “Hello Nikki. I don’t want to say bye to Layla yet. Can I take you home?” “Sure, can we get some food on the way?” Typical Nikki. Chase chuckles. “You bet.” We walk to Chase’s car and Nikki whistles. “What car is this?” she asks curiously. “Aston Martin,” Chase replies. Nikki’s mouth is in the shape of an O, staring at the car. “It’s sexy!” is her reply. I roll my eyes and give Chase a small smile. Nikki tells Chase to pull over when we pass her favorite burger place, and she runs in to get her food. “Do you want me to get you something to eat, Layla?” Chase asks. “No thanks, I’m not very hungry right now,” I tell him. And it’s the truth, I’m way too nervous to eat right now. All I can feel are the butterflies in my stomach. Chase frowns. “Layla, are you sure? I think..” Nikki jumps back in the car, a huge bag of food on her lap. “We can go now!” She calls out merrily. We drive to her house in a comfortable silence. We pull into her driveway and Nikki opens her door. “Thanks for the ride, Chase. Layla, text me when you get home safe.” She emphasizes the word safe and glares at Chase when she says it, causing his lips to twitch. The dimple almost makes an

appearance. “No seriously. I’ll be pissed if you turn out to be a serial killer or something.” Chase’s body is now shaking with silent laughter. “Bye Nikki, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” I wink at her. “Yeah you will!” she replies and then walks off. We wait until she’s inside safely and then drive off. “How drunk are you Layla?” Chase asks me quietly. “Not at all”, I reply instantly and it’s the truth. I feel sober. I’m pretty sure his kiss sobered me right the hell up. He takes my hand in his and rubs my knuckles with his fingers. “Come stay the night with me.” He makes it more a demand than a question. I so want to, but I know I shouldn’t. I’ve never done anything like that before. A one night stand. He must see the battle going on in my head because he amends, “We don’t need to do anything tonight Layla, just come stay the night with me, no expectations.” Oh what the hell. I want this man, and you only live once. “Okay,” I agree. He smiles and releases his breath like he is relieved. “So, tell me about yourself. What’s your ethnicity? You are stunning, but I can’t put my finger on it. You are so damn beautiful.” I blush. “Well, my mother is originally from Sri Lanka, and my father is Australian.” I expect him not to know where the hell Sri Lanka is, like most people, but he surprises me. “Sri Lanka, wow. I’ve always wanted to go there,” he tells me. I grin. “You’re a cricket fan aren’t you?” I ask him, already knowing the answer. His chuckle is rich and gives me butterflies. “You got me there,” he replies with a small grin. That’s the only reason people tend to know where Sri Lanka is. For some reason people tend to think that Sri Lanka and India occupy the same geographic location. I continuously get asked, "Isn't Sri Lanka the same as India?" which is an excellent way to get me worked up. If it was the same, what would possibly be the reason for being separate countries? It's a small island underneath India with separate foods, languages and customs. Sure there are similarities, but yes, they are different! Okay, rant over.

“So who do you cheer for when Sri Lanka is playing Australia?” he asks with a grin I get asked this question a lot. “When I’m here, I go for Sri Lanka. When I’m in Sri Lanka, I go for Australia.” I tell him honestly. “You go there a lot?” “Every year or so,” I love it there. “How old are you?” He changes the subject. “Twenty. You?” He kind of grimaces when I say twenty, so I wonder how much older he is. “I’m twenty five.” I laugh. “That’s not so bad; you’re not an old man.... just yet.” He looks at me sideways and grins, “It’s going to have to do, because I want you too bad.” The car fills with tension, tension that I have never before experienced. We are quiet after that, his hand still rubbing mine, making affectionate circles. Eventually I fall asleep.

Chapter Five I wake up in an unfamiliar, ridiculously huge, extremely comfortable bed. I’m wrapped up in black satin sheets and Chase is next to me, fast asleep on his stomach. He’s only wearing a pair of black pajama pants; he must have kicked the sheets off him. Holy hell, even his back is sexy. His black hair is covering one of his eyes, giving him an almost boyish appearance, his face turned towards me. He must have carried me from his car to the house. I look down and realize I’m wearing what must be one of his T shirts. I don’t know what to think about that. I glance back down at Chase to see that he is now awake and watching me, his eyes soft, lids heavy. “Good morning, beautiful girl.” His morning voice is deeper and huskier than last night. My breath hitches. “Morning.” I mumble. I am not a morning person. And I just remembered that I did not text Nikki. She is going to flay me alive. “Nikki called and I answered and said you were okay, I hope that’s fine,” he tells me. “She told me that I could be lying and that you better call her first thing in the morning,” he says, eyes twinkling. “Umm thanks.” I think. “I put you in one of my T shirts; I tried not to look as much as I could.” He looks sheepish and I laugh at his honesty. He grins at me and pulls me into his arms, and I can’t help but relax into them. “Are you okay?” he asks me once I’m wrapped up in his arms, my head resting on his chest. I nod yes. “Let me know if you want something, don’t be shy okay.” I mumble an “mmm hmmm” into his chest. Chase sighs heavily. “What is it about you?” he asks rhetorically. I glance up at him and roll my eyes. My eyes land on his lips and seem to linger there. “When you look at me like that, fuck!” he almost whispers, his tone husky. I stare into his eyes, mine holding an invitation. He pulls me closer, lifting me up higher on his chest. “Exquisite.” Is all he says, before his lips are on mine. He kisses my lips, and makes his way down my neck, paying extra attention to the juncture between my neck and shoulders. I don’t know how long we have been making out like teenagers for, but here we are. I am so turned on right now, and from the groans Chase is making, and the hardness I can feel through his extremely thin pajama pants, I think he feels the same.

He pulls back suddenly with a curse. We lay down, panting, trying to get ourselves under control. “I don’t want to rush this Layla. You’re.... different.” He looks serious as he tells me that. “Why don’t you have a quick shower and I’ll start making you some breakfast?” he suggests. I nod and daringly lean in to give him a kiss. He moans, “Shit, Layla. If you keep that up my good intentions are going to go right out the window.” I pull away and smile seductively; before I can leave, he pulls me back and takes my face into his palms, holding me gently. “I don’t know what this is Layla, but it feels-“ “Right?” “Yes, right.” He echoes quietly. He kisses me on my nose, which I wrinkle. With that he stands up and leaves the room, leaving me lost in my thoughts. I go into the bathroom and stare in the mirror. I don’t look too bad, besides some smudged eyeliner. Lucky I didn’t wear much eye makeup last night. He has extra toothbrushes in his cupboard, so I help myself to one. He must have guests over a lot. Ha, I can just imagine what kind of guests, a man like this would be having. I have a long shower, and unfortunately, have to dress back in my dress. Looks like I will be making my first walk of shame, even though I didn’t have sex last night. I shove my underwear in my bag, tie my hair up in a messy bun on top of my head and walk out Chase’s master bedroom. And when I do I get the shock of my life. “Fuck.” I don’t usually swear but this is definitely a fuck moment. Holy hell, only I could get into a situation like this. I walk past the familiar cream walls, straight to the kitchen. I want to die of embarrassment. I flop down onto the stool, with what must be a look of horror on my face. Chase is standing there, eating a Twix chocolate bar and looking like he is enjoying himself, until he sees my face. He then puts down the chocolate and rushes over, taking my face in his hands like he did in the bedroom. “Hey, what’s wrong?” I don’t answer him, because I am mentally yelling at myself for not snooping into the master bed room and bathroom. If I did I would have recognized it. Before I can answer James walks out of his room. Could this get any worse? Chase has let go of me by now and is looking at me with a concerned look. James smiles at me warmly, and musses my hair, causing Chase’s face to tighten, and his eyes to cool. “Morning princess, I see you have met the landlord. How was your night at your friends? We missed you around here,” he says before he turns to Chase. “Hey bro how was last night? Pick up any hot chicks? Or knowing you, two hot chicks?” James

chuckles to himself. Chase clearly doesn’t like James’s familiarity with me, or the endearment ‘princess’. Completely oblivious to the tension surrounding him, he continues “I already warned Layla about seeing random girls around the house. They usually leave before breakfast, just like last time.” Someone please kill me. Before Chase answers I jump up off the stool, avoiding any eye contact, almost knocking it over, and mumble some excuse and make way to my room. I can feel Chase’s eyes on me, as I retreat hastily. The saying ‘don’t shit where you eat’ keeps coming at me in my head. This can’t be happening. Chase can’t be the same man who was so callous towards that woman, kicking her out of his bed. He has been nothing but sweet and respectful to me, or is that what he’s like until he gets what he wants? I’ve heard about men like that. I’m not sitting on my bed for even three seconds, before there is a knock on the door. I know it’s him, and I’d rather be anywhere else right now. The door opens without my invitation and Chase comes in and sits on my bed. He hands me over my plate with pancakes, bacon, eggs and toast on it. Why does he have to be so damn sweet? Argh! This is awkward as hell. “So, you’re the new roomie.” Chase states the obvious. I sigh. “That would be me. And what are the chances.” I mumble the last part to myself. I think I definitely need some sort of ice cream sundae before I can mentally sort through this. Or a shot of tequila. Or four. I look up at Chase to see him grinning. What the hell that man is grinning about I have no freaking idea. The question must have shown on my face because he says “Now I get to see you every day, whether you like it or not. James mentioned the new girl was hot.” He frowns after he says it, like he doesn’t like James thinking I’m attractive. I scowl at him, and he gives me a small smile in return. I’m glad he’s enjoying himself. He’s not the one who is going to be homeless whenever he moves onto the next woman. “Chase, do you realize how messed up this situation is?” I hiss at him. He turns to look at me, the humor now gone from his eyes. “What’s the problem Layla?” he asks me in a worried tone. I open my mouth, and then close it. I have no idea how to say this without offending him, so I’m, just going to put it out there. “I was here. When you were last here, a couple of weeks ago? When you were yelling rudely at some

girl to leave your room? Ring any bells?” I ask dryly. Chase visibly cringes. Yeah I think he can see where I’m going with this. “Layla, fuck...” “You treated her like shit Chase, and from what I have heard about you, this is definitely not a good idea.” There I said it. Chase runs his hands through his hair in frustration. “I’m sorry you heard that Layla. I know it looks bad, and I’m not saying I’m not that person you think I am. But I’m saying that for you- with you, it will be different. I will be different. You are different! I want you to trust me, to take a gamble on me. Just give me a chance Layla. I promise you that I will handle you with care, that I will make it so I’m worthy of you,” he says solemnly. I know I’m stupid to consider this. But he looks up at me with his eyes, pleading with mine. “I’m not making any promises Chase, I mean, we can maybe try. But...” “That’s all I need. I’ll prove myself to you angel.” Chase kisses me on the forehead and says, “Eat baby.” Then he walks out of my room and goes back into the kitchen. I sigh, and to think I was so happy when I woke up.

Chapter Six I get dressed in a pair of black track pants and a tank top and walk back into the kitchen with my empty plate. As I walk in I can see Chase, James and Kade all talking in hushed tones, the conversation intense. Chase does not look happy. In fact, none of them do. He is the tallest at about 6’3, the other two only slightly shorter. He is still shirtless, and I can’t help but admire his lean muscular build, his six pack and heavily indented V’s above his pelvis. His tribal tattoo on his arm is extremely delicious too. As soon as they see me the conversation comes to a halt. “Everything okay?” I ask as I slide past them and wash and dry my plate. Chase stands behind me and plays with my hair with one hand, the other possessively on my hip. “Thanks for breakfast Chase, it was delicious.” “You’re welcome, and everything is fine. Just chatting with my brothers.” He whispers in my ear, making my hair stand on end. I spin around, my eyes searching behind him to James and Kade, who are both still scowling in our direction. “They are both your brothers?” The only resemblance is the blue eyes, except theirs are paler. Well James and Kade certainly look like brothers, but Chase looks like the odd one out. Chase grabs my hips and lifts me up to sit on the countertop, inserting himself between my legs. Okay that was hot. “Yeah those two are my baby brothers.” He grins fondly as he replies, and I can see they must be close. “James, I definitely owe you, bro.” Chase grins at James, who is still scowling. Kade steps forward, “I don’t think this is such a good idea, when shit doesn’t work out, it’s going to be awkward for everyone..” The only thing I picked up on, was the ‘when’ it doesn’t work out. He said when, not if. I sure know how to pick them. I squirm to jump down from the counter, but Chase’s hands keep me put. The look on his face definitely keeps me put. He looks pissed. “Kade, I told you to stay out of it.” I can see an argument starting and I really don’t want to be the cause of these brothers fighting. “Look, Chase, maybe they are right.” I regret the words as soon as they come out of my mouth, because Chase looks both pissed and hurt. “Fuck this,” he says stiffly, leaning away from me and leaving the kitchen without a word. We all watch him leave, then our eyes land on each other.

“Layla..” They both start at the same time, but I put my hand up to signal that I don’t want to hear it. I brush past them and go towards my room. So much for not making things awkward. Before I make it to my room, I decide to change directions and head to Chase’s room. The door is slightly open, and when my knock goes unanswered I open the door and peer in. I can hear the shower on, so I go in and sit on his bed. His phone beeps and my eyes automatically go to it. A girl named Aubrey is calling him. Interesting. Very interesting. The bathroom door opens and he steps out, black hair wet and disheveled, water droplets dripping down his towel clad body. I’m pretty sure my mouth is hanging open. “Hey,” he looks surprised to see me. I mentally gather myself. “Hey yourself. I’m sorry about before. I didn’t want to be the cause of all you guys fighting.” He sits down on the bed and pulls me onto his lap. “Hey! I’m going to get wet!” I fake indignation. “Yes, yes you are.” He nuzzles my neck, then pulls back and looks into my eyes. “Layla, don’t worry about any of that shit. You either want me or you don’t. And I think that you do, so we are going to make this work. Okay? One step at a time.” Before I can answer his lips are on mine and I forget to protest. I’m straddling his hips, while he still sits on the end of his bed, and we are kissing like it’s our last day on earth. I push him back so he’s lying back on his bed, me on top, but then he flips me so he’s the one on top. I can feel that he is hard through his towel, and it gets me even more excited. “Fuck, Layla,” he groans as he kisses his way down my neck. His phone beeps again, and he stops torturing my neck. He leans his head in the crook of my neck and shoulder. “I have to get to work baby,” He whispers regretfully. He reluctantly moves away, running his hands through his hair in frustration. Oh yeah, normal people have to work. “Chase...” “Yeah?” he says softly. “If this doesn’t work out, it’s going to be awkward and I’m going to have to move out, you know that right,” I tell him honestly. He gazes directly into my eyes and says “Just trust me Layla.” I reluctantly nod. He stands up and turns to his wardrobe, and drops his towel on the floor. He turns around and gives

me a cheeky grin, then walks into the bathroom. That tease. I laugh and leave his room, leaving with my handbag that I had left in there. I check my phone, seeing five calls from Nikki and one text. She is going to kill me. N: I’m going to kill you! Answer your phone. Better yet, text me your address because I’m coming over! I laugh and text her the address. My phone beeps instantly. N: Leaving now. Bringing food. I love my best friend. As I walk down the hallway to my room, I can’t help but overhear Kade and James talking. “She’s gonna get hurt, Kade. And then it’s going to be awkward as hell, and she’s going to want to move out! I really like her, she’s an amazing girl and I like her living here.” Kade’s deep rumble replies, “There’s nothing we can do about it bro, it’s his house, and he is adamant to have her. He even made her breakfast, that’s a first. I like her living here too, I feel protective of her, like a little sister.” I walk into my room and close the door. I decide I’m just going to live in ignorant bliss for a while. Chase peeps his head into my room and says, “I’m taking you out to dinner tonight. I’ll be home around seven, so be ready beautiful.” “Bossy much? What if I have plans?” I don’t, but still. “Cancel them.” He gives me what I’m sure is his most charming smile, the one he uses to always get his way. And it works, damn him. “Okay, fine.” I acquiesce, but none too gracefully. He chuckles and gives me a long, deep, wet kiss. “I can’t wait.” He rumbles, kissing my forehead, then leaves. An hour or so later, I hear Nikki pull up. Knowing her, she probably sped the whole way here. I open the door to her carrying my overnight bag I left at her place and a bag filled with Chinese. Legend. Nikki looks gorgeous, wearing a loose off the shoulder dress and sparkly sandals. We walk into the lounge room, and make ourselves comfy. She looks a little nervous; I can tell by the way she’s playing with her hair. That’s her nervous gesture. Her face looks slightly paler than usual too. She covers it up quickly, by making me her focus. “Okay, spill.” She looks ready to question me for the FBI.

“We just made out. I stayed the night at his house.” I hear her gasp. I wait a moment, keeping her in suspense. “Which also happens to be my house. This house.” Nikki’s green eyes widen dramatically, and then she bursts out laughing. I can’t help but laugh a long with her. Before she can demand any more details, Kade walks in. “Care to share what’s so funny?” his lips twitching. He plops down on the couch next to us, checking out Nikki and not even being discreet about it. Nikki’s eyes widen, almost hysterically so, when she sees Kade. The two of them stare at each other for a few moments before she speaks. “Where the hell have you been hiding this one, Layla?” Nikki purrs. Oh boy, here we go. Kade’s eyes narrow on hers for a second, before he smirks and replies, “I was about to ask Layla the same thing.” “This is Nikki’s first time here!” I laugh. “But Kade meet Nikki. Nikki meet Kade. And feel free to continue to eye screw each other like I’m not even here.” That got Kade’s attention. “Eye screw?” He laughs. “You can’t even say eye fuck. You are adorable Layla.” Nikki grins cheekily. “Isn’t she just! So where’s Chase?” I pout. “At work,” I gesture towards Kade, “that’s his baby bro.” Nikki’s eyes widen once again. “No shit. Good genes much! So Kade, what do you do with yourself?” Nikki’s questions reminds me that I never asked Chase anything. I know pretty much nothing about him, except that he’s seriously sexy, intense, and an amazing kisser. So luckily for me, my best friend starts her interrogation. “I’m a business major. This is my last year until I graduate. James is in his second last year in engineering. And as you know, Chase is an architect.” I really had no idea, but I nod like I might have. They chat some more, and I find out a few more details. Kade and James go to the same University as me, unlike Nikki who goes to a different one. Chase is pretty damn successful, and owns his own architectural company. I am a little intimidated. It’s a smaller business with two offices, one here and one located in Sydney, which is why he goes away a lot for work. He has definitely done well for himself for someone of his age. James walks in a little later and takes a seat next to me. We all eat the Chinese and watch old music videos. I only have a few bites, because I am still extremely full from breakfast. As Kade and Nikki talk between themselves, James corners me.

“Layla, about before,’ I try to open my mouth but he gestures with his hand, “please just let me finish what I have to say.” I nod and he continues. “I love my brother, but he doesn’t have the best track record with women. None of us do really. Which is why we had all previously discussed that if our new roomie was female, we would all treat her like family, and no one would hit on her or get involved with her. But then you guys met last night, and now this has happened. I’m sorry about before. You guys both know what you are getting into, so I’m not going to say anything else. It’s really not my business, I just don’t want you hurt, and we really love having you live here with us.” I didn’t know what to say. I settle for, “Thanks for your honesty James.” He smiles and nudges me gently with his shoulder. “So, we cool?” he asks. “Of course.” I give him a small smile. We all hang out together, chatting and laughing. “Fuck, my back hurts.” James mentions. Nikki looks over at him, “Ask Layla for a massage. She’s qualified.” Kade and James both swing their heads at me, blue eyes gleaming. “No shit? And you haven’t mentioned this before why?” “You never asked,” is my smart ass reply. Kade pulls Nikki up and drags her out of the room, without even giving any explanation. Nice. I see James stretching out his neck, poor guy. “Take your shirt off, I’ll give you a massage. But I’m a masseuse, not a chiropractor.” He looks at me gratefully, “Thanks Layla. I think a relaxing massage will go a long way.” I get up and go and get my massage oil and when I return James is shirtless and lying on his stomach on the couch. Holy hell he is gorgeous. But he has nothing on my Chase. My Chase? I mentally kick myself. I begin to massage his back, his slight groans telling me he is enjoying it. After ten minutes or so the door opens and Chase walks in, smile on his face. As soon as he sees us his smile turns into a snarl. “What the fuck is going on here?” he demands, and I can practically see the steam coming out of his ears. I jump up guiltily, even though I’m not. “I’m giving him a massage?” I make it a question, even though it’s not. “You are giving him a massage? Fuck. What the fuck! I’m literally gone a couple of hours and I come

home to this?” He storms forward and glares at James. James looks at him with a bored expression, but doesn’t say anything. The staring competition lasts, for what seems like minutes, until Chase barks, “Layla go wait in my room. Now!” The last part is yelled at me, and I don’t appreciate it one bit. “I think you are overreacting.” I state calmly, causing James to hmmph in obvious agreement. “Layla. Get.In.The.Fucking.Room!” His voice was laced with rage. I bristle at being yelled at like that, for doing nothing wrong. I storm off and go into my room, locking the door behind me. I can hear James and Chase yelling at each other, then from the other room, I can hear Nikki giggling loudly. FML! I put on my iPod and crank the music up, allowing ‘Your winter’ by Sister Hazel to block everything out. About thirty minutes and many songs later, I turn the iPod off, wondering what scene I was going to open the door to. I peep my head out the door, only to see Chase, standing there holding a power drill. “What the hell are you doing with that?” I manage to gasp, my eyes wide as saucers. He glances up at me and sighs. “Oh good, you’re out. Saves me from pulling off your door.” My eyebrows hit my hairline. “You.. you..” I stutter, “You were going to take my door off?” “Yes. I was banging on it for about ten minutes with no response.” He looks at me with his gentle blue eyes, and I melt. “I’m pretty sure that’s not normal behavior.” I say to myself. “Normal is boring. Now come here Layla.” He’s so bossy. “Where’s James?” His eyes go cold and I regret my question instantly. “Why, so you two can finish your “massage?” You haven’t even given me a massage before and he gets one?” Yes he even put his hands up to make sarcastic quotation marks. I can’t help but laugh. “You think this is funny Layla? That you have me so worked up and jealous over my own baby brother?” I stop smiling instantly. I grab his hand and pull him into my room. “Chase, yes your brothers are good looking,” that causes a scowl, “but they are just friends. And roommates. They have never once come onto me. And I’m a qualified beauty therapist, it was professional.” I kiss him to distract him, and it works. “Plus I’ve known you, what, less than a day? When would I have had time to give you one?” “Point taken.” Chase says then kisses me again. He is more aggressive than usual, kissing me harder, handling me less gently than he normally does. I find myself loving it, loving that he has let himself

go, love that he’s losing control. He lifts me up in his arms; my legs wrapped around his waist, and pushes me against the wall. His hands are on my ass, mine buried in his hair. I gently pull away and watch him fight for his control back. “Fuck. I’m sorry Layla. I don’t want to push you before we are ready. And I’m fucking sorry for yelling at you before.” He sighs, before carrying me to the bed, and lies down with me still wrapped around him. He waits like that in silence, for a few moments before he speaks. “You drive me crazy, you know that? I don’t think I’ve ever been so crazy over a woman before, and I’m not sure how to handle it. So you are going to have to bear with me Layla.” He says as he rubs a hand over his face. “I don’t want this to go too fast, I want us to take our time, get to know each other. I want this to be more than sex.” “Okay.” I say softly. I’m good with that. I have to be honest, I’ve only ever had one boyfriend before, we never slept together, but that didn’t stop him from trying every chance he could. In the end we broke up because he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. Claiming if I wouldn’t put out, he could find it elsewhere. My cousin Ryder found out about it and “took care of it”, which I’m assuming means, kicked his ass. Chase snuggled me closer into his side, kissed me on the forehead and said “Good. Come on let’s go and mingle.” He pulled me up off the bed, and walking hand in hand, we leave my room and head to the living area, where James is still sitting. He gives me a lopsided grin when he sees me, and Chase tightens his hand on mine and pulls me to sit in his lap. Why would Chase be so insecure about his own brother? There is definitely something I’m not getting here. Nikki and Kade rejoin us, having no idea what drama they missed. Nikki looks sheepish, whilst Kade looks extremely satisfied. I waggle my eyebrows at Nikki and laugh while her face turns red, not a flattering color on her. Chase raises his eyebrows at the two, probably wondering how the hell that happened. I smile and bury my face into his chest.

Chapter Seven A few hours later, I’m all dolled up and ready for dinner with Chase. Nikki went home after helping me pick out my outfit. I went with a red off the shoulder top and tight blue skinny jeans. Kade and James both went out, I have no idea where. Chase and I walk out to his car, and he opens the car door for me. Who knew chivalry wasn’t dead? Not me. As we sit in the car I ask him about his job. “So, you’re a fancy architect?” He glances at me before answering. “I don’t know about fancy, but yes I’m an architect.” That was all he offered me, so I didn’t pry any further. “What about you, what are you studying?” He takes my hand in his while I talk. “I’m going to be a nurse.” I say proudly. I’ve wanted to be a nurse since I was a kid. I have always wanted a job where I could make a contribution to society. I want to be useful. “I think you will be an excellent nurse. And you won’t have to massage any men anymore,” he grumbles. I laugh. “What’s your full name?” he asks. “Layla Jane Crawford. You?” He purses his lips before replying, “Chase Dean Jackson.” He glances over at me checking my reaction, I have no idea why, so I simply smile at him. He seems satisfied with my response, and I am left completely confused. He takes me to a nice restaurant, not too fancy for which I am grateful. I hate those posh places. Dinner is delicious and everything is going wonderful, until a girl walks up to our table. I glance up first, to see her eyes solely on Chase. She is blonde, with a stunning figure, lots of makeup and fake boobs. She clears her throat until Chase finally notices her. He doesn’t look too thrilled to see her. “Hi Chase, haven’t heard from you in a while,” She purrs. Chase glances at me, looking a little sheepish. “Hi.. uhhh…” Shit, he can’t even remember her name. I’m now looking anywhere but at them. This is just awkward. “Candy,” she supplies. Of course that’s her name. “Right, Candy. I’m sorry, but I’m on a date right now,” He rumbles, his voice edging towards anger. Like she hadn’t already noticed. I can’t believe there are actually girls out there like this, so forward. And apparently they don’t understand social cues. “Oh, of course. I just wanted to come see you guys. Can I drop by this week?”

You have got to be kidding me. Chase scowls at her, patience waning. “I don’t think so. Bye Candy.” “Oh come on, remember how much fun we had? Give me a call when you’ve had enough of this one,” she motions at me, gives me an evil look and struts away before Chase can say anything more. I stare at my plate like it holds the answers to life’s mysteries. “Fuck, Layla, I’m sorry,” he says, looking worried. “It’s fine.” I mumble. Except it wasn’t, but what else am I supposed to say. He stares at me for a little while, he looks like he wants to say more, but he just sighs and calls for the bill. He takes my hand and leads me to the car, opens the door for me, kisses my forehead, then waits for me to get in before closing the door. The drive is silent for a few moments and I can see him gathering his thoughts. “Layla, I wasn’t a saint before I met you,” I almost snort, “and I’m not going to apologize for that.” Okay this conversation is so not going how I expected. “I am sorry, however, that you had to see that. The thing is, I have a past, and that past not only led me to you, but it also allowed me to recognize exactly what I want and need in a woman, and be able to appreciate a good woman when I see one. And you baby, are a diamond in the rough.” Okay that was sweet. “I have sown my oats and I’m now ready to move onto something bigger and better. So are we good?” I nod. “Good.” Replies in the softest voice I have heard him use. We arrive home and I jump in the shower and change into my satin pajama shorts and cami. It really is weird knowing Chase is just down the hall. I walk into the lounge room to see the three guys laughing and playing video games. Chase looks my way and he takes in my attire. I see his eyes narrow slightly and his nostrils flair. He drops his controller, grabs my hand and pulls me into his room. “Baby, don’t wear such sexy shit like that in front of anyone but me, okay?” I didn’t even realize this was considered ‘sexy shit’ but whatever. “Chase..” “You really are something, Layla. So beautiful, and you don’t even know just how much.” He gives me a firm, greedy kiss. “I don’t like you sharing a bathroom with Kade,” he says suddenly, “You should use mine.” “I really don’t see what the big deal is.” I tell him. “Humor me Layla,” he rumbles. “Chase! You can’t just burst into my life and start making changes!” I say indignant.

He stares at me thoughtfully for a few moments. “It’s easier if you just give in Layla,” he says smugly. I gasp. “You are unbelievable!” I growl. Chase chuckles. I decide to put him out of his misery. “We’re not sharing it anymore anyway; he shares with James now. After the last incident……” “What kind of incident?” he interrupts, frowning. “A very large incident,” I say, giggling. Large indeed. Massive even. I giggle harder. “Layla,” Chase growls, a warning. “It was nothing. I asked him if he could share with James, and he did. End of story.” He gazes at me for a moment, eyes narrowed. “Fine,” he relents, “come on let’s go to bed.” He moves to pull me onto his bed. “I’m not sleeping here tonight, Chase,” I tell him gently. “What? Why?” he growls unhappily. “This is moving so fast, I think I should at least sleep in my own room, plus didn’t you tell me you wanted to take this slow?” I tell him, even though I want nothing more than to spend the night in his arms, this whole situation needs some normalcy. “Throwing my words back at me,” he grumbles. He hugs me in his arms tightly, and then reluctantly let’s go. A few steamy kisses later, he walks me to my room and tucks me in, mumbling the whole time about stubborn women. “It’s easier if you just give in Chase,” I smirk. He laughs, shaking his head at me. He loves that I give as good as I get. “Night baby.” “Night Chase.” ****** I’m laying in bed, thinking about Chase, and how he makes me feel. Safe, wanted, needed even. It’s all happening so fast, almost out of control. I’m deep in thought when I hear someone open my bedroom door, and I slowly move my hand to the golf club I have stashed between my bed and the

wall. My hand almost reaches it, when the intruder creeps into my bed, pulls the cover over him, and chuckles softy. I know that chuckle. “What the hell are you doing Chase?” I hiss. “Shhh,” he whispers, “Sleepy.” He wraps his arms around me, spooning me from behind, places a kiss on my head, and goes to sleep. I sigh, relaxing into him, enjoying the warmth. I think about telling him to leave, but after a few moments, I’m out like a light.

Chapter Eight I wake up to an empty bed. The man is sneaky. I have a quick shower and jump into my skull onesie. Yes, it’s that kind of day. I have nothing to do today, except stay at home and study. I shove my hair into a messy bun, and slip on my leopard print house slippers. Yes, I am sexy today. I grab my laptop and books and head to the dining table, ready to get my study on. I leave everything on the table and head for the kitchen, where I can hear Chase, Kade and James. “Mornin’” I say cheerfully, heading to the fridge for a glass of apple juice. Chase eyes my outfit and blinks. Kade grins, “You will get used to her weird outfits don’t worry,” he says with a chuckle. I glance over at Chase as he frowns. I have the feeling he doesn’t like the fact that his brothers know me better than he does. I guess only time can remedy that. James is looking distracted, eyes on his phone. “Everything okay James?” He glances up and gives me an easy smile. “Yeah, just some work stuff.” He walks over and kisses me on the forehead. “You look cute,” he says in a singsong voice. I hear Chase growl. “Why thank you, James,” I tell him. Chase stomps over and gives me a firm kiss on my mouth. When he pulls away, he looks smug, shooting his brothers a glare. “Breakfast will be ready in ten minutes, why don’t you take a seat?” he gestures to the breakfast bar stools. I take a seat and watch while Chase cooks breakfast. Kade is making coffee; James is now making some sort of healthy shake in the blender. Chase pours me a coffee and sits in down in front of me, along with the pancakes he made. “Layla doesn’t drink coffee,” Kade says instantly. It’s true, I don’t. Chase’s chin jerks up and something flickers in his eyes. He takes the coffee and practically slams it in the sink, before storming off to his room. James and I both stare at Kade. Kade and James are trying to fight laughter. And failing. “What? You don’t!” Kade says, shrugging. I groan. Time for damage control. I get up and make my way to Chase’s room. I knock on his door, but no answer. I listen and can faintly hear the shower running. I sigh, and head back to the kitchen to finish my pancakes. They are delicious. By the time Chase walks back out, I’m attempting to study, which really is code for me online shopping. “Hey,” he says, still looking slightly agitated. “Hey, you over your tantrum?” I tease. “Layla..” he admonishes, “I don’t like it.” I know exactly what he is referring to. He doesn’t like the fact that we are.. Whatever we are... yet his brothers know me better and have spent much more time with me.

“You would have met me earlier if you came out of your room after you kicked that woman out,” I say, not helping at all. Chase growls. “That’s it! We are spending all our time together. Every. Single. Minute!” “Should I drop out of university?” I ask, trying to keep a straight face. “Layla..” He says before giving me a punishing kiss. “We should start right now,” I suggest, “I have this huge assignment, that I need to hand in for the first day of class. We could do it together!” I’m a genius. Chase laughs huskily, “Nice try Layla. Besides, I’m pretty sure Ebay isn’t studying.” He kisses me once more, before walking out of the room. I groan loudly. Study time. ****** Chase is finally getting his massage. He is on his stomach, on my bed, and I’m drizzling oil onto his back. I work my way from his elbow up to his shoulder, massaging his tattoo. “You’re tattoo is so sexy,” I blurt out, checking out the tribal prints and patterns that adorn half his arm. “I’m glad you approve,” he rumbles quietly. I move up to his neck and shoulders, and Chase groans. The sound is pure sex, and I clear my throat. This man is too fine for his own good. After about twenty minutes I’m done, and Chase has fallen asleep. I giggle. He is so adorable. I place a kiss on his cheek, covering his body with my black sparkly bed cover. I do a little reading while he naps. He deserves his rest, his phone is always ringing, and he never gets peace like this. I lie next to him, and eventually fall asleep. That night I get dolled up. Chase is taking me out somewhere. I stare in the mirror, and check over my hair and makeup. My hair is down and in crimped waves, parted down the middle. I’m wearing a gold Grecian headband over my forehead. I’ve gone with my trademark red lips and winged eyeliner, adding a little gold shimmer. My black chiffon flowy dress completes my ethereal look. I walk out and get catcalls from Kade and James. “Layla! I wanna lay ya!” Yells out Kade. He does a little obscene grinding thrusting move with his pelvis. Well, hell. “You couldn’t handle this, Kade!” I banter. “You are fucking hot, Layla!” James adds.

“Thank you, James,” I say sincerely. Chase walks out of his room and his mouth opens. “Angel,” he says softly, but I hear him. “You look stunning Layla,” he whispers in my ear. I get goose bumps. “Stop perving on my woman Kade!” Chase mock growls, as he’s looking at his brothers. They both grin, unrepentant. We say bye and then head out. When Chase pulls up at Club Deception, I must say I am surprised. He is looking over at me, taking in my reaction. “Aren’t you going to ask why we are here?” “I assume it’s because you like it here?” I say stupidly. “We met here,” he says simply. “We did,” I agree. “And I am now the owner,” he says proudly. “What?” I burst out. He nods. “Come on, let’s go in, I have something to show you.” We walk into the VIP area, where it has been closed off and a dinner table set up with candles. It looks beautiful. Chase pulls my chair out for me and I take a seat. The music is still loud from downstairs, but with the doors closed we can still hear each other perfectly. We are served a delicious dinner, and Chase treats me like a princess. Chase puts some of his chocolate cheesecake on his fork and feeds it to me. “You even eat sensually Layla, I don’t think you are even aware of it,” he says huskily. I scoff. I don’t eat daintily at all. I just eat. “I told you- you don’t even realize. How sexy you are, how fucking beautiful..” He feeds me another mouth of cheesecake, his eyes half-mast and never leaving my lips. The sexual tension reaching an all-time high, he leans over and kisses the very corner of my mouth. “You have a little chocolate..” he murmurs, as he leans in again, this time kissing me on my mouth, giving me a deep kiss, which I greedily accept. When his lips finally leave mine, I am panting. Chase adjusts his pants, and I can’t help the smug smile that spreads on my lips. Chase sees it and bites me playfully on my neck. “Let’s go home, Layla,” he says hoarsely. We get home and I’m following him into his room, seduction on my mind. I start kissing him,

removing his shirt. “Layla, I want to, so fucking bad, but not yet,” he pleads. I wonder how long his determination can hold out. I start kissing him again, tasting him. I rub my hand over his arousal, and he growls, stepping away from me. “Layla, fuck! I want you so bad, it almost hurts. But you’re not ready,” he says, his voice full of need, and also a little regret. “Don’t assume you know what I’m ready for, Chase!” I hiss, getting angry. “Look Layla, I’ve never done this before. Gotten to know a woman before jumping into bed with her. Just bear with me, please. It will be worth it in the end, I promise you,” he begs. “Fine,” I relent. “I’ll make you feel so fucking good Layla. You are going to be so worth the wait. It’s fucking torture, but it’s what I need, okay?” I nod slowly in agreement. We kiss goodnight and I leave his room, glancing at him one last time, before I close the door. He is raking his hands through his thick black hair, pulling at the strands at the end. I sigh. It’s a little hard being the only girl he won’t sleep with, even with his reasoning. I jump in my bed and force myself to go to sleep. The next morning, after another night in my own bed, (Even though Chase ended up sneaking into my bed in the middle of the night again), I wake up before Chase and head into the kitchen to make breakfast. Chase wakes up about twenty minutes later, wearing nothing but a low slung pair of pajama pants. He is seriously hot. “Mmmmm, smells good Layla,” he says, burying his face in my hair. “It’s ready,” I tell him, putting the stove off. Chase scoops me up in his arms and carries me to sit at the table. “You sit here,” He mumbles, heading back to the kitchen and pulling out two plates. He serves for both of us and even pours me a juice. We eat our meal together, touching each other at every opportunity. Kade walks in while I’m loading the dishwasher, wearing basketball shorts and running shoes. Chase stares at him thoughtfully. “Nice of you to wear clothes around the house now that Layla is here,” he tells his brother. I almost drop my plate. Kade clears his throat. “Well, I’m going for a run.” And he walks out, giving me a parting grin. “What was that about,” Chase asks suspiciously. “Nothing,” I say quickly. A little too quickly. “Layla,” he growls, his body comes in closer, hands tightening on my waist in silent warning.

“Fine, but it was nothing, so don’t over react!” Okay, well, maybe it was something. I did see Kade’s penis. “Layla!” He almost shouts. “There might have been a naked incident, or two,” I say, trying to play it off. I watch as Chase clenches his jaw, almost grinding his teeth. “You saw him naked?” he says slowly. I shrug nonchalantly. “I’m going to kill him,” he hisses. I leave out the part of Kade seeing me half naked, because I’m smart like that. Chase goes into his room and comes out in his running gear. “Going for a run, I’ll be back,” he says, placing a kiss on my forehead. Hmm, I can just imagine who he is going to run into. I sigh. Men. An hour later, Kade and Chase both walk in together, covered in mud. They must have got into it. Or rolled into it. I burst out laughing. They both give me matching scowls, and I laugh harder. That is, until Chase grabs me and pulls me into a mud filled hug. “Chase!” I scream.

Chapter Nine Chase and I were sitting on the deck. I was drinking a margarita and painting my toe nails a bright fire engine red, and Chase was sipping on a beer and making calls, on and off, to work. “You could actually just go into work you know. Like everyone else has to...” I teased. “I could, but then I wouldn’t be sitting here enjoying the view, would I?” He gestures towards my short white summer dress. I stick my tongue out at him. He narrows his eyes at me. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, baby.” I slowly stick my tongue out once again, but this time I lick my lower lip. Chase slams his drink down and looks like he’s about to pounce on me, when his phone rings He glances and it and then growls. “Fuck, I gotta take this. Don’t move a muscle babe,” he orders, getting up and heading into the house. After about ten minutes, he walks back out, looking playful as ever. He picks me up and swings me around. “Let’s go to the beach beautiful. I think seeing you in a bikini would make my day.” He kisses me on the temple and I hurry inside to get changed. I pick my red string bikini; it’s my favorite because it compliments my olive skin tone. I put a dress over it, and pack my necessities. It takes us thirty minutes to get there. The beach is completely packed out, and we sit towards the back, away from too much of the commotion. I flop my bag down and take off my dress. The heat in Chase’s eyes makes me feel so sexy, so wanted. He rubs sunscreen all over me from head to toe. He looks amazing only wearing his board shorts. I can see a lot off female eyes on him. “Chase, I think you should put your shirt on before you become a tourist attraction.” I tease. He chuckles, and starts tickling me. “Look who’s talking, if I had my say you would be completely covered. Not even a little bit of your skin showing.” I laugh. We are lost in our own world when we hear a “Umm.. Hi, Mr. Jackson.” Chase and I both glance up to see three women standing there staring at him. One is twirling her hair with her finger, one biting her lip and the other is blatantly sticking her chest out. I groan. Some women. Chase smiles politely, but not very warmly. “Ladies..” he nods his head at them, then turns back to me, ignoring them completely, until the hair twiddler steps forward. She has long bleached blonde hair and blue eyes, and her pink bikini leaves nothing to the imagination. “We haven’t seen you at work for some time Sir, that is, we were wondering..”

I gasp out loud when she says she works with him, or for him I assume. Chase hears it and he tries his best to get rid of these women ASAP. “Ladies I’m sorry but I’m here with my woman.. so...” he says in a toneless voice. “Of course Mr. Jackson, perhaps when you and she are done, you can give me a call?” she purrs. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.” This came from Chase. My thoughts exactly, but vocalized by him. The girls stare at each other, now unsure. “It’s just that, we heard, that like..” This is from the one biting her lip. Short sleek brown hair, brown eyes, extremely tan and freckled, she was wearing a white one piece swimsuit that was only made a one piece by the thin chain attaching the top to the bottom. Chase pulls down his sun glasses, so they can see the animosity in his eyes. “What part about I’m sitting here with my fucking woman do you not understand? I’m taken. This woman here,” he gestures to me, “she owns me. So.. I’m.not.fucking.interested,” he bites out. They flinch back, before hastily mumbling goodbye. He glances at me and sighs, obviously expecting an interrogation. Which he gets. “They work for you?” I say this slowly. “Well, I suppose they do. I don’t personally know all my employees.” He says defensively. “Are you sure about that?” I mutter, more to myself, but he hears it anyway. “Layla, let’s just enjoy our day okay. No arguing.” “Fine.” I say rudely. I’m still in shock over the ‘she owns me’ comment he made. Wow, that is some heavy stuff right there. Chase smirks and says, “I’m pretty sure those are fighting words baby.” I roll my eyes and purse my lips to stop myself from smiling. ****** “When am I going to get a ride on that sexy Harley of yours?” I ask Chase when we pulled up to the house. Ever since I found out it was his, I’ve been eyeing it. I’ve never seen him ride it. He gives me a slow, sexy smirk. “Oh, you want a ride, do you baby?” he drawls “You know I do, but I’ll take a ride on your bike, since that’s all you are offering!” I smirk. He laughs, “How about right now? I’m free, and now that you have mentioned it, I can’t wait to have you pressed up behind me.”

“Wait, I need some proper clothes to wear. I don’t want to be a squid!” Don’t tell me that you don’t learn things from Sherrilyn Kenyon’s books. Chase’s eyebrows rise and then he bursts out laughing. “I was going to give you my leather jacket, will that work?” “I guess it will do.” I smirk. Luckily I’m already wearing jeans and my combat boots with skulls on them. We walk to the bike and he lifts me on to the Harley, puts the leather jacket on me, and a helmet. He gets on, and I wrap my arms around him, feeling his taut muscle. He is so freaking sexy. I groan, causing him to chuckle. “Hold on tight beautiful” he rumbles. He doesn’t have to tell me twice. We ride around for about two hours, and I keep singing Grease two’s ‘Cool rider’ in my head. When we finally get home, Chase pulls my helmet off and gives me such a heated passionate kiss, my insides melt. He winks at me, carrying me off the bike and into the house, holding me like one would a bride on her wedding night. How did I get so lucky?

Chapter Ten Before I know it my classes start and Chase and I develop a routine. He drops me off at classes most days, if his work schedule is flexible, and then he will pick me up and take me out for dinner, a movie or we will stay in and I’ll cook for everyone. A lot of the times Chase will deal with his business on the phone so he doesn’t have to go in at all. Must be good to be king. We are all sitting around the table having a few drinks, the guys’ playing cards, the four of us laughing and carrying on. I’m sitting on Chase’s lap, while he slams his cards on the table, winning his third hand in a row. “I’m pretty sure Layla is your good luck charm. Let her come sit on my lap so I can prove my theory.” This is coming from Kade, who is sitting there wearing jeans and a tight white V neck top, his hair loose around his face. His eyes are alight with mischief. “Seedy much?” I banter with Kade. Chase glances at him and scoffs. “Nice try, bro. But you are welcome to bring your own good luck charm next game.” A smile traces Kade’s lips. “Too many choices, how do I know which one will bring me luck? Maybe I’ll bring a couple of hot girls next time, and have a different one sit on my lap for each game.” Chase looks into my eyes when he says, “Oh trust me, you will know.” James laughs, “Oh, how the mighty have fallen!” Chase simply grins and nuzzles my nape, placing a few chaste kisses there. My phone rings, and I sigh as I see it’s my mother calling. “I better take this.” I get up to move off his lap but he holds me there, not letting me go. “Chase let me up.” “No,” he says as he wraps his arms tighter around me. I sigh. Guess I’m taking this call in front of all of them. “Hi mama.” In a slightly accented voice, my mother replies. “Layla, are you too busy to call your own mother these days?” “No I..” She cuts me off before I can continue. “I have your sister on the other side of the world, and you, not even keeping in touch. How’s school? You better be studying Layla, and not partying with these men you live with.” “Of course I’m...”

“We miss you. Will you come home soon, or shall we come there? I don’t mind coming there to see these men you are living with. I still don’t like it Layla, it’s not very proper.” “I’ll come as soon as I get holidays from school.” I finally get a sentence in, and I avoid her last comment. Chase is massaging my back seriously messing with my concentration. “Okay mama I’m studying right now, tell dad I love him.” “Okay Layla. I hope you are eating healthy!” “I am I prom....” I can feel Chase’s body shaking silently. “Good darling, you know you need to watch that figure..” Someone kill me. “Bye mama.” “Bye sweetheart, remember that you don’t have to drink alcohol to fit in.” I hang up and groan. And that would be why I moved away from home. I glance up to see everyone’s eyes on mine, then they all burst out laughing. “It is not funny!” “It is, you barely got two words in.” Chase chuckles. “Yeah, I was too busy being lectured!” James walks past and musses my hair. “I hope you aren’t drinking to fit in Layla.” They all chuckle and my face goes red. Great of course they heard that. “You’re mother sounds fun; I can’t wait to meet her.” Oh great, that is just what I need. “Where is your mother? I’m sure I’d love to listen to a few stories about you guys.” Chase grins, “She’s overseas right now. She travels a lot; when she gets back you can meet her. I’m her favorite, you know.” He looks smug. Kade scoffs. “Bull shit. I am her favorite!” James groans, “I didn’t wanna mention it, but she told me I was!” I burst out laughing, while the three of them continue arguing. I’m pretty sure their mother is playing all of them. ******

Later that night I’m in bed snuggling with Chase, watching Game of Thrones. “If you keep staring at him like that, I’m going to ban you from watching this!” He grumbles. “As if you could!” I tease. “Come on Layla, you are practically drooling! Right in front of me!” he complains. By now, I’m trying to contain my laughter. “If I ever see this Jason Momoa, I’m going to kick his ass!” He’s practically pouting. “You want to take on Conan the Barbarian? Really?” I tease. “I think it would be a fair fight,” he flexes his biceps, showing off. I stick my face into the pillow laughing. When I come up for air I assure him, “Don’t worry Chase you’re my number one man. Is your ego better now?” The corner of his lip twitches and I ache to kiss it. His eyes darken as he takes me in staring at his lips. “Chase,” I rasp. “Yes, baby.” “Kiss me.” He does, and it’s perfect. ****** I wake up in the middle of the night, to find the bed empty. I check my phone and it says two am, I walk into the kitchen, where I can hear someone ravaging through the food cupboards. It’s Chase, only wearing a pair of superman boxer shorts. “Miserable fucking bastards..” he’s muttering to himself. He bangs closed one cupboard and opens another. “Chase? What are you doing?” I ask softly. He turns around and gives me a lopsided smile when he sees me. “Sorry baby, did I wake you?” he asks in a tender voice. “I woke up and you weren’t in bed.”

“Sorry, I had a craving. Except I can’t find them! And I’m going to kill one of my brothers, I’m guessing Kade!” he growls. “What exactly are you looking for?” He looks sheepish. “My stash of Twix bars.” I blink. “You’re looking for Twix chocolate bars at two in the morning?” He huffs, “Yeah well, everyone has their vices.” I snorted a laugh. “Honey, come to bed. I’ll buy you a shit load tomorrow.” “It’s the principle! They know not to touch my stash!” Okay this is getting ridiculous. “Chase! Bed now,” I hiss. “Fine.” He sulks. “I know it’s not a Twix, but I do have a Snickers bar in my handbag, if you are interested.” He perks up. “Really?” I giggle. “Come on.” I open my giant handbag and search for the chocolate bar. Chase is watching me eagerly, drumming his fingers impatiently. I purposely take my time finding it, laughing to myself as I finally pull it out from the bottom and hand it to him. He almost snatches it off me, and gives me a huge smile. “You are the fucking best, Layla! I knew I loved that huge handbag filled with crap.” He eats the chocolate bar with relish, brushes his teeth then comes back to bed. “Night baby.” He kisses my neck. “Night Chase,” I mumble back. ****** The next morning I text Nikki, I haven’t heard much from her since she was last here. We’ve texted a few times, but she has been too busy with school to drop by. Today was no different. Kade comes in and takes a seat beside me. “What’s up princess?” He asks, as he sips on his coffee. “I’m having Nikki withdrawals,” I grumble, “She hasn’t been coming over and I miss her.”

When I mention Nikki, I notice Kade still. “Has she mentioned why she can’t come over?” His voice low. “No, just says she’s busy with classes and stuff,” I sulk. He seems lost in thought, then gets up and says he is going out for a bit.

Chapter Eleven Two weeks later It’s my day off and I’ve decided to do some volunteer work at the animal shelter. I’m a huge animal lover, and want to help out in any way I can. I’m about to leave the house when all three guys come out of the kitchen and ask me where I’m going. “Going to the animal shelter to volunteer for a bit.” I say. All three guys stare, surprised. “You’re so cute Laylay,” Kade says smirking. “Hey, you’re breaking the rules using that name!” I say, annoyed. I really hate that stupid nickname. “It was a slip! My bad,” Kade says, completely unapologetic. “It’s your day off and you are going to the shelter? I thought we could go out for a movie or something,” Chase sulks. I laugh, “You’re going to work, and I’m going to help.” I smile up at him; he sighs, leaning over and giving me a kiss. ****** I walk in and meet the man at reception, whose name is Gage. He’s about thirty five, with warm brown eyes and blonde hair. The shelter is in a large warehouse looking building. “Okay, so are you up for walking some of the dogs?” he asks me after giving me a tour. I nod. I could no doubt use the exercise too. “How many should I take at a time?” I ask nervously. Gage grins. “Depends how difficult the dog is.” “Perhaps I’ll start small,” I mutter, walking past the huge greyhound and towards a poodle mix. After two hours of walking, I’m finished for the day. “I’ll see you next week, if you can make it,” Gage says. “I’ll be here,” I tell him. I go straight home and have a long hot shower. Chase comes home about an hour later, hot and sweaty after a long run. “If it isn’t my favorite girl,” he drawls. “I better be your only girl,” I tease.

“You’re a handful, Layla, I don’t think I could handle anyone extra,” he says cheekily. I throw a pillow at him. He ducks. “See! I can barely handle you,” he smirks. I pull out my phone and play ‘Handle me’ by Robyn for him to listen to the lyrics. He laughs- a deep throaty sound. “What’s the plan for tonight? I’m hungry. I think we should go to the pub,” I suggest. “I suppose we can do that. Have to feed my woman, can’t be letting her lose those curves I’m so fond of,” he says in a husky tone. “Chicken, jack potato and a salad,” I plan what I’m going to eat already. I really am hungry. Chase shakes his head at me, “I better go shower and get dressed before you get hungrier and therefore grumpier.” “I do not get grumpy!” I say defensively. Kade and James walk in together, and Chase invites them out to dinner. “Come out and eat with us, but hurry, Layla’s already starving,” he looks at his brothers with wide eyes. Kade grimaces. “We better go now people. Hurry up!” While James nods knowingly. “I’ll be five minutes.” They all leave to get ready. I’m not that grumpy when I’m hungry. Am I? Chase is no longer concerned about me being around Kade and James. My theory is that any woman in the house was free game. I was the first woman who wasn’t, so he needed to set boundaries. His brothers are nothing but loyal. They tease me and play around, but I know that they only see me as a little sister. ****** ` I’m awkwardly sitting in Kade’s Hummer next to a random girl he picked up at the pub. Weirdly, this is the first girl I’ve seen Kade bring home in a while. James and Kade are in the front, and I’m in the back, sandwiched between Chase and Crystal. She keeps glancing over at Chase, and I feel my claws coming out. Chase does look hot today; he’s wearing faded jeans and a tight white V neck top. His arms are ripped, and I can almost see his toned stomach through his T shirt. Yummy. Only problem is, so can Miss Crystal over here. She’s twirling her hair in her hand, and I’m pouting, with my arms crossed over my chest. I realized something today. I’m so used to being at home with all three brothers, joking around and such, that now when they go out and pick up and ignore me, I find myself acting like a two year old and sulking. Chase is watching me and his eyes narrow on mine

perceptively. I watch as he bites his lip to stop himself from smiling. “What’s so funny Chase?” I’m in the mood for a fight. “You are, baby,” He full on grins now. “You’re acting like a spoilt child.” Kade looks at me through the rear view mirror and frowns. “What’s wrong, princess?” he asks in a concerned tone. Crystal bristles at the endearment. “Nothing,” I grumble. Chase bursts out laughing, and I narrow my eyes and stare at him. James turns around and stares at me, curious. “Tell me,” he demands. I glance at Crystal, who is shooting me daggers. “Fine, you all asked for it! What happened to bro’s before hoes? I wanted us to all go out and have a good night together, but no, you had to go off flirting with anything and ignoring me.” There I said it. “You wanted it to be a family dinner?” Kade asks softly. My heart melts. A family. That is exactly what we are. “Yes,” I mumble, now embarrassed at my outburst. Kade smiles through the rear view mirror, his eyes twinkling. “Next time, princess, just the family, okay?” I nod, appeased. Crystal huffs and I look over at her. She’s a stunner that’s for sure. Voluptuous and curvy, she’s has a body to die for. A fiery red head with blue eyes, hell, even I find myself checking her out. Chase laughs again, pulling my attention back to him. “You are so fucking spoilt baby.” He throws an arm around me and kisses me on the head. “You spoil me Chase,” I tell him honestly. “I know I do baby, because you deserve it. I’ll always treat you right. And so will my baby brothers,” he whispers in my ear. “I know,” I sigh, and lay my head on his chest. I love these men. About ten minutes later, my peaceful, happy mood goes straight to hell. “So Chase, do you remember me?” Crystal croons from next to me. My head turns so fast, I’m lucky I

didn’t get whiplash. Chase noticeably stiffens. “Crystal. Not a word,” Kade barks out in an icy tone. She pouts, “But I thought since you were taking me home, we were all going to have a little fun.” My blood boils. I see nothing but red. Kade slams on the breaks and stops the car. Okay, I know I don’t own these men, they aren’t ‘mine’ or anything like that, especially Kade and James. But it hurts that this clueless airheaded bitch next to me has had a piece of all of them. Especially Chase. James gets out of the car and opens Crystal’s door, telling her to get out. “You aren’t serious?” She splutters, stunned. “Get the fuck out of my car. Now!” Kade demands. She hurries out of the car, looking shocked, and pulls out her phone. Probably to call someone to pick her up. Before James can shut the car door, I jump out of the car myself, avoiding Chase, who was reaching to grab me. Immediately all three brothers get out of the car, moving towards me. “What are you doing, Layla?” Chase asks, his voice laced with surprise and concern. “I’m walking home,” I say simply. “The fuck you are!” Chase growls, storming towards me. “Get in the car Layla,” James says softly. I glare at Chase, then at Kade and James. “I don’t deserve this shit!” I yell at all of them. I see Chase flinch. James looks at the floor and Kade rubs the back of his neck with his palm. Yes, I’m being dramatic, I know this. But, hell, I’ve had enough of this shit. “If you guys don’t respect me enough to avoid bringing whores you have all slept with, sitting them in the car right next to me, you can all go to hell!” I start stomping down the pavement. Chase jogs to catch up with me and grabs onto my hips, holding me still. “Get in the car, Layla, we can talk at home. Come on, baby,” he says softly, in a soothing tone. I see a red sports car drive up and Crystal jumps in it. A pretty cute guy is driving it, with the top down. Damn the woman even has back up men to pick her up if other men leave her stranded. I wriggle out of his hold and continue on my dramatic walk home. Chase lets me walk about five

meters, before I’m thrown over his shoulder. “Put me down!” I yell, angry as ever. “You are getting in the fucking car, Layla,” he growls at me, sounding annoyed. I’m placed in the middle, and James sits on one side, Chase on the other. Like I am going to try jump out of a moving car? Now who is being dramatic? I fold my arms and scowl the entire ride home. I ignore them all when they try to talk to me in the car, and push Chase’s hands off any time he tries to touch me. I think the Layla Crawford silent treatment is in order. When he pulls up at the house, I wait for Chase to get out before I storm up to the front door, opening it with my key. I practically run to my room and lock it behind me. An hour later and no one has so much as knocked on my door. I can’t help but feel a little peeved. Where was all the apologizing? “Jerks,” I huff to myself. I force myself to study, when finally, about half an hour later there is a knock on my door. I open it, expecting to see Chase, but instead I get all three of them. They are all standing there holding bouquets of flowers, and sheepish apologetic smiles. Chase is holding sunflowers, which is my favorite flower, and Kade and James both have white roses. I look over at Kade, gasping when I see he has a cut lip. “What happened Kade?” I ask, worried. Kade narrows his eyes on Chase, and my eyes widened in realization. Chase clears his throat, drawing my gaze back to him. “We’re sorry,” they all say simultaneously. I can’t help it when my lip twitches faintly. “I’m sorry Layla, it was my fault. I was the one who brought her; I didn’t think anything of it. It was my bad judgment.” I sigh, and give Kade a huge hug. “Okay, get your fucking hands off her now,” Chase complains behind me. I giggle and let Kade go, taking the roses from him. I step to James and give him a peck on the cheek. “Thank you, James,” I tell him sincerely. He gives me a wink back, and hands me the roses. Arms full of white roses; I give Chase a cheeky grin. He shakes his head at me and takes my chin in his hands, lifting my face up for a scorching kiss. “Don’t be mad, okay,” he demands. “Okay,” I grin, satisfied. I put all three bouquets in various vases and smile. I turn to all of them and say, “You guys all know I was over reacting, right?” All three of them shake their heads at me.

Chapter Twelve Three months pass and Chase and I are still inseparable. He’s been away on business once, for three days, which seriously sucked. He made Kade and James babysit me the entire time. I know he’s been trying to avoid going away as much as he can. From what James has mentioned, this is the most he’s been home. Ever. We still haven’t had sex. Although I can sense his control waning. I started my job at the salon, it’s a small business but the girls are nice enough, and I really enjoy myself when I’m there. Chase gets moody every time I work; he wants me to stay with him. Too bad for him. “Why should you work when I have plenty of money? It makes no fucking sense Layla!” he says. But it’s just something I need to do for myself; I am not going to take advantage of him, and I do genuinely like the work. Tonight I’m on a mission. Mission seduce Chase. He won’t be able to resist me this time. Hopefully. Chase is out picking up dinner, and I’m getting dolled up. It’s Saturday night so Kade and James are out doing whatever it is they do. They left separately; they are both pretty secretive at times. I’m wearing a black teddy, with garters and thigh highs, black stiletto pumps, and my favorite red lipstick. My hair is down and curly, with lots of volume at the front. I’m wearing a satin red robe on the top to give me a semblance of modesty. I can hear his car pull into the driveway, and I run into his room, almost tripping over on the way. Very smooth Layla. I put on my ‘set the mood’ playlist on my iPod, and J Holiday’s ‘Bed’ is now drifting through the speakers. Chase opens the door and I can hear him walking into the kitchen and putting the food onto the table. “Layla! Come and eat beautiful!” He yells. When I don’t respond he calls out my name again, and then comes in search of me. He comes straight to his room and when he opens the door I’m standing there, staring at him, wondering what to do with my hands or what pose would be most enticing. As soon as I see him I just decide on getting to the point, and drop the robe, leaving me standing there, looking like a sex kitten. Chase’s response is priceless. His eyes are wide, like blue pools, his mouth slightly open. He shakes his head, as if clearing it. His eyes transform as the shock fades, and turns into something else. His eyes are heated, smoldering; I can see the want in them, the need. “You so fucking sexy Layla, you have no idea what you do to me.” His voice is strained. “Fuck, I’m a lucky man.” He walks towards me slowly, and takes my chin in his hand. He starts kissing me, gently at first, then deeper. He pulls away and makes a noise from deep inside his throat. “Are you sure, we don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.” “I’m more than ready.” I’m practically panting. He starts to peel my teddy off, leaving me standing there in my heels and thigh highs. He takes me in, looking over every inch of me. I don’t really have any problems with my body, but I’m still shy at him

looking at me so blatantly. I’m sure my cheeks are bright red. “Beautiful, every inch of you is beautiful.” I know my body attracts male attention. I’m not vain, but it is what it is. I have big boobs, a tiny waist with full hips and thighs. The way Chase is staring at me, is making my body tingly all over, and my legs feel weak. He is still fully dressed. He touches my cheek, and then drags his finger gently down my neck, my shoulder, my breast, and right over my nipple. I moan. Chase chuckles, a deep sensual sound, filled with promises. In an instant his mouth is on mine, demanding entry. He deepens the kiss, moving his tongue with mine. His mouth moves from my lips down my neck, leaving a wet trail of kisses. He lifts me up by my waist and places me in the middle of the bed. I watch as he seductively undresses himself, removing every article of clothing. He is stunning. His lean build has the perfect amount of muscle, the V of his hips directing my gaze lower. I glance up at him to see the corner of his mouth turn up. He knows I like what I see. Hell, he has a reason to be proud, that’s for damn sure. Not that I’m an expert- far from it. But to me he is everything I have ever dreamed of in a man. His erection twitches and seems to be pointing right at me. I gulp. Chase leans on the bed then raises himself over me. “Chase..” He silences me with his lips. I guess the time for talking is over. He pulls my heels off and throws them on the ground, leaving me only in my thigh high stockings. There is something I need to tell him though. What was it again? He kisses me deeply once again, down my neck, trailing lower and lower. After lavishing attention on my breasts, he goes lower yet, causing me to moan loudly. Holy hell this is the first time any man has done this to me and I can see what all the fuss is about. A moaning sound fills me room, and I vaguely realize that it is coming from me. A warmth builds up in my stomach, and when he sucks on my clit, I explode. My legs are still shaking when I come back to reality and Chase has a primal, satisfied look on his face. “Beautiful, I don’t think I will ever get enough of watching that.” His voice is so strained, so raw. I can tell his control is at an end. Before I can wrap my head around it, he grabs a condom from the drawer, puts it on and slides into me with one push. There was something I meant to tell him... ‘Fuck!’ I scream. Yes another ‘fuck’ moment. That seriously hurt. I can see the realization in Chase’s face, his eyebrows almost hitting his hairline. Still inside, me he stills, blue crystal eyes narrowing accusingly. “Layla. Baby.. What the fuck? Why didn’t you tell me? ” He puts his head in the crook of my neck, breathing heavily. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He mutters. My thoughts exactly. He moves to pull out of me, but I wrap my legs around his hips to keep him in

place. “Don’t stop. Please.” I beg him softly. His lips fuse to mine and he kisses me tenderly, whilst slowly pushing in and out. The pain turns to extreme pleasure. I’ve definitely been missing out. He grinds his hips into mine with smooth strokes, and I find myself lifting my hips to meet his. “So fucking tight,” I hear him murmur, “So fucking beautiful Layla.” His fingers find my sweet spot and after a minute or so, I can feel myself coming again. The release is consuming, mind numbing. This time Chase finishes with me, keeping his eyes on mine the whole time. The whole thing was intense and so freaking perfect. I couldn’t have imagined a more perfect first time. The reasons for my innocence are boring. I wasn’t saving myself for the one or anything like that. It was a combination of many things. I wasn’t ready when I was dating my ex, Kyle, and when he got sick of waiting, he found someone else to give it to him. I didn’t really date after that. Add work, school and my over protective cousin Ryder onto that, and I paint a pretty pathetic picture. I tend to keep to myself too, so I didn’t give many men the opening for a chance with me. Lost in thought for those few seconds, Chase reclaims my attention when he kisses my damp forehead, then pulls out and goes into the bathroom, returning with a wet cloth to clean me up. He returns to the bathroom and I can hear him filling up the bath. He walks back over to me and kisses my lips softly. “How are you feeling?” I smile lazily and stretch my body, “Wonderful.” His eyes follow my body, landing on my breasts, causing me to giggle. He raises his eyebrow at me. “Now that I’ve had a taste, I think I’m going to be addicted.” With that, he picks me up and carries me to the bathroom, gently placing me in the bath, which he has filled with bubbles. Cute. He kisses the top of my head, and then leaves me alone to soak for a while. He comes back with a towel and lifts me out of the bath, dries me off and places me back onto his bed, which now has new sheets on it. I assume there was blood. He lays down next to me and pulls the black comforter over the both of us. “Baby, you should have told me,” he whispers to me, “I would have been gentler. Fuck, I knew you were pretty innocent, but I didn’t think you were a virgin. I thought maybe you had one lover, or something. I can’t lie, the caveman in me loves that I’m your first.” He spoons me, and I fit perfectly against his body, his muscle against my softness. “I was going to tell you but then I got distracted. And Chase, it was perfect how it was.” He kisses the top of my head, and whispers “Thank you for giving that to me.” I fall asleep with a smile on my face.

Chapter Thirteen I wake to find myself alone in bed, leaving me instantly disappointed. There is a note left on my pillow. My beautiful girl, I had to get up early and go to work. I will be home around seven. Let me take you out to dinner again. I brought you some breakfast it’s on the kitchen table. My numbers in your phone, call me when you get up. Last night was… amazing. Chase I lazily stay in bed for another hour before getting myself up and in the shower. I’m a little sore, but nothing too drastic. I make quick calls to my parents and Nikki, just checking in. I also email my sister Tenielle, who is off in Europe somewhere, feeding her wanderlust. In the kitchen, Chase has brought me all kind of things from a bakery, ham and cheese croissants, quiches, mini pizzas and a muffin. I eat the croissant and leave the rest for Kade and James. The doorbell rings and I open it to find two girls standing there. Maybe James and Kade invited girls over, Nikki did just tell me they weren’t seeing each other. The girls look me over and give me dirty looks. They are both wearing short dresses, high heels, and both have bleached blonde hair with long extensions. Bimbo number one addresses me before I can ask if I can help them. “Who are you? Never mind. I’m here to see Chase.” I was sure I heard her wrong. Because not only was she asking for my man. It’s been months since the last incident, and I thought this was finally done with. She was also talking in some fake baby voice which made my skin crawl. Did men find this attractive? Women who tried to sound like insolent toddlers? Apparently Chase likes it runs through my head. Oh hell. My own brain is turning against me. Before I could answer with some witty reply, Kade’s voice drifts from behind me. “Hey girls. Come in.” I step back from the door and watch as they step into the house. Bimbo one gives me a smug look and Kade gives me an apologetic one. His blonde hair is tied at the base of his neck today and it looks pretty sexy. “Where’s Chase?” Bimbo two asks. “He’s not available, and he won’t be. He’s off the market.” He growls out, looking annoyed. She sneers, “Chase is always available. He doesn’t do commitment.” “He’s taken. Now shut up about it,” Kade growls, glancing at me. The girls both stare daggers at me, obviously getting the idea that Chase is now with me.

“Girls, why don’t you go and give James a wakeup call he will appreciate.” Kade suggests. Both girls giggle. I slowly follow them to see both girls go into James’ room. Huh, I wonder why Kade didn’t take one of them. As soon as I hear suggestive noises, I know that it’s time to split. I go to a café and order a large apple juice, since I don’t drink coffee. I don’t like milk, sue me. Although I do eat ice cream, just not yogurt, milk shakes or anything like that. Yes I’m a little different. I also get myself a ham and cheese croissant. I hear Ed Sheeran sing as Chase’s name pops up on my phone. “Hello?” I mumble around a bite of croissant. “Layla, are you okay?” He sounds a little frantic. “Yeah, why?” “My brothers just rang me, they said..” “What? That two girls came to the house asking for you? Your screw buddies. Both of them, I assume.” A few moments silence. “Layla, I told you..” “Yeah you did. But perhaps you should call your harem and let them know you are unavailable now. Or maybe you are available. If this is casual, that’s fine with me. Just let me know so I know the score and can avoid feeling stupid when I encounter situations like this. Which with you, seems like an everyday occurrence. I’m getting so sick of this Chase.” With that, I hang up. Take that Chase Jackson! My phone rings a couple times then stops. I suppose he’s taking the hint that I’m avoiding him. I pull out my kindle and allow Kristen Ashley to improve my mood, which keeps me occupied for about an hour. I’m wondering how to get an in with a hot biker guy, when someone walks up to my table and clears their throat. It’s Candy, the girl from the restaurant. At least it’s not the baby voice one. Hey I’m a glass half full kinda girl. I raise my eyebrow at her when she sneers at me. “So, you’re Chase’s flavor of the week?” she purrs. “Tell him to call me when he’s done with you. I know that will be soon. He’s, like, way too hot for you.” “It’s been way longer than a week. Try a couple months,” I brag. Candy looks momentarily surprised, but she recovers and scoffs, “Bullshit!” “Believe what you want. I tell you what, why don’t you just ask him yourself next time you weirdly happen to be in the same place we are.” I’m so over this conversation.

She still stands there, looking stupid. I sigh, and put down my kindle. “If I’m so unattractive why are you acting all threatened? Run along now.” I smile sweetly. Kill them with kindness I say. They never know what to think. Chase rings again and I figure this is the perfect time to answer. “Hello Chase..” “Layla, if you fucking hang up on me again…” I cut off his rant. “Guess where I am right now?” I guess his curiosity beats his anger. “What? Where are you? Are you okay?” “I’m fine. Just having juice with your friend Candy.” Silence. “Who the fuck is Candy?” I crack up laughing. “This is not fucking funny, Layla. Get your ass home now!” “I can’t. Candy is telling me juicy information about you!” I can hear him grind his teeth. I look up to talk to Candy, but she’s not even standing there anymore. That wasn’t very nice of her. I guess play time is over. “Do you and your brothers just share girls?” More silence. “Chase?” “Hold on Layla, I’m just tracking your phone.” He mumbles distractedly. “Tracking my… hell! Chase, I’m coming home now. Calm down.” Stalker much. “Game over Layla.” He hangs up on me. Hypocrite! Argh! I drop by the grocery store on the way home and get groceries to cook dinner for everyone. I text Nikki. L: Dinner at mine at 7! I haven’t seen that much of Nikki, and I have my suspicions. I think she’s avoiding Kade. Because she’s terrible at making up excuses, and she’s always trying to get me to come to her house, instead of her coming to mine, because her ‘cat is sick’. She doesn’t even have a cat. I giggle, that girl is so

crazy. By the time I get home Chase isn’t even there. He was probably calling from work and wasn’t even home! Jerk! No one is home, so I get in the kitchen and start cooking. An hour or so later, the table is set with a huge lasagne, two different salads, garlic bread, wine and beer. This is a simple meal for me; I’m pretty decent in the kitchen. By the time everyone gets home I’m showered and in my pajamas. These ones have large ice creams all over them. My sister and I have a thing for weird and fruity pajamas, we like to see who can find the most unusual ones. We are weird like that. I’m sitting at the dining table when he stomps in the house, scowl firmly in place. He sees me sitting there sipping on wine and his face softens, his scowl slipping. “Baby..” “What?” “You. You’re adorable. I was coming in here expecting you to be pissed, and ready for battle. But instead you’re sitting here in your ridiculously cute pajamas, after cooking for all of us, sipping on wine. Fuck, it smells good too.” A smile traces my lips. He walks over and takes the wine glass out of my hand, setting it down, then pulls me into his arms. I’m sitting in his lap while he whispers sweet nothings in my ear as Kade and James walk in. “Fuck, something smells good!” James walks in beaming. They take in the meal that I set out. Kade mutters a “Fuck yeah.” They both sit down and start loading their plates. So much for waiting for Nikki. Kade takes a few mouths and moans. “I remember when you said you couldn’t cook, Layla!” He growls with his mouth half full. “She probably knew we would try to get her to slave away in the kitchen every day, I haven’t had home cooked meals since I moved out of Mum’s house.” James adds. I can feel Chase’s body shake with laughter. James narrows his eyes on me, then his lips twitch. “You all fucking owe me for finding her!” We all laugh. Chase is feeding me from his plate when Nikki walks in. “Honey, I’m home!” she yells out. She walks in and takes in all of us. “Thanks for waiting for me!” She says in mock annoyance. “By the way your door is unlocked. Oh and look at you two!” she gestures to me and Chase. She serves herself, and then takes a seat next to James, not next to Kade. Kade narrows his eyes on her, and a muscle in his jaw clenches. Interesting.

The boys insist on cleaning up, while I chat with Nikki in the lounge room. She puts on ‘She’s the man’ and as usual, we are both laughing so hard. That movie never stops being freaking hilarious.

Chapter Fourteen The next morning, I wake to find myself in Chase’s bed. I must have fallen asleep on the couch with Nikki. I glance over at him, sleeping on his back, looking sexy as hell. With a mischievous smile, I kiss my way down his taut abdomen, laving the ripples with my tongue as I descend. When I reach the indentation of his hips, I slowly pull his pants down and continue kissing my way to my destination. “Layla..” he moans in his sexy sleepy voice. I glance up at him and give him a sultry look before I continue my administrations. I’ve never done this before, but how hard can it be? I giggle. Pun intended. I lick him like a lollipop and apparently I had the right idea. He gently tries to push my head away, mumbling “Baby I’m going to come..” His eyes have been on me the entire time and the heat in them is seriously turning me on. I don’t pull away instead start sucking harder as he finishes. “Good morning.” I mumble at him. He laughs a choked sound. “Best morning ever baby. Now come here because it’s about to get even better for you.” And it did. Best morning ever. “We are going to have to get out of bed eventually, Layla.” Chase says through his laughter. Its 11am and we are still lying in bed, like two honeymooners. “Come on baby, let’s take a shower together.” Hmmm that does sound good. When I don’t move immediately, he jumps on me and starts tickling me. “Okay, okay! I’m getting up!” I love this playful side of him. We both get into his shower, which has plenty of room for two. Chase is washing my hair, massaging my scalp, causing me to sigh appreciatively. I sure could get used to this treatment. I must have said that aloud, because Chase chuckles and says, “You will definitely get used to it.” He stands behind me and starts kissing my neck. He knows I love that. He reaches his arms around and palms my breasts. I lean my head back against him, enjoying all the sensations. I can feel his arousal behind me, hard, and demanding entry. Chase slowly leans me forward and I brace my hands against the bathroom tile. He eases himself into me gently, his hand grabbing onto my hips. I am a little bit sore, but it still feels amazing. I can hear him groan, as he enters me, his lips on my neck, my shoulder. His hips move in and out, until we are both panting. I can feel my orgasm building, the tension about to snap. He bites my neck and I come instantly, the warmth spreading throughout my body, the release hard and powerful. A groan is ripped from Chase’s throat, as though he can feel my orgasm. After the pulsating ends, he grips onto my hips harder and thrusts, until he reaches his climax. After he pulls down he turns me around and kisses me gently.

“Fuck” he mutters. “We didn’t use a condom; we gotta get you on the pill, baby.” Yes we do, I make a mental note to head to the doctor’s ASAP. I mentally count the days, and I shouldn’t be ovulating right now. Dodgy, I know. “That was the first time I’ve ever gone bareback, fuck, it felt so amazing Layla, plus it was with you. Can’t get any better than that.” He kisses me again, slowly, sucking on my bottom lip. He then takes a wash cloth and gently soaps me up again. When we are both done, he turns the shower off and kisses me on the nose. “Best shower ever.” He rumbles. “I agree.” I say, grinning cheekily at him. He wraps me in a huge fluffy towel and dries me himself. I wrap the towel around me and walk to the bedroom door. “Where are you going?” he asks, alarmed. “To my room to get dressed?” I make it a question, even though it isn’t. “You can’t walk out in a towel!” He exclaims. “I don’t think anyone is even home.” I peep out of his door, the house is dead silent. I rip my towel off, and throw it on his bed, then run to my room butt naked. “Layla!” I can hear him calling out my name. I run into my room and put on a matching yellow bra and panty set. Chase storms in looking exasperated. “You love to torture me don’t you?” he growls. “You are lucky they weren’t home or I would have had to kill my own baby brothers.” I roll my eyes. Dramatic much. I run to him and jump on his wrapping my legs around him. He catches me without even stepping back from the impact. I look him in the eye, and then let my gaze wander lower to his lips. I kiss him reverently, once twice. He sighs. “You undo me Layla” I lean my forehead against his and sigh in contentment. “The feeling is mutual.” ****** I’m standing in the kitchen, enjoying the view. That body! That tattoo! I bite my lip and continue my ogling. It’s a tribal design, and almost a half sleeve. I want to trace it with my tongue, I want to.. “My eyes are up here Layla,” I glance up into blue eyes, dancing with amusement. “You are standing here, in only a pair of low slung basketball shorts, cooking me pancakes! This whole scene is hot, what do you expect?”

That earns me a throaty chuckle. He flips the pancake, showing off, and then stretches his hands above his head, causing the muscles in his back to ripple. I sigh. I still can’t believe this is all mine. Chase serves me a plate with three pancakes and passes me the maple syrup. I glance at the syrup, and then back at him, lifting one of my perfectly arched brows. Chase also glances at the syrup, then at me, before saying “First you eat, I won’t have my woman going hungry,” in a dangerously seductive tone. He watches me eat every bite, when I’m finally done he grabs the syrup and drags me off to the bedroom. I’m sure the whole street could have heard my screams. Chase reluctantly goes to work, his phone has been buzzing all day. I walk into the kitchen and whip up some chicken pasta. I eat and then leave the rest for when the men get home. There is a message on the answering machine, so I hit the beep. “Mr. Jackson, we couldn’t reach you on your cell phone. We are having an issue with Miss Belle, please call us back ASAP, thanks.” Huh, I wonder who Miss Belle is. Pushing it from my mind, I’m about to leave to go shopping, when the doorbell rings. I open the door to a delivery man. “Package for Miss Crawford.” I nod. “Sign here please.” I sign, then take the two large boxes into my room. I undo the red ribbon on the first one, and lift open the lid. Inside is a stunning, elegant black satin gown, with a sweet heart neckline. The second box contains a Jimmy Choo shoe box, and also a small box from Tiffany’s. Holy shit, I have never been more spoilt in my entire life. I’m not very materialistic, but this has me overwhelmed. I open the shoe box to see a sexy pair of strappy stilettos. The Tiffany’s box holds a beautiful diamond necklace. I grab the note: Layla, For the event tonight. You are going to look stunning. Chase The charity event. The reason I was about to head out to the shopping center. Chase had invited me to a business function, a charity event held by his company. I glance over the items excitedly, and then pull out my phone to send a text. L: You spoil me. I love everything. Thank you Chase xox C: I can’t wait to see you in it. Xxx I grin, and then head off to the salon to get my hair and makeup done. ******

Chase knocks hesitantly on my door. “Baby, are you ready?” I look at myself in the mirror. The black dress clings to every curve, and I love it. My hair is artistically pinned, wisps of curls falling out. My lips are nude, my eyes smoky. The chain hangs around my neck, nestled between my breasts. I have never felt so beautiful in my life. I open the door and face Chase. He looks delectable, in a black suit and white shirt. I lick my lips. Chase takes in my hair, makeup and dress, his eyes turn heated. He takes my hand and spins me around, causing me to giggle. “Most beautiful woman, I have ever laid eyes on.” I highly doubted that, but he sounds like he means it. “I’m thinking maybe we should stay home, the way that dress clings to your body, shit Layla. I can’t get into a fight at a fucking charity event.” I roll my eyes; he is being dramatic as ever. “You look so handsome Chase, sexy as hell.” He grins and pulls me in for a kiss. “Let’s go baby.”

Chapter Fifteen I’m sitting at the table with Chase, getting several looks from women. The looks range from jealous and bitter, to smug. It’s the smug ones I despise, because they look as if they have already had a piece of Chase, and it’s making me jealous as hell. I get introduced to all of Chase’s associates; one man named Eric was eyeing me too obviously, causing Chase to hiss “That’s not where her fucking eyes are Eric.” Eric went bright red and excused himself, only causing Chase to mutter, “Probably excusing himself to go to the bathroom now, sick fuck.” When it hit me what he meant, I blushed like crazy. “Not everyone sees me as you do, Chase.” I retort. Chase just looked at me like I was insane. The dinner was delicious, and I loved watching Chase eat. He saw me watching him and purposely licked his lips. I stifled a groan. I was shocked when I saw a familiar face. My cousin’s boyfriend, Colton. I stand up when Colton comes over to greet me, wrapping me in a warm hug. I can feel Chase bristle at another man having his hands on me. “Where’s Sasha?” I looked around for my cousin. “She’s not here, we uhh, kind of on a break right now,” he says a little sheepishly. “Oh.” I reply. I had no idea; I thought those two were solid. I made a mental note to give her a call to see how she was holding up. “Chase, this is Colton. Colton, this is Chase.” They shake hands. “I’m her man.” Chase states smugly. They seem to be staring each other down, though I have no idea why. This man was considered family to me. I slowly elbow Chase, who looks down at me and frowns. “Nice to see you Colton, Chase and I are going to dance.” Colton gives me a smile. “You too Layla. You look stunning.” Chase pulls me to the dance floor before I can say thank you. “Chase..” “He was staring at you! Your breasts, your hips...” He hisses in my ear, so no one could hear. I sigh. “I seriously doubt that. He’s with my cousin.” “Not anymore apparently.” I roll my eyes at him. “Semantics. We have considered each other family for two years.”

“Well ‘family’ is currently staring at your ass.” He growls, his voice getting aggressive. “Well then I guess we are even, because I’ve had to put up with stares from various women all night. The worst stares are the smug, knowing ones. Because their eyes are telling me they have already had you!” Now I’m getting angry. Chase is silent. I can see him glancing around. “Who’s fucking giving you looks? I’ll fire their asses.” I sigh. I see one woman who’s been staring at me all night. I gesture to her inconspicuously. Chase looks at her then grimaces. He looks at me sheepishly. “Okay maybe her, but it was a long time ago. Like a couple of years.” I practically growl. “Doesn’t your company have a no fraternizing policy?” Chase grins, “We do. But it’s more frowned upon than anything.” His grin drops and his face turns worried. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable Layla. Do you want to leave?” “No,” I reply quickly, “but you can also deal with Colton checking out my ass for the entire night.” I sway my hips seductively. Chase glances behind me and growls. “Bastards eyes are fucking glued to your ass.” “Karma,” I snicker. His lips twitch, then he spins me so I’m facing the other way. ****** The next day I decide to do some cleaning. I crank my iPod dock to full volume, and start with the kitchen. After the kitchen is sparkling, I remember Sasha so I give her a quick text. L: Saw Colton last night. Forget to tell me something? S: Oh yeah I dumped his ass. L: You okay? S: Yes! I’m already seeing someone new ;) L: We need to catch up soon! S: Yes we do, I’ll call you. Mwah xx I giggle. My cousin is a firecracker. Since I’m home alone, I start dancing to One Direction- Kiss, you while I vacuum and mop all the

floors. I do a little grinding move, step back and land on someone. I scream and turn around, grabbing the mop as a weapon. I see all three brothers staring there, laughing. I walk to my dock and turn the music off. “Give a woman a little warning around here!” I growl, embarrassed. Chase’s eyes are soft of mine. “We were enjoying the show babe.” His dimple is out in all its glory. Kade lifts up his phone. “I’ve got it recorded if you want to see. My favorite part is you using the mop as a microphone.” He erupts in laughter again. I groan. “You show anyone that Kade, and I swear! I will be the biggest cock block the next time your lady friends come over!” That causes James to crack up laughing again. These men! Chase kisses me and gives me a curious look. “Why are you cleaning? You know we have someone come in once a week or so.” I frown. “What is she, a fairy? I’ve never seen anyone here before.” This causes all three of them to chuckle, although why I have no idea. “She comes on Monday mornings. I think you have classes then.” I do indeed have classes then. I guess that makes sense. Chase pulls me mop away from me and pulls me into his arms. “So, I didn’t know you were a One Direction fan,” he says, voice on the verge of laughter. “I am not a One Direction fan!” I say defensively. “Then how come you have heaps of their songs on your iPod?” Kade barks out merrily as he snoops through my IPod! Argh! “I plead the fifth!” I say adamantly. They all laugh. “You can dance like that all you want though.” Chase mumbles through a crooked grin. “Hopefully to better music next time,” James adds. I bury my face in Chase’s chest and sigh. ****** I get home from my doctor’s appointment; I’m finally on birth control. That’s one less worry for me, and in a week from now we can stop using condoms. Chase was going away to Sydney on business

tomorrow. He had avoided it as long as possible, but now he had an important meeting he couldn’t miss. I was going to visit my parents for the weekend, coming back on Sunday. Chase was only going for a night, coming back on Friday. It sucked but it was what it was, I’m sure we could survive a few days apart. I was cooking some lunch when James walked in, coming over to me and kissing me on the head. Both guys treated me like their little sister, it was adorable. He started snooping around the kitchen. “James, taste this.” I hand out the spoon to him, and he takes a taste. He groans, “It’s good.” “It will be ready in about five minutes.” “Love you living here.” He grins. I scoff. “Are you sure? I’m pretty sure you guys are limiting your sexual exploits because of me.” I was just guessing, but James’ blush answered my question. “I’m going away this weekend. You guys can do as you please. Just wipe down all the counters after please.” James laughs, “I’ll remember that. But seriously, we don’t mind. I think Kade is on his best behavior these days anyway.” He says, his mouth twisting. Huh. “We respect you and Chase will hunt us down if we make you feel uncomfortable. But I still do have girls over; I’m not turning into a saint for you.” “I don’t mind really. Carry on as you did before I got here. It’s your house. Here, the food is ready.” “Thanks, Layla. It smells amazing.” “You know, Chase won’t accept my rent money, so it’s in my room, accumulating. Can I give it to you?” James choked on the piece of chicken he was eating. “Yeah, about that. Chase said you don’t need to pay anything. We don’t need the money, we just wanted a roommate for when we go away, which can be often during the holidays, and the house is just left empty.” I was pissed. “I can’t just live here for free!” “Hey take it up with your man, princess.” I was many things, but a kept woman was not one of them. We have only been dating for like, a little while! He better understand that I need to pay my own way. I text him. L: The rent money is literally just sitting in my room. Can you take it please? My drawer won’t even close anymore.

C: Baby.. L: Don’t you baby me.. C: Babe you buy food and cook for us. That’s more than enough. I want to take care of you. I’d give you a credit card for all the shopping if I thought you would fucking take it. L: Don’t even think about it. C: Compromise Layla. L: We haven’t been dating that long Chase.. A few minutes before a reply. C: On my way home. I run into his room to wait for him. I’m lying in Chase’s bed wearing nothing but a red bra and matching panties when he storms in. He smiles sexily, and rubs his hands over the sexy stubble growing on his cheeks. “You’re going to let me pay for myself, aren’t you Chase?” I ask him, running my hands slowly over my body. His gaze follows my hands. “I have never seen anything so sexy in my life,” he rumbles. Well, I have never felt so sexy in my life. I undo the back of my bra strap and continue, “Say yes Chase,” I say in a sultry tone. “Huh, what?” he mumbles stupidly. I grin. “You are going to let me pay for something in this house, I feel weird otherwise.” “Umm. Fine baby, fuck. Don’t tease, take it off. Now,” he commands. I pull my bra off then I sit up and grab him by his tie and pull him down onto the bed. I slowly strip him, pushing his hand away when he tries to help. When he is naked, he is on me in a second. He tears my panties off me in his impatience, and enters me in one thrust.

Chapter Sixteen I exit my human biology unit when I hear the rumble of a motorcycle. I look across and see Chase there, sitting on his Harley. Shit kicker boots, jeans, and a worn leather jacket. He really is too much. He pulls his helmet off as I walk over towards him. I notice girls staring at him, and I can’t help a smug smile. That sexy man is all mine. “And to what do I owe this visit, Mr. Jackson?” I purr. He grabs my waist and pulls me against him. “You’re a distraction. Couldn’t even get any work done, could only think about you,” he rumbles. “You’re taste, you’re smile..” his hands run down my back and grab a hold of my ass. “And other things of course,” he smiles deviously. I shake my head at him. “You’re incorrigible.” “I try,” he says as he kisses me on the lips gently. He lifts me up and puts me on the bike, causing me to squeak out in surprise. “Let’s get you home my beautiful girl; I have some plans for you.” I wrap my arms around him as he starts the bike, and we ride home. It turns out his plans for me, were exactly what I thought they would be. ****** That night we are snuggled in his bed, talking about everything and nothing. “Come with me to Sydney?” he asks for the third time. “Chase, I can’t. I told my parents I’d visit them.” “You saw them recently!” he whines. “Try telling that to them!” “Fine, but next time, and every time hereafter, you’re mine.” He decides. “Fine.” I grumble. “Baby..” “Hmmm?” “Kiss on it.”

“Okay.” And we do. We make love in the morning, slowly and gently, and then Chase leaves to catch his flight. He kisses me at the door, long and deep and I can sense his reluctance to leave. “Honey, go!” I laugh as I have to literally push him out the door. “Fine. Call me and let me know your safe baby.” He demands. “I will, I will. Bye!” He waves then gets into his cab. ****** After spending time at my parents, and hearing more lectures from my mother, I decided to come home a day early to surprise Chase. I know, I’m a sap, but I miss him like crazy. We have been texting each other nonstop. Chase got back into town this morning, so I thought I’d drive back and get there by evening. My phone beeps with a text from him: C: Missing you like fucking crazy baby! Can’t wait til tomorrow! L: Miss you too. I’ll see you soon honey. Little does he know. I stop at Nikki’s house on the way back and hang out for a while, showering and changing into some sexy lingerie over a tight black dress. Her parents demand me to stay for dinner, so I do. When she walks me out to my car I ask something I’ve wanted to ask her for a while. “Nikki what’s the deal with you and Kade?” She sighs. “No deal, we hooked up. Nothing serious, just a little fun.” She is so not telling me something. “Text me when you get home safe.” “I will,” I hug her and jump into my car. When I pull up at the house, my mouth drops open. They are having a party. A certain someone failed to mention that. There are several cars in front of the house, so I park on the grass. I can hear loud music pumping, I believe the song is Hypnotize by Gemini. I love that song, but I didn’t picture the guys listening to that kind of music. I have a really bad feeling. I pull out my phone and call Chase. No answer. I get out of the car and walk to the front door. I don’t need my key because the door is wide open. I walk in and see a few men I don’t know, walking around the house. I drag my bag into Chase’s room and dump it on the floor. I turn on the light and get the shock of my life. There is a girl, with long brown hair. Asleep. In our bed. Wearing what appears to be very little clothing. Screw this. This is where shit hits the fan I guess.

I walk out of his room and stomp into the lounge area, there are a few people making out there, but I know none of them. I go to the dining room and see most of the people are partying outside, not inside. And there he is. The bastard of the hour. He’s sitting alone drinking a beer, until some random girl comes and sits on his lap and he laughs, but then he slowly removes her from his lap. Which pisses me off. I walk down the hall, and come face to face with the last person I would have expected to see. My older cousin, Ryder. Stunned, I freeze when his huge grey eyes land on mine, a harsh scowl appearing on his face. Let me tell you a little about Ryder. My cousin on my father’s side, he’s twenty five, and extremely over protective of his baby sisters and cousins. He is the eldest of all of our cousins, and he takes his responsibility very seriously. He loves all of us dearly, and is extremely overbearing. “Layla, what the fuck are you doing at a party like this?” he asks stiffly. “Nice to see you too, Ryder,” I grumble. He checks me over from head to toe, then barks out, “I’m taking you home, Layla. The men here will eat you alive.” “Ryder, I am home,” I tell him. Baffled, he shakes his head slightly. “I live here, I rent out one of the rooms here,” I tell him simply. “You live...” he breaks off as realization dawns. “With Kade and James?” he growls. “Yes, and Chase,” I say. “Chase?” he repeats disbelievingly. All of a sudden his face grows angrier, and a storm brews in his eyes. “That fucking piece of shit!” he growls through his teeth. “Go wait in your room a second Layla, can you please do that for me?” his eyes plead with mine. I nod, and he storms off down the hall. I glance at the hallway to my bedroom door and then back to where Ryder stormed off too. Mind made up, I follow Ryder and stick my head out of the hallway sliding door, just in time to see Ryder punch Chase right in the face. What. The. Hell. Chase stands up and pushes Ryder off him, and into the kitchen table. I run over just as Ryder yells, “I told you to stay away from my cousin, you fucking bastard. You will never be good enough for her!” the animosity in his voce stuns me. Kade runs in and stands between the two men, saying something quietly to Chase. Ryder sees me and yells, “I told you to stay in your room, Layla!” “Don’t you fucking yell at her!” Chase growls at him, moving forward until Kade pulls him back.

Ryder grins evilly “She’s my baby cousin, you asshole. I’ll talk to her however I like. You said you would stay away from her!” he barks. Chase looks over at me and then sighs. I’d had enough. “What is he talking about Chase?” I grind out. Ryder looks over at me and frowns, “You don’t remember him? Chase and I were good friends, he came out to our place one time and you were there. You were just seventeen. He wouldn’t keep his fucking eyes off you. The way he used and discarded women, hell no was I going to let him near you. I told him to stay the fuck away from you, and he agreed.” He looks over at Chase, “I guess your word means shit nowadays, right Chase?” Chase looks at my cousin and says, “Look Ryder, I’m sorry. I just saw her in the club, and fuck; I never thought I would see her again. I knew she was it for me. I’ve known ever since I saw her three years ago, and I couldn’t let her get away twice. She is older now, and I’m sorry you’re pissed, but I’m not gonna fucking give her up. She’s mine, and she’s not going anywhere!” Ryder is about to charge at Chase again when I call out, “It doesn’t matter, Ryder. Chase and I are done.” I look at Chase as I say it, my eyes showing him how serious I am. I storm to my room, only to be accosted in the hall. “Hey sexy,” some idiot purrs as he grabs me by the hips. One of his hands reach around to grab my ass and I’m about to demonstrate my self-defense skills, when he is grabbed off me and slammed against the wall. Chase looks pissed; his blue eyes are so cold, I have to stop myself from taking a step back. “That’s my woman you had your hands on, Joel” “I had no idea she was yours, Chase, shit!” He now has Joel by the throat. I suppose I should stop this. Using my ‘listen to me now’ authority voice, I calmly say, “Let him go Chase. Now!” Chase doesn’t look at me, but I know he hears me because he lets pervy guy go. “Get the fuck out of here.” He whispers to Joel in a deathly tone. Joel splits straight away. Looks like he had a little bit of common sense after all. Chase takes a few deep breaths, and I know he’s trying to calm down before he deals with me. When he finally glances over, and takes in my short dress, his eyes narrow. “Where have you been?” he demands. “You have got to be kidding me! I came here to surprise you!” I say heatedly. “We aren’t fucking over, Layla, just because Ryder doesn’t approve. That’s his problem. I left you alone when you were seventeen cos you were too young. I’m not backing off of you, ever,” he says seriously. “You should have told me you were coming, I would have told Kade to cancel his party!” he reaches out to touch me, and I move out of his reach. His eyebrows draw down. “Baby..”

“You know what Chase? Fuck. You. We are done. Go fuck one of your whores,” I hiss through clenched teeth. I try to make a dramatic exit, but he grabs me and picks me up, lifting me over his shoulder. I struggle, so he slaps my ass, kind of hard too. Bastard. Well it’s safe to say Chase has driven me to use profanity as every single adjective. And to think over a week ago I only swore in emergencies. Asshole. Apparently I said the last word out loud because he slapped my ass again. He throws me on my bed, less gently then he could have, and my dress lifts up to reveal the lace thong I wore for him. The heat in his eyes almost makes me forget why I’m mad, but then that heat turns into anger. Why he is angry, I have no idea. I can see his lip and jaw turning red from where Ryder punched him. I knew he could have hit him back, but Chase had refrained. I think they are both evenly matched, who knew who would have won that fight. “That fucking guy was grabbing you while you were wearing that? What the fuck Layla!” he starts pacing, “You walked through a house that is filled with men, wearing that little piece of scrap! Now please enlighten me as to why you are so mad? Because we had a party and I didn’t tell you? Because your cousin is an asshole who thinks I’m not good enough for you?” He’s fuming. But so am I. “No that’s not why I’m angry at all Chase. Yes this whole Ryder thing is... I don’t even know what it is. But maybe it’s because I came home early because I missed my man, only to find him throwing a wild party, some whore sitting on his lap. No, that isn’t even the worst part. The worst part would be the girl he has sleeping in his fucking bed!!!” I scream the last part, and tears drip from my eyes. Chase’s eyes widen, and I think he finally understands just how much damage has been done. His voice is soft and gentle when he speaks, like one would talk to a skittish animal. “Baby, what..” “Get out, Chase. If you don’t get out now, I’m packing my shit, and I’m not coming back.” He curses. “We are going to talk about this, lock the door after me. I’m going to deal with this shit, including your cousin.” He tries to kiss me, but I push him away. The look in his eyes is heartbreaking, but right now I could care less. He leaves and I lock the door, strip, turn out the lights, and put my iPod on full volume and go to sleep. I wake up before the ass crack of dawn, opening my door slowly so it doesn’t creak. I’m in total stealth mode. I’m wearing a black cat suit (I’ve been looking for an appropriate occasion to wear it, and I figure this is it) and black ballet flats. After spending the night crying and feeling sorry for myself, I decided to suck it up and move on. People break up every day right? Women meet men that they think are perfect for them, then find women sleeping in their beds, right? Well, I’m not moping around anymore. Well I will be, just not where he has the satisfaction of seeing it. I slip outside the door and find my first problem. Chase is sleeping on the floor outside my door. Either he knew I was going to do a runner or he was just worried about me. He looks so young like this, black locks falling on his face. He looks so hot with the stubble too, damn him. And that dimple. I’m gonna miss that damn dimple. I sneakily step around him, my bag on my back, and tip toe to the

front door. Before I can exit something occurs to me. Is Chase not in his bed because someone else is? New mission accepted. I head to his room and peak inside. The bed is empty. I turn from his room and come face first into a hard chest. Looking up into curious blue eyes, I thank my lucky stars it’s the easiest going of the group. I wrap my arms around him and watch his eyebrows rise and his eyes widen. He takes in my attire causing his lips to twitch. “James,” I whisper, “I’m going to Nikki’s, I just need some time alone, away from him.” James puts his arms around me and sighs. He leads me outside to my car. “What happened last night Layla?” I jump in my car and he gets in the passenger side. “Short story is. I came home early, you guys were having your orgy, I see a girl on Chase’s lap and there was a girl in his bed.” “Aubrey.” James whispers to himself. “Who is she?” I demand. James plays with his lip ring, and avoids my question. “Oh and Chase is friends with my cousin, Ryder, who is not happy we were together,” I sigh dramatically. “He’s going to kill me if I just let you drive away, you know. Last night he came storming out of your room, and kicked everyone out. Aubrey included. That was a first, that’s for sure. He and Ryder had a long ass chat, Ryder said he will be back to talk with you tomorrow.” He sighs, “Come home tonight Princess, don’t let him kick you out of your own house.” He gets out of the car, and makes his way back inside, as I’m pulling away from the house. I decide to check into a hotel, paying with my emergency credit card. If this wasn’t an emergency, I don’t know what was. I text Nikki and let her know what’s going on, avoiding all of Chase’s numerous texts and calls. I have a shit load of calls and messages from Ryder too. I reply to him and let him know I’m perfectly fine.

Chapter Seventeen An hour later I’m sitting in bed, surrounded by various orders of room service. I randomly decide to google Chase Jackson. I’m surprised when various articles and pictures pop up; Chase with a man, I assume is his father, and Chase with various women of all ages, at rich people functions. I click on a popular article and read through it. One line catches my eye and my eyes must have popped from my head. It says, ‘Chase Jackson, the only child of Wayne Jackson, CEO of Jackson Enterprises, has hired popular Vegas showgirl, Aubrey Belle, to headline at his popular strip club ‘Heat.’ There was so many things wrong with that sentence. First of all, he owned a strip club? Since when? Aubrey was a Vegas showgirl? I read a text from Chase. C: I’m giving you a couple hours then I’m coming to get you. Enjoy your hotel stay. Smug bastard. I forgot about his phone tracking abilities. I text back. L: don’t bother. I’m sure your showgirls and strippers will keep you busy. C: I’m coming now. I contemplate running, but what’s the point. This confrontation is going to happen at some time. He arrives twenty minutes later, making me think he was lurking nearby because this hotel is at least an hour away from the house. He knocks lightly on the door and I open it and stare at him. He looks like hell, and I know it makes me a bad person, but I feel slightly satisfied that he does. His hair is not fashionably messy like it usually is, it just looks messy. He looks tired, exhausted even. I gesture for him to enter. He takes a quick look around the room and sees my laptop open to the google search of him; he grimaces as he sees it, and then sits on my bed. “Just let me talk, Layla, okay? Just listen before you say anything.” I nod, I can give him that. “I haven’t lied to you. I am an architect; I do own my own business. I decided to expand so I designed and built my own club. I decided to make it a strip club after the profits weren’t as much as I had hoped. I hardly ever go there anymore; I have people to do all the work for me. As for Aubrey, she was a famous showgirl in Vegas, and I brought her down to perform at Heat. We dated for a while. Almost a year, then we broke up. That was over a year ago. Now we are strictly friends. And about Ryder, he and I were friends, and yes I saw you at his house one time. I couldn’t explain it; I was just drawn to you. You were so beautiful, graceful and I couldn’t take my eyes off you. Ryder noticed and told me to stay away, which I agreed. Until I saw you at the club, and I knew it was our time.” I almost laugh at how nonchalant he makes it sound. “Do I still have a place to live?” I ask abruptly. He looks shocked, then angry. “Of course you have a place to stay. No matter what. Fuck, Layla, I’m not an asshole.” I’m pretty sure evidence is saying otherwise.

“What about James and Kade? That article says you were the only son of Wayne Jackson. You told me you were brothers.” “We are. My dad had an affair with my mom. Resulted in me. Later on she married and had James and Kade. We are brothers, just different fathers.” ”Look Chase. You may not have lied but you omitted. A hell of a lot. And there is no way in hell I am okay with your ex sleeping in your bed. I don’t think I’m even okay with you being close friends, or her coming over when you knew I wasn’t going to be there. You never told me about the strip club. Makes me think maybe there is more you’re hiding from me!” “Layla, there is nothing going on between us! This whole insecure act you’re pulling, isn’t fucking cute!” “Don’t put this shit on me!” I croak. “Fuck. Come on, let’s go home, we can talk more on the way.” He starts grabbing my things and packing them in my bag. “I’m not going anywhere with you!” I yell. “Yes, you fucking are. I will carry you to the car if I have to.” His tone tells me he means it. “Go to hell, Chase!” I say bitterly. “Are you going to be a coward then? Afraid of going to your own house?” he raises his eyebrow in challenge. I go silent, thinking through my options. I’m devising a plan, when I’m lifted off my feet and thrown over his shoulder. “Don’t squirm or I will make a scene.” That shuts me up. My mother instilled in me to be a lady, unfortunately, public spectacles weren’t something I wanted to be a part of. When we get into the hotel foyer, he gently puts me down. He checks out for me, and charges the bill to his card. He tells me to leave my car here; he will get an employee to drive it home. Probably a stripper. As soon as we get in the car I start questioning him. “Why was she in your bed?” My voice is hoarse. “We were all partying together. She was tired and drunk, so she asked if she could crash. I was going to sleep on the couch.” He sounds like he actually thinks he did nothing wrong. “So if an ex-boyfriend of mine came over and I told him to sleep in my bed, that’s okay? You went psycho over me massaging your brother! You can’t have double standards!” His hands tighten on the steering wheel as I mention another man in my bed. Hypocrite much.

“That’s entirely different, Layla. No man will ever be in your bed except me, so no point talking hypothetically.” Argh! Unbelievable. “This double standard crap is not fair, Chase! How is it okay for another woman to be in your bed, but not for another man to be in mine? Imagine how I feel right now!” I take a deep breath. “You’re right. I fucked up Layla,” he admits. “You had a woman sitting in your freaking lap! Is that the standard you are setting for our relationship? So I’m allowed to go sitting in other men’s laps?” I hiss. “Don’t play games with me, Layla. A woman sat in my lap yes, but I moved her off it!” he growls. “Yeah, after like, half an hour!” Okay it was more like thirty seconds, but whatever! “Layla, now you’re just looking for reasons to get angry,” he hisses. “I’m done, Chase. You hurt me. I’m not going to blindly just give you that power again.” “Then I will earn it. You’re mine baby. And I’m yours. I can’t even explain it. We just... fit. I knew it then, and I know it now.” The rest of the ride is silent, there is nothing I can say, that he won’t have an answer too. The man should have become a damn lawyer. I think about the whole thing with Ryder. It explains why Chase wanted me so much instantly, because he’s been interested since the first time he saw me. I mentally chastise myself for thinking that it is romantic. He carries my bag inside and puts it in my room. I walk into the lounge room to find James and Kade watching Supernatural. Awesome! They both look happy to see me. I squeeze onto the couch in between each of them and eat some of James’s popcorn. Chase walks in, frowns, starts to open his mouth but thinks better of it, so he sits on the chair by himself. I can feel his eyes on me and not the television. He is sulking, in his own manly way. Any other time I would have laughed. My phone starts to ring, and I know instantly it’s Ryder by the ring tone, which is ‘Lightning Crashes’, one of his favorite songs. “Hey Ry.” I greet. I can feel three pairs of eyes on me, and the air in the room getting a little heavier. “Hey, baby girl. Is everything okay? If you don’t want to stay there you can always come stay with me, okay,” he says, his words rushed. “I’m okay, Ryder,” I say softly. “How long have you and Chase been together?” I sigh. “A few months, I guess.”

I hear him mutter “That fucking bastard,” and I can’t help my lip twitching a little. “I appreciate you looking out for me, Ryder, but I’m not a little girl anymore, I can handle myself. I know you feel protective of me over what happened with Kyle, but you can’t go around punching everyone who hurts me.” I had totally forgotten about my audience when I let that line slip. I can see Chase’s fists curled in tight balls, and I avoid any eye contact with him. “I know, I know,” he grumbles, “Just, call me if you need anything, okay? Anything. I wanted to come over, but the band is coming over to practice.” “Okay Ry. I love you,” I say in a tender tone. “Alright Layla.” We hang up. I’ve only just clicked the button when all three of them pounce. “Who the fuck is Kyle?” Growls Kade. “Who hurt you?” James is almost yelling, which is very unusual for him. His control is usually impenetrable. “What happened Layla? I will fucking kill this bastard with my bare hands!” Chase booms. All these three sentences were said at the same time. I address Chase’s comment first. “So, only you’re allowed to hurt me?” I say spitefully. I instantly regret the low blow when I see the look on his face. He looks pained, his gaze dropping to his fists. I clear my throat. I can see Kade and James both looking at me with disappointment. Ah, hell. “Just my ex, he cheated on me and what not. Ryder found out, and completely lost it.” James asks for the assholes full name. Kade grins like he loves James idea. Those two! Chase is staring at me silently, like he is seeing me in a new light, and I know exactly what he is thinking. But Chase is not paying for Kyle’s mistakes. Hell, Kyle was not serious at all, just some guy I was seeing in high school. We all return our gazes to the television and eventually I fall asleep against James’ shoulder. Chapter Eighteen I wake up some time later, to the guys arguing. James must have moved me, because I was now alone. “Why did you even invite her to the fucking party then, Chase?” That was Kade. “She comes to every party! I mentioned it and she said she wanted to come because she hasn’t seen any of us in ages. And we are friends, there is nothing romantic between us, but that doesn’t mean I just cut her out of my life. I’m the one who brought her to Australia. I can’t just leave her to fend for herself now. But fuck, I didn’t even think. I’m not exactly used to having to explain my actions to anyone, or having a woman I intend to keep permanently. I didn’t think about Layla’s feelings. I fucked up okay!!”

“Why the fuck are you still taking care of her? She’s a grown ass woman and not your responsibility.” Kade growls. “What happened was fucked up Chase, we all know it. We all felt it. But it’s been a year. Why are you still putting up with her shit?” Hmm, I wonder what he’s talking about. “She’s a fucking friend!” Chase is getting defensive. “She’s a fucking blood sucker!” That comment was made by James. Kade murmurs in agreement. “I won’t be inviting her anywhere from now on, don’t worry. It was a mistake. Layla is my priority now and I’m not going to do anything to mess it up.” “You still have to deal with her at work, and she’s so high maintenance, she’s just going to be a bitch on purpose now, to try and get your attention.” “I know, fuck. I should just cancel the show. We can get another act; it’s not a big deal. Her regulars might be pissed, but I can’t help that.” Chase replies. Chase’s phone beeps, and he curses. “Speaking of the devil. Problems at the club. Already, for fuck sake. If it’s Aubrey, I’m gonna be fucking pissed.” I open the door and walk over to them. “Baby, you’re awake.” His voice softens when he talks to me, and I hate that I love it. “If you’re going to Heat, you are taking me with you.” I can see a muscle in his jaw tick, and his lips and pursed together. “No way in hell are you going in there babe, but nice try.” I stand up straighter, crossing my arms over my chest. “What’s the big deal? Unless you are hiding something else?” James and Kade exit the room. Smart men, those two. Chase considers, and then says, “I’ll take you on one condition. You promise not to leave this house, threatening to move out again. You see something you don’t like, we fucking deal with it. Together. No running.” “I promise I won’t run. I don’t have anywhere to run to! But we are over Chase, we aren’t a couple. I can’t deal with this, all the women, all the drama, I’m just going to get hurt, over and over again. We can only be friends.” It hurts so damn much. “Friends?” he spits the word out with venom. “As long as we are exclusive friends and no one else is touching you, you can label me however you want. Get dressed we will leave in twenty.” “We aren’t together, so it’s none of your business who I let touch me. You need to understand that Chase,” I say in a heated tone.

Chase glances at me like I’m crazy and I’ve lost my mind. Maybe I have. “No one is gonna fucking touch you, you are mine.” he strides over to me and grasps a bunch of my hair in his fist at the back of my head, lifting my face up to his. “I’m not yours, Chase, not anymore.” I can feel his arousal against my stomach. Apparently us fighting turns him on. He laughs, and it is not a pleasant sound. It is bitter and sarcastic. With that, he turns around and punches his fist into the wall. “Fuck!” he roars. Eyes wide, I slowly step back, which earns me an ice cold glare. “Don’t you even try to act like you are scared of me, Layla!” He takes a few deep breaths, trying to gain control. After a few moments, he sighs, resigned. “You’re pissed now, but when you calm down, you will change your mind. So I will give you this play- for now. But I don’t care what you say, no other man fucking touches you. Get dressed.” He tries to kiss me but I push him away. His lips pursed in anger, he turns around and heads to his room. I walk out wearing my black high waisted shorts, with a net lace tight top which is tucked in and black pumps. My hair is in its natural, wavy long, black tresses. I added a little volume with my teasing brush, and added some gold color to my eyes. I wanted to look sexy, but not so sexy that I looked like I might work in the club. Chase’s eyes heat when he sees me, and I can see him checking me out from head to toe. When his eyes hit mine, I can see the heat turning to anger. He barks out one word. “Change!” “No. I look fine. Now let’s go.” “Yes you look fucking fine. You want to torture me don’t you?” He pauses for a moment, and then shakes his head and sighs. “Fuck, let’s get this over with. Come on.” Even angry at me, he still opens the door for me. I try to hide my grin. As we get closer to Heat, Chase visibly starts getting nervous. I know this because I can see him tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, and I can see the muscle ticking in his jaw. Okay yes, he is taking me to a strip club, his strip club. But there is something else, and I’m curious as hell. Even if the thought of Chase owning a strip club kills me, the building he has designed is a piece of art. The man is clearly talented. The building is black and modern, with asymmetrical features. We walk in and are greeted politely by the bouncer. Inside the place looks exactly like you assume a strip club would look. A bar, podiums with poles, tacky lighting and loud music. But Heat also has a large stage; I assume that’s where he also holds performances. Chase puts his hands around my waist and quickly leads me away from the fun and towards his boring office. “Stay in here for a minute, I need to handle some business.” “Okay.” I answer sweetly.

He narrows his eyes at me, like he knows I’m lying. He shakes his head in exasperation, then leaves. I am so not staying here. I want to explore. A few minutes after he leaves, I walk back out to where we came from, to see a security guard blocking the path I need to exit. Did Chase tell him to do that? Damn that man knows me well. I wait for a few minutes, contemplating my next move, when he becomes distracted by a huge pair of boobs. I slowly sneak through, then head for the bar. The bar tender is a beautiful red head, she has lots of tattoos and looks like a pin up model. “What can I get ya?” Her voice is raspy. “Two tequila shots please.” I down the shots, then have to do a double take when I see some familiar faces. The three girls from the beach are here. They glance my way, but mustn’t remember me. I guess they had their eyes on Chase the whole time. I now know why Chase was nervous. Not only is Aubrey here, but exactly how many of these girls has he slept with? His brothers too. I have a feeling that they share girls and don’t really care, which is why at the start, Chase didn’t trust them around me. Because normally I would have been fair game. Sleeping with his employees? Not very professional Mr. Jackson. And I know siblings are meant to share, but come on! An older gentleman sits next to me, not even bothering to hiding his interest. “Can I buy you a drink?” I blink. “No, thank you.” “A beautiful girl in a strip club, all alone. I think tonight is my lucky night.” Umm, gross. “Sorry, but I’m not interested.” I see Chase walk out and glance around frantically, he finally sees me and even from here, I can see he’s not happy. His movements are tense but quick as he walks up towards me, and glares at the man sitting next to me. He leans closer to the man and says, “You must have a fucking death wish, sitting there, trying to hit on my woman.” Before the man can respond, and before I can protest that I’m not his girl, Chase signals one of his bouncers to come over. He grabs the man by his arm and drags him out. Chase slides into the now vacated spot. “I’m pretty sure I told you to stay in the office.” I shrug. “I hate this.” I whisper. His face pales. “Baby, you wanted to come here, I thought..” “I hate that you own this place. That you come here. That you probably hand-picked these girls,” I gesture to the girls working the pole, “and most of all I hate that I have shared you, with hell knows how many other women in this building right now. I hate that these girls, essentially these girls are

yours.” Chase’s voice is solemn when he responds. “It is what it is, Layla. These girls are well looked after, well cared for. No one can touch them, they are kept safe. I don’t hand pick the girls, Layla, I hire people for all those tasks. Yes, I have been unprofessional in the past, but that was a while ago. I was young, stupid and had a lot of money on my hands that I had no idea what to do with, and with all that, came lots of women. But I’m not like that now, Layla. I only want you, I wish you could see that. There is nothing wrong with these girls doing what they have to do to get on in life, you shouldn’t judge so harshly.” “I’m not judgmental!” I scoff. “You’re judging me for being with these girls, because of their occupation.” “Okay fine I’m not thrilled about it, who would be?” “These girls choose to do this, who are we to judge them about it?” He’s making it seem like I’m over reacting about everything. I need five minutes alone, so I stand up. “I’m going to the bathroom.” I walk down the hall towards the bathroom; on the way there I can see the door to a dressing room is wide open. Curious, I glance inside. Several women are in different states of undress, feeling like a pervert I turn to go. A stunning brunette with dark eyes quickly grabs me by the arm and asks, “You the new girl? Winter?” “Huh?” “Don’t be scared. It won’t be so bad, Winter, here’s your outfit.” She hands me a pile of clothes that look like lingerie and then turns and starts talking to some of the other girls. An idea forms in my head.

Chapter Nineteen I only have a few minutes before he starts looking for me, so I change quickly. I’m wearing a white masquerade mask with feathers on it, a white see through baby doll dress and a white thong. Essentially it’s all lingerie. I kept my bra on. I slip into silver stilettos, which are a tiny bit too big, but I can manage. “Winter, you’re up!” someone yells. I’m going to hell for this, I know. But I need to teach this man a lesson. It’s okay for women to strip, it’s their choice. And it is. I just don’t want my man to be in this business. The other women can do as they please, I’m sure some of them are here by necessity. It’s horrible to think about really. But he calls me judgmental. Well I’m choosing to dance tonight, according to him its fine for them. We will see if he thinks its fine for me. I’m shit scared right now. I’m not scared of the dance moves; I have been dancing my whole life. Maybe not on a pole, but I can compensate with some grinding moves, those I have down pact. I walk onto stage, as Sean Paul’s ‘She doesn’t mind’ hits the speakers. Suddenly the spot light is on me and I start to move. I glance around and see that Chase is not there, he must have gone to look for me. I push him out of my mind and pretend I can’t see several men’s greedy eyes on me. I gyrate my hips, spin around and lower myself on the pole. Hey, this is kind of fun. I can hear some catcalls, so I must be doing something right. Lost in the music, I sensually sway my hips, and raise my hands over my head. I hear a crashing noise, and the sound of glass smashing in the back ground. I open my eyes and I can see Chase, fuming. He is standing by the bar, eyes trained on me, fists clenched. His eyes are ice cold, his scowl harsh. His stance is so commanding, he looks ready to kill someone. I have never seen him this angry before. The broken glass is from the bar, where he has, what look like, smashed everything in a state of rage. He walks towards me determinedly, with long purposeful steps. He jumps on the stage, grabs me and takes me down the way that I came out, from the dressing room. He looks around for something to put on me, but the only items available in this dressing room are similar to what I’m already wearing. Shaking in anger, he lets go of my hand and pulls of his shirt. He roughly puts it on me and buttons it up; it comes almost to my knees. He grabs my other clothes and shoes, retakes my arm and proceeds to drag me out the back entrance. He practically runs to the car, dragging me along with him. “Such a hypocrite!” I say softy, resigned, earning me a slap on the ass. “Don’t fucking start, Layla!” he growls, his voice like thunder. The car door is opened and I’m pushed inside, the instant I’m seated, he slams the door closed. He gets in the driver’s side, and sits there in silence for a few moments, breathing heavily, his hands shaking. I can see that his knuckles are grazed and bleeding slightly. “Chase..” “Shut up, Layla,” he grinds out through clenched teeth.

Shit. I’ve pushed him too far this time. His shirt has drops of blood on it, and suddenly I’m feeling guilty as hell. I don’t even throw the comments he made back at him, about me being so judgmental, and that stripping is a perfectly fine occupation. The ride home is silent, and the air is so thick, so tense. I have no idea what is in store for me. I try to talk to him but every time I say even one word I’m cut off with a deathly glare and no response. After three tries I just shut my mouth and wait. He’s the one in control now. We pull up into the driveway and he stops the car. “Go inside, Layla.” Huh? “What about you?” “Get inside, now,” he says stiffly. I step out of the car and notice that my car is back in the driveway, I guess one of his minions dropped it off. I walk to the front door with quick strides. As soon as I open it, he slams the car into reverse and speeds off. Fuck! I guess I succeeded in pushing him away. Which is what I wanted right? Then why do I feel like shit? I have a quick shower and jump in bed. A few hours of restlessness later, I go into Chase’s room to find him still not home. I call his phone, but no answer. L: Chase please just let me know you are okay. C: I’m fine, go to sleep. L: Are you coming home? No answer. I crawl into his bed and fall asleep. ****** CHASE I’m sitting at the bar, agitated, waiting for Layla to return from the bathroom. It’s been five minutes, what the fuck is taking her so long. Getting worried, I get up to go and find her, when the stage music starts. Men start whistling, and my eyes automatically go to the stage. Fuck! What the fuck is she doing? She wants to fucking kill me. My heart stops beating and I stare at her white barely there outfit. Thank fuck she has a bra on, but she is wearing a fucking thong. I glance over at all the men who are devouring her with their eyes. I see red. I feel hatred. In a fit of rage, I smash anything I can get my hands on. The glasses that were lined up on the bar, anything. I punch at the glass case, glass going everywhere. I look over at her to see she has stopped dancing, and is staring at me.

The most fucked up thing about this whole situation, is that if she wasn’t mine, my Layla, I would have looked at her and thought she belonged up there. Her body is made for sin, and the men seem to agree with me. She would have made this club a lot of money. Fuck, she’s right. What the fuck am I doing owning a place like this? Every girl on stage could be someone’s Layla. I’ve had a fucking epiphany, but at what cost? My woman, up there, being ogled by all these perverted fucks. What happens next is a blur, but I know I grab her off the stage and get her into my car. She tries to talk to me, but I’m not having it right now. I’m fucking pissed. At her, but mostly at myself. At what I have reduced her to do. I drop her off, knowing I’m not joining her inside. I feel raw, I need some time alone. I wait until she’s safely inside, and then drive straight to my apartment. This place is just for me. No one comes here, no women, no one. It’s my place. I make my way inside and pour myself a scotch. I get a text from Layla, but I can’t talk to her right now. I need to fix this shit. My phone rings, Aubrey. Fuck. Luckily, Layla didn’t see her at the club. She was having another fucking fit, trying to use her job as a way to manipulate me. I could care less anymore. Her hold on me is over. Nothing matters anymore, except my Layla.

Chapter Twenty Kade drove me to the University the next day. Chase didn’t come home, and I had no idea where he was. I didn’t ask Kade or James either, although I was dying to know. Kade walked me to my class. “Meet me by my car when you’re done.” “Okay, thanks for the ride.” He kisses my head and leaves. I could have driven myself but Kade insisted, because he was coming here anyway. However I have a feeling Chase told him to keep an eye on me. Class dragged on, and I couldn’t stop thinking about Chase. Afterwards I was walking and texting Nikki at the same time, when I came face first with a wall. Or what felt like a wall, it was actually a hard bodied male. I almost go flying but he steadies me. I look into brown eyes and apologize. I do a double take when I recognize Derek, James and Kade’s friend. “Layla, right?” “Derek, hi! How are you, I haven’t seen you since my first night in the house.” “Yeah, I was there at the party last weekend, but the boys told me you were out of town.” He looks like he was disappointed by that news. “Well I kind of made an appearance last minute, I had no idea they were going to throw a party.” Derek chuckles, “The Steele boys always throw parties, so you better get used to it.” Steele? Oh yeah, James and Kade have a different father to Chase. Kade and James Steele, hot name! “So are you dating anyone right now?” He asks me confidently. Oh wow. I had no idea he was interested. “Well, not exactly. It’s complicated; I’m not really interested in dating anyone right now.” It’s the truth. This thing with Chase has me consumed. “I could seriously use a friend though, if you want the position?” Derek gives me a full blown smile, he’s a handsome guy. “I’ll take any position you offer me.” I laugh. “No, but seriously. I can do friends. Come on, I’ll walk to you your next class.” The rest of the day is uneventful, and I walk to Kade’s car and wait for him: L: I’m ready when you are. K: On my way. He arrives a few minutes later. “How was your day?” he asks.

“It was good. I ran into your friend Derek.” Kade raises his eyebrow and mutters “I bet he loved that.” “We are officially friends. Trust me; I could use all of those I can get.” “I was told to keep an eye on you, and you come back, best friends with the campus playboy. Chase is going to love this,” he grumbles. “Chase and I are over, so Chase doesn’t have to love anything,” I say tonelessly. Kade sighs, and tenses his hands on the steering wheel. I quickly change the subject. “Hey! Derek is your friend. Besides, I thought you or James would have the title of campus playboy.” Kade laughs, “Well, we are friends with him for a reason,” he glances at me and waggles his eyebrows, “Similar interests and what not.” I laugh. “Trying to seduce women is an interest?” Kade laughs, “No princess, maybe it’s more like a sport. Or a hobby.” We both laugh. “Apparently you don’t mind sharing though, do you?” Kade smartly doesn’t reply. But for me, that is answer enough. “We should hook up Nikki and Derek. Or better yet, Ryder and Nikki, he’s always had a bit of a thing for her.” I say, gouging his reaction. He purses his lips, but that’s his only outward reaction. “What?” I ask innocently, even though he didn’t say anything. “She was saying she wanted to get laid.” Kade tightens his hands on the steering wheel, but still says nothing. “Kade, did you know Nikki...” “Layla..” “Yeah?” “Shut up.” I pout. “Okay.” That earns me a trademark grin. When I get home, the first thing I do is look for Chase’s car, but nothing. After a hot shower and an hour of studying, I can’t take it anymore. I dial Chase’s number.

“Hello?” A female answers. I hang up. Screw this. Chase had the upper hand, but he just lost it. My phone beeps with a text. Derek: Hey. Lunch tomorrow after your class? Friends do lunch right? L: LOL, yes they do. Sounds good, see you tomorrow. I can hear the boys come home during the night. I check my phone and its four am. Party animals. I can hear them stumbling over things, and laughing. They are definitely drunk. I walk out into the kitchen in my night dress, and see James pawing through the fridge, Kade in the pantry. “Hungry?” I ask, giggling. “Layla!!!!!!” James wails, coming up to me and hugging me. “Where have you guys been?” “A party.” “And you didn’t even invite me?” I sulk. “Yeah, we didn’t want big bro to kill us, so we left you at home.” “I doubt that. Sit down, I’ll make you something to eat.” I make them a quick sandwich, which they both devour. “You are the best, Layla.” Kade talks around a mouth full of food. James stumbles and almost drops his plate. “I’ll clean up, you guys go to bed. Before you break something.” I see Kade taking a photo of me with his phone. “You look hot in this photo, in your pink dress thingy.” He laughs to himself, and then hands me over his phone. He has sent the picture of me to Chase’s phone and has written: Wifey materiall. Material spelt with two L’s. If only he knew Chase is with some other woman right now, most probably, Aubrey. I’m cleaning up the kitchen when Kade’s phone rings. “Hello!” he answers merrily. “Big bro! How are you? Yes, we may have had a few drinks. No Layla is fine. Such a good woman, that’s why I call her princess, you know” He frowns; I think Chase is yelling at him. “No, she didn’t come to the party. Although she’s made friends with Derek. Yeah I know he wants her. Too bad you’re not here.” He laughs. Oh boy. “Bye bro!”

He looks at me and grins. “Goodnight, princess.” “Night, Kade.” I wonder why James has been so quiet. I look over and see he is already asleep, with his head on the table. “James?” I shake him. He gets up and walks like a zombie into his room. My phone rings and I answer half distracted. “Yeah?” “What did I tell you about walking around the house practically naked?” he growls. “Who is this?” Ha! “Don’t fuck around, Layla.” “What do you want Chase? Already done with your new toy that answered this morning? Looks like I made the right choice breaking up with you.” I hang up. The phone rings again, once, twice, thrice. I put it on silent and go back to bed.

Chapter Twenty One I wake up when I feel someone creeping into bed next to me. “What the..” “Calm down, Layla, it’s me.” “What are you doing here, Chase?” “You wouldn’t answer your phone.” “Yeah, because I didn’t want to talk to you, so take the hint!” “I wasn’t with another woman, baby. You rang when I was at work, an employee answered because I left my phone in the office.” “Where have you been?” “Work, or at my apartment.” “You have an apartment? See this is what I’m talking about, Chase. You keep everything hidden like it’s a huge secret, even small details like this. I was worried about you.” “Baby..” “Who was the ‘employee’ that answered your phone?” No answer, but I could feel his body tighten. “That’s what I thought, Chase. Get out.” “No, I want to hold you.” He pins me under him and I struggle for a while, until eventually I just give in and fall asleep. ***** Morning arrives and Chase is already out of bed, I can hear him working out in the gym. I shower and change into tight jeans and a tank top, then start to cook a huge breakfast for everyone. Pancakes, bacon and eggs, hash browns- the whole works. Chase walks into the kitchen, freshly showered, by the time I am done cooking, and hugs me from behind as I’m at the sink washing the dishes. “You didn’t have to cook baby, I could have taken you out to breakfast.” I ignore him and continue my washing. “It looks delicious. You spoil us Layla.” I turn around to look at him. He’s so damn beautiful. He’s wearing nothing but a pair of faded jeans, the top button undone. His stomach is just, yeah, wow. So

sculptured, it should belong in a museum. James walks out; I think he smelt the bacon. “Hey bro. Layla, it smells so good. You are a fucking keeper!” He kisses me on my cheek and starts to dig in. Kade soon follows, giving me a huge grin. “You are the best, Layla, I’m so hungry.” Chase sits there quietly eating, staring daggers at everyone at the table. I have no idea why, nor am I going to ask. I head into my bedroom and pack my bag for class. When I walk out, Chase and his brothers are arguing, but when I walk in they all stop. This house is so much drama. I walk out and head for my car without saying a word. ****** It’s been a week and Chase and I are still over. Well, at least I consider us over. Chase has convinced himself I’m just angry at him and holding a grudge. He hurt me, bad. Tonight I’m going out for dinner with Kade, he said he wants to have a talk with me. We go to this Mexican restaurant I love called ‘Salsas’. It has the best food. “So what do you want to talk about Kade?” I ask after we are seated. “You need to forgive Chase already, princess,” he demands, voice stern. My eyebrows hit my hairline. “And why is that, Kade?” I ask. “He’s fucking in love with you, Layla. He’s miserable without you. Damn, I never thought I would ever see him like this. He’s wanted you since he first saw you three years ago. That has to mean something to you?” “He hurt me, Kade,” I say in a tiny voice. I see Kade’s eyes soften. “I know he fucked up, princess. He is just a man, one who has never felt like this towards a woman before. I know it sounds like a shitload of excuses, but give him a break Layla. He is gone for you. It’s kind of pathetic really.” I can’t stop a small smile. “I wish it were that easy, Kade, I really do. I need some time to think. Okay?” “Okay,” he nods, seemingly satisfied. “You and Nikki?” I ask, with a raised eyebrow. “You digress, princess,” he says with a grin. “Is that not allowed?” I retort. “You are cheeky, you know that?”

“You love it,” I assure him. “What are you ordering?” he asks. “The nachos. You?” “I was thinking of getting some tacos. But nachos sounds good too,” he says thoughtfully. “Wanna get both of them and go halves?” I offer. “Done,” he says with a grin. “I’m paying, by the way,” I tell him. He laughs. “You keep telling yourself that darling.” He paid. I sulked. Then we went home. ****** The next day, I’m getting ready to head out to class. As I’m opening the car door, Chase runs out, pulls me to him and kisses me. It takes me by surprise and for the first few seconds I simply let him taste my lips. When I’m about to push him away, he beats me to it, already pulling back. “I fucking miss you Layla. Stop being mad!” “You can’t order me to stop being mad!” “Anyone with eyes can see I’m fucking crazy about you!” I roll my eyes at him. “We will talk after class, okay? Are you going to be home?” “I’ll be here, baby. Any problems call me, okay.” He kisses my temple, and then walks back into the house, leaving me to admire his muscled back and ass in those jeans. That man! Too fine for his own good. A couple of hours later, my classes for the day are done, and I’m on my way to have a quick lunch with Derek. I walk into the restaurant and see Derek sitting there, chatting with the waitress. I jump into the seat opposite him, just as the waitress gives him her number written on a napkin. She gives me a dirty look when she walks off. “Thanks Derek, now my food is probably going to get spit on!” I roll my eyes at him. “Aw come on, I’m sure..” He glances at the napkin, “Katie, isn’t that mean.” He grins as he says it. I’m pretty sure he knows exactly how catty some women can be. “Ha! Come on let’s order, I’m starving.” I check the menu, and order the chicken, like I always do.

Derek orders a steak. “How was class?” I ask him. “Same old. Accounting is boring as hell, but it’s going to pay my bills. You?” “Alright, just a lot of human biology stuff. I need to remember so many things; I think my brain is going to explode” We make small talk. He’s a really nice guy, and seems to genuinely like my friendship. He didn’t hit on me once, and didn’t stare below my eyes. “So who is this guy you are complicatedly not seeing?” he questions. I laugh. “Chase.” He frowns. “Chase who?” I bite my lip.. “Jackson?” I make it sound like a question. “Very funny, Layla. Who are you seeing?” he tries to laugh if off like a made a joke. My feelings are hurt. Why wouldn’t I be seeing Chase? He must see the look on my face because he reaches over and pats my hand. “Hey, I’m sorry. It’s just that. Chase, doesn’t date. He fucks. He is a legend on campus. Why I heard this one story when..” “Okay Derek! I get it. Well, we were seeing each other. Now we aren’t, but it’s still complicated.” Derek groans. “I can imagine. No wonder James said he was staying at their house more often. He only usually stays there now and again. He’s got several other houses and he usually moves around.” Interesting. I was learning more from this conversation with Derek, then all the prying in the world from those three brothers. “Why did they even want a roommate? They certainly don’t need the money.” I’m trying to dig for information. “Kade and James go away a lot, travelling. During summer holidays they go to Europe. So they wanted someone in the house. Chase isn’t hardly there, he just comes and goes. They don’t need to share a house; they just like each other’s company.” Hmm. That makes sense. “So what about you, I heard you’re a bit of a playboy yourself. Shame on you for trying to make me your target!” He chuckles. “I’m playing the field. I’m young. Don’t worry Layla, you have officially been put in the friend zone.”

I raise my eyebrow at that. “I’m pretty sure I friend zoned you first, Derek.” We both laugh. The food is delicious, and I offer Derek a bite. I cut a piece of the chicken, and slather it in sauce, then lean over the table and shove it in his mouth. There was nothing sexual about it. But it probably did look bad when Chase stormed in at that very moment. He walks over and takes the seat right next to me. His eyes on Derek, he doesn’t even glance my way. “Layla, you didn’t tell me you had a lunch date.” The words lunch date are sneered. His eyes are still on Derek’s. “Derek, I thought you had more common sense than to fuck with me, but I guess not.” Derek looks calm, but I can see his throat move as he swallows nervously. “I’m not on a date, Chase, I’m just having lunch with my friend.” He finally looks my way. “Friend? Are you honestly that naive to think he wants friendship? For fuck sake Layla..” I cut off his rant mid-sentence. “I enjoyed lunch Derek, I’ll text you later.” “The fuck you will,” Chase mutters as he stares daggers at Derek. Chase pulls out his wallet and leaves enough money for both our meals and a heavy tip. His eyes dare Derek to object. This is his way of taking control of this situation, of making a claim, in his own Neanderthal way. No other man is going to take care of me, his gesture says. Which is stupid, because I was going to actually pay for my own damn meal. “Drive home with me; I’ll get someone to drop off your car.” He demands. “Seriously what is the point in that? I’ll just follow you home, no need to inconvenience your minions.” “I pay them to inconvenience them, now get in my car, Layla.” “No I’m not going to be..” “Layla, please.” That one word spoken from him, and I feel myself soften. I get into his car without any more tantrums. “Did you track my phone?” He ignores me. “I suggest you never see Derek again, or he’s going to regret it.” “Are you seriously threatening one of the very few friends I have? What the hell Chase!” “He doesn’t want to be your fucking friend, Layla. He wants what’s mine. But he’s not gonna get it.” He slams his hand down on his steering wheel.

“We are just friends.” “Men and women can’t be just friends, Layla, especially with a woman like you.” “What about you and Aubrey? You two are supposedly ‘just friends.’ Chase glances at me and then his eyes open wide in realisation. “That is what this is about.” He looks like he had an epiphany. “No, it’s not! Yes, I am pointing out the double standard, but I like Derek, as a friend. He’s a nice guy Chase.” “He’s a fucking man whore!” “Coming from you, that’s rich! It sounded like he looks up to you, because you’re the biggest womanizer of all!” “What did that little shit say to you? I think I’m gonna pay him a visit, teach his ass a lesson!” he growls every word. “You will not. He didn’t say anything. He just didn’t believe when I said I was seeing you.” “Yeah, well. I don’t really date.” “You dated Aubrey for a year!” I exclaim. “Aubrey and I had a different sort of relationship. We were nothing like how I and you are, and stop bringing her up in every conversation. She doesn’t mean anything to me.” “You mean, nothing like how we were.” He makes a grunted noise, and I look over and his knuckles have turned white. “What does that even mean? A different sort of relationship? I’d like a real answer for once, Chase! I’m getting so tired of your cryptic answers and evasive tactics!” Chase sighs and runs his hand through his hair in frustration. “No running, right?” he asks me in a solemn voice. I nod, “No running.” “Fuck, Layla, the reason I keep shit from you is because I know you are looking for any damn excuse not to be with me. And I have the kind of past where you will find a lot of reasons. I hate looking into your gorgeous brown eyes and seeing the hurt and disappointment, it fucking kills me Layla.” “I just want the truth, Chase.” He makes a small groaning noise. “We aren’t together right now anyway, you may as well just tell me,” I say, scoring a direct hit. I look at him, and notice a muscle ticking in his jaw, and I can feel the air in the room turning deadly. Maybe I should just shut up now.

“Aubrey and I, had an open relationship. Yes, officially I was with her, but I still slept with other women. Our entire relationship.” My mouth hung open. I’m sure I looked like a gold fish. “See, Layla! Fuck. That is not you and I. I have not even looked at another woman since I met you, and I will never cheat on you. I’m not sharing you. So don’t start with that bullshit right now, because baby, you and I are not and will never be anything like Aubrey and I. You mean so much more to me, Layla. I understand I’m a little bit rusty with this relationship stuff, but I’m trying here, baby. I’ve never had to chase a woman before, it’s frustrating as hell. But I know you are worth it, so I’m never going to give you up. I’m never going to stop wanting you.” I had no idea what to say. So I just looked out the window in silence. “Say something, Layla” he begs. “Let’s just go home, Chase.” He sighs unhappily. “Okay, baby.” He reaches over and puts his hand on my thigh, not in a sexual way, but to comfort me. Still, I don’t want his comfort right now. I push his hand off and he mutters an angry “fuck!” He thumps his hand on the steering wheel. We are silent for the rest of the drive. As we pull up into the driveway, there is a car parked there that I remember seeing at the party. Some fancy, expensive Mercedes. Chase sees it, and his eyes widen. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.” He is suddenly livid. “What? Whose car is that?” He’s puts the car in reverse and is about to pull out when the door opens and Aubrey steps out. I remember that hair. Long, white blond, although not thick like mine. I’m pretty sure its extensions. I take my first good look at her, she has a nice figure, although less curvy than me. Her face however looks pinched, and bitter. “What the hell is she doing here? And what, you were going to drive off and dump me somewhere, then come back to deal with her?” He puts the car into park and closes his eyes. He opens them, then turns to look at me. “I don’t know what she’s doing here, but I don’t want you fucking upset, Layla.” “Too late, Chase. Let’s go, I’m dying to see what she has to say,” I say sarcastically. He stares longingly out the window, then sighs and opens the car door. He walks over and opens the

door for me, entwining my hand with his. I don’t pull away or say anything. We present a united front. We walk up to her; she takes in our joint hands and sneers. “New play thing Chase?” She coos. I take a step forward, but Chase grips my hand tighter. “What do you want, Aubrey? And if you say anything about Layla, you will regret it.” She pouts dramatically. “Can we talk? Alone?” “Come inside. Anything you need to say to me, you can say in front of Layla.” I hear her scoff. Bitch. We all sit awkwardly in the lounge room. Chase pulls me onto his lap. “What, Aubrey? Layla and I have plans.” He rumbles. We don’t actually, but I’m glad he wants to get rid of her. She glances at me, irritated, then looks back to Chase. She’s wearing a very low cut top and short denim shorts, I’m pretty sure she came here with seduction in mind. “I’m just wondering why we can’t be friends anymore? I mean, I know the last time we slept together was only a couple weeks before you considered yourself ‘off the market’, but....” She smiles evilly. This woman is the devil incarnate. I think back to the morning I heard Chase kick a woman harshly out of his bed, that woman wasn’t Aubrey. He is such a.... Argh! I’m going to kill someone right now. Chase tightens his fingers on my waist. I pull his hands off me and stand up, “You said you weren’t with her for a year or so, Chase.” Chase stands up to. “We weren’t together anymore, but..” “But he still wanted to fuck me.” She adds. Her input is seriously not welcome right now. “Get the fuck out, Aubrey. You want to start shit, but guess what, I’m never going to get back with you, or fuck you, ever a fucking gain!” His voice is loud, and menacing. He turns to me. “Baby I haven’t been with anyone since I met you, I haven’t wanted too! Aubrey gave me this whole fucking guilt trip about how we could just be friends, so I thought, why not? I didn’t know she was going to be a fucking bitch and start shit, trying to ruin my one fucking shot at happiness!” He turns back to Aubrey, “Why are you fucking still standing there? Get the fuck out! And go back to Vegas, because your shows at Heat are done..” “You can’t do that to me Chase! After what you and I went through? How can you just turn me out?

Did she mean so fucking little to you?” Aubrey screams. I watch the color drain from Chase’s face. His eyes grew haunted, his face pained. What the hell was that about? Kade shows up, obviously hearing most of the argument. He looks at Aubrey at says, “I will escort you out.” “Fuck you Kade!” she spits. Kade chuckles, “No way in hell.” He takes her by the arm and shows her the door. “A year. You said you hadn’t been with her in a year!” I almost whisper. Chase shakes his head as if to clear it, to bring himself back from whatever he was thinking about. “We stopped dating a year ago! After that, occasionally, we fucked! So what? You know I’ve slept with lots of women, Layla. They all meant nothing to me!” His eyes are pleading with mine, to understand, to forgive. “How long are you going to throw my past in my face?” He whispers, his voice pained. I have no answer to that. “It just... hurts, Chase. You never tell me anything! You think I like hearing things like that from her? It makes me look stupid!” I move to leave the room. “No fucking running, Layla!” he growls. “I’m not running, Chase. I’m going to have a hot bath. I need to think.” He runs his hands through his hair, the black strands sticking out messily. “Okay, baby, I’m going to go into work for a bit.” “Don’t. Don’t call me that anymore.” I whisper out. He walks towards me slowly, as if scared I will pull away. He kisses me forehead twice, tenderly. “Please, be here when I get back. We can talk.” I nod, and he turns and leaves. “Wait.” He turns around and looks at me expectantly. “What was she talking about? Tha look on your face. I never want to see you look like that again.” His eyes become distant, empty. “It was nothing.” And with that, he leaves.

Chapter Twenty Two I walk out in my fluffy bath robe, after a long bath. Kade is using his laptop, and he looks up as I walk in. “Where’s James?” He has been noticeably absent recently. “He’s busy.” He says vaguely. “Busy doing what?” I ask nosily. “Stuff,” Kade says tonelessly. “What kind of stuff?” Come on, throw me a bone here. “Stuff that doesn’t involve nosey little princesses,” he says, smirking. “What stuff does involve nosey little princesses?” I wonder out loud. “Keeping busy in the bedroom and the kitchen,” he says chuckling. “Just for that, you’re not getting any!” I huff. Chauvinistic bastard. “I wasn’t getting any from you anyway, Layla,” he says, through a fit of laughter. “I meant food! Cooking! You’re a jerk, Kade!” I hiss. These men! Ironically, I was heading to the kitchen to bake some chocolate chip cookies before my little interlude with Kade. It was time for some comfort food to assist me in feeling sorry for myself. I’ve made three batches by the time Chase gets home. Kade is sitting at the kitchen table, like a little school boy, waiting to taste anything he can get his hands on. I keep slapping his hand away, telling him he wasn’t getting any after the comments he made. Chase takes in the scene and attempts a small smile. “Get rid of the she devil?” Kade asks, grabbing one of the macadamia nut cookies when I wasn’t paying attention “Yeah, I cancelled the shows. And as of next week, it’s not my problem anymore. I don’t wanna step foot in that club again.” He stares at me while he says it. “What do you mean? Kade asks. “I’ve sold Heat. I don’t want anything to do with it anymore.” His eyes are still on mine, searching, filled with hope. Chase walks over to me and pulls me into his arms.

“After that night, when you pulled that shit on stage, when I didn’t come home, I went to my apartment to calm down. The next morning I went looking for a buyer.” He whispers to me. “Fuck, when I saw you up there, I’ve never been so angry in my life, Layla. Seeing those men, look at you like that, like you were easy, a piece of fucking meat, just there for them. Fuck. I wanted to kill each and every one of them just because they saw your beautiful body. You are mine, Layla, no man gets to even look at what is mine. To think those men are at home probably touching themselves with the image of you, makes me want to hunt them down.” “What do you mean Layla was on stage at Heat?” Kade asks his tone nothing short of menacing. I cringe. “It’s kind of a long story,” I evade. Kade looks at Chase. “What the fuck bro?” Chase looks at Kade, and they must have a conversation with their eyes, because Kade simply nods. I wrap my arms around Chase and sigh, breathing in his masculine scent. “I’m glad you don’t have to go there anymore Chase.” I say into his shirt. I was freaking thrilled. I try to pull away, but he holds onto me tightly, almost desperately. I hear Kade leave the room. He lifts my face up to look into my eyes. “Anything to make you happy, Layla. Anything.” He kisses me tenderly, and I let him. A small grin graces his lips before he pulls back. “Sleep with me tonight?” he asks hopefully. “No, Chase.” I sigh. I look at him and hold out a cookie. “For now, how about a cookie?” He chuckles, hiding his disappointment. “I’m not going to turn down one of your cookies, that’s for sure.” He takes a huge bites and moans. “They are so fucking good, Layla.” He grabs a handful. Kade walks back in and grabs a handful himself. They nod at each other in agreement of goodness. “Where’s James?” I ask Chase. “Out.” Is his reply. I mean seriously. Where the hell is James? Chase jumps in the shower and I decide to give James a call. I pick up my phone and dial his number. It rings a couple of times before he answers. “What?” James barks out in a tone I’ve never heard from him before. I’m shocked into silence. I hear him curse and hang up. What the hell was going on? After sitting for a few moments in silence I get up and head to my room. Later that night, when I go and say goodnight to Chase, he lingers as long as he can, I know he doesn’t want to leave me. But I still have a few things to think about before I jump, head first, into a relationship with him again. *****

A couple of days later, Nikki and I are going out for a few drinks. I walk out of my room; all dolled up, and start getting drilled by the brothers. “Where are you going?” Chase asks, standing up. “Out,” Is my vague reply. “Out where?” This is growled by Kade. “To a bar,” I reply reluctantly. “What bar?” James asks. I haven’t spoken to him since that night I called him, I don’t think he even knew it was me calling, because he has been acting totally normal around me. “Whatever bar you guys don’t frequent,” I say cheekily. They all glance at each other simultaneously. “I could go for a few drinks,” Chase says in a cheery voice. Ah, hell. Here we go. “Yep, I’ll go get ready,” Kade says, standing up. “Give us five minutes, Layla.” “Fine, but I call shotgun!” I yell back. I groan. They end up taking thirty minutes. I was meeting Nikki at the bar, since it’s about halfway between both our houses. I jump in Chase’s Aston Martin, and Nikki is already there waiting for us when we arrive. She is already scowling, but scowls even harsher when she sees the guys. “What happened to a girl’s night out?” She says accusingly. “You try get rid of them!” I retort sarcastically. We all take a seat, and Chase sits opposite me. Not too close, but close enough. We order our first round of drinks, and soon we are all a little tipsy. The bar is a karaoke bar, and we sing along with all the songs playing. I head to the bathroom, checking my reflection on the way out. I looked playful and young in a floral mini dress and wedges; my face was free from makeup, besides some powder and mascara. I’m walking back to our table when I hear the start to the song ‘Wait for you’ by Elliot Yamin. I love that song. I glance over and am shocked when I see it’s Chase that’s about to sing. He is standing there all alone, wearing jeans that fit him like a glove, and a white shirt rolled up to his elbows. The shirt is open at the front, exposing the top of his impressive chest. My heart flutters as I watch him clasp the microphone and raise it to his beautiful mouth. “This is for Layla,” he says

huskily, his eyes on mine, before the first verse starts. I gasp. From the very first line, he leaves me breathless. When he reaches the chorus, I find myself getting so emotional, I am holding back tears. Baby I will wait for you If you think I'm fine it just ain't true. I really need you in my life No matter what I have to do I'll wait for you His eyes are on mine the entire time. We are connected. He is amazing. We all cheer when he is done, as he walks over and kisses me once on the lips. “You’re not getting rid of me, Layla, I will wait for you for fucking ever,” he whispers into my ear. I say nothing, my mouth open in a surprised gasp. I am still speechless as we sit down and resume our drinking. I can feel everyone’s eyes on me. But none of them burn like Chase’s do. I am so aware of him, his every moment, and every breath. He consumes me. Like a magnet, I’m drawn to him. I can’t help myself. He is my drug. My passion. And I’m scared as hell. ****** I’m at lunch with Derek the next day, we meet in the same spot as last time, after my morning class finishes. “Am I signing my death warrant by being here today?” he asks. “No, it’s not like we are doing anything wrong. How’s life?” I inquire. “The usual. School, work, play.” His lip curls up when he says ‘play.’ Typical. “You do know Chase can kick my ass right?” I stare at his muscles, pondering, and he bursts out laughing. “Normally I can handle my own, but Chase is a badass fighter.”

“What?” “Yeah, didn’t you know? He’s a legend on campus.” So I have been told. “So he’s known for his womanizing and fighting skills?” I ask. Derek nods. “That pretty much sums it up. But he’s a crazy fighter; I heard this one story when...” “Derek seriously!” “What! The guys still love to talk about it.” He chuckles. “Why are we friends again?” I groan. “Because you were desperate?” he teases. I throw a fry at him.

Chapter Twenty Three The next day, I’m sitting at the dining table with Kade, playing scrabble. I had guilt tripped him into playing it with me, but now I think he loves it. “So, I hear you and Derek have been hanging out lately.” Kade says, looking annoyed. “Yeah, he’s been a good friend,” I tell him. “Friend?” He scoffs. “You know he wants you right?” I shrug. “Other than the very first day, he’s been nothing but a friend and has made no moves. I like him.” “Just be careful, alright,” Kade warns ominously. Just then, Chase walks in, takes us in and a smile tugs at his lips. Then his eyes land on Kade and his smile drops, a muscle working in his jaw. “Kade,” he says calmly. “What the fuck is that you have in your hand?” Kade looks at his hand, then his eyes widen. I look to see what the hell is going on and almost laugh when I see Kade eating one of Chase’s Twix bars. Kade bites his lip to contain his smile. “I will replenish your stash bro, I swear.” “I knew it was you stealing them!” Chase growls, storming off into his room. Kade and I look at each other and burst out laughing. “Do you think I’m allowed to eat his chocolate?” I ask, still giggling. “You should try it. That would be the test of true love if he shares with you,” Kade says, his body shaking with laughter. “Well, to be fair, I’m the one who usually buys it all for him when I do the grocery shopping.” “I love you doing the grocery shopping. Thanks for the huge box of extra-large condoms you bought me by the way,” he says, eyes twinkling. “Yeah well I figured I was doing my part for humanity by making sure you don’t knock up half of the city!” I tease. Kade puts his hands over his heart and pretends to be hurt. “You wound me, Layla. I’m glad you know me so well though, huge penis size and all.” I blush, “Yeah well, your penis was the first one I’d ever seen,” I admit, avoiding his eye contact.

“Are you serious?” he says, chuckling, “What a great first impression you got then, no need to thank me.” “Could your ego get any bigger?” I hiss, my face bright red. “Hey, you’re the one who told me I had a massive penis,” Kade says through a fit of laughter. I stick my tongue out at him. Chase walks back into the room and we both shut up straight away, both our bodies shaking silently. ****** Nikki comes over later that night, completely dolled up. I’m surprised to see her here. Her hair is tied up in a complicated bun, her green eyes smokey. I sit up on my bed, and take in her mini green satin dress, and her sexy strappy shoes. She is dressed to kill. “Where are you going, Nikki?” I sound confused. “More like, where we are going. Get fucking dressed, Layla! You owe me a girl’s night out!” She has her ‘don’t mess with me’ face on. “But..” “But what? Come on, we haven’t been out dancing since the night you met Chase. The bar doesn’t count, we didn’t dance. I’ll give you thirty minutes to get ready.” And she walks out of my room. I moan. I am so not in the mood to go out, but I guess I don’t have a choice. I force myself into a hot shower, and quickly blow dry my hair and apply my makeup. I skip my usual red lips and instead go for a darker plum, it looks sultry and daring. A light dust of gold on my eyes, winged eyeliner and some fake lashes, and I’m good to go. I put on a white chiffon dress, with a slip underneath, and my studded rock star stiletto sandals. I exit my room and walk into my lounge area. Nikki is sitting there arguing with Kade, but as soon as I walk into the room they stop. They both take me in from head to toe, and Kade whistles. “Are you trying to kill my brother?” he demands. “Not everything is about your brother.” Nikki snaps. Well then. “Um, Nikki, shall we go?” Chase chooses that moment to walk in. He does a double take when he sees me, his gaze raking me over. “Where the fuck are you going dressed like that?” he asks, his tone aggressive. “Girl’s night out.” We are having a silent war with our eyes. His are saying, “The fuck you are,” and mine are saying, “Watch me.”

Surprising me, he calms himself down, and nods. “Okay baby, you deserve a night out. You girls have fun.” He smiles at Nikki and then walks out. Huh. Why do I feel strangely disappointed there was no confrontation? Kade is looking shocked too. Nikki grabs my hand; we say our goodbyes then jump in the car. Chase didn’t even kiss me goodbye, or anything. I have no idea what to think right now. “How come you’re driving today?” I ask Nikki. We usually take a cab so we can both drink. “Not drinking tonight, I have a presentation tomorrow I cannot be hung over for.” She glances over at me and smiles. “See how mature I’m getting?” She waggles her eyebrows and we both giggle. “What’s the deal with Chase?” she asks nosily. That’s Nikki, straight to the point. “What’s the deal with Kade?” I use her line against her. She wrinkles her nose then grins. “Stalemate, bitch.” She says. I laugh. “Tonight, we are just going to enjoy ourselves, no hot headed sexy alpha men are going to be on our minds, okay?” She slightly swerves the car and goes over the curb. “Oops.” She mutters, casually. The woman is a horrific driver. An hour later, a somewhat tipsy me, and a very sober Nikki, are dancing our butts off on the dance floor. She does this move that we learnt on our high school dance team, and I burst out laughing. Nikki used to live down south with me, until her and her parents moved away straight after she graduated high school. We both used to dance and perform on school choreography nights. Our dance teacher was one of the most amazing people I have ever met. I still think about her from time to time, she made that much of an impact on my life. I do the next move in the sequence she had chosen, giggle, then turn around and do my favorite grinding move. Rhianna’s ‘Rude boy’ starts playing and that is one of my all-time favorite bump n grinding songs. Shit just got real. I turn my back to Nikki, and swivel my hips seductively. Nikki always tells me my figure is similar to Shakira’s, and I’m not so sure about that, however I have the Shakira hip movement down pact. All of a sudden the atmosphere changes, a tension filling the room, and I can feel a pair of eyes on me. I know who it is before I even turn around. No wonder the man acted so nonchalant, he was going to follow me here! I turn around and my eyes make contact with his. He heat in his eyes is filled with promises, promises he means to fulfil. I turn to Nikki and nod my head in Chase’s direction. She rolls her eyes when she sees him, and tells me to go to him. Soon I can see why, because Kade is walking in to take my place as her dance partner. I walk up to Chase, and I can’t help but give him a little smile. He pulls me into him and whispers into my ear, “You look amazing out there, Layla, I’m hard as a fucking rock.”

I giggle. “You are always hard, Chase.” I flutter my eyelashes at him innocently. “Around you, yes!” he growls. He pulls me closer and I can feel that he is indeed, extremely aroused. “I don’t want you dancing like that when I’m not around, Layla. I had to stare down several bastards that were looking at you.” I roll my eyes. “Come dance with me!” I shimmy my hips against his and he moans. “You little tease; you are going to pay for that!” I grab his hand and pull him into the middle of the dance floor. He moves his hips against mine, moving in perfect time with me. He spins me around so my back is facing his front and grips my hips as we dance in rhythm. I lift one of my hands up behind me and wrap it around his neck. It’s like he takes that as an invitation, because he starts placing soft wet kisses on my neck. Holy shit, I am so turned on right now. I spin around and crush my lips onto his. I can tell he was surprised, but he recovers quickly and kisses me passionately. He has missed me, I can tell, just by this kiss. He puts his everything into it, as do I. We pull away, panting, trying to regain control. “I love you, Layla.” He whispers into my ear. “I love you so fucking much.” My heart stops. “You consume me, angel.” I open to my mouth to say something, what, I have no idea, but he places a finger on my mouth to hush me. “Don’t say anything baby.” I don’t say anything, but I do suck his finger into my mouth. His eyes narrow to thin slits, and he bites down on his lip. “We are going home now.” He says, his voice tense. He walks over to Kade and Nikki, who now look like they are arguing. “Kade, can you make sure Nikki gets home safely?” He nods, “Sure, you two have fun.” He grins mischievously, even adding a sleazy eyebrow waggle. I stick my tongue out at him playfully and mouth to Nikki, “Is that okay?” to which she hesitates at first, then nods. Instead of taking me home, we pull up to a fancy apartment complex. I’m assuming this is the apartment he stays in sometimes. We walk to the elevator, Chase stealing kisses at every opportunity.

Once the elevator door closes, he’s on me, kissing me, wrapping my long curls in his fist. He pulls back, his eyes piercing into mine, looking soft, but also slightly conflicted. “Does this mean you’re giving us another chance? Accepting that you’re mine? Cos I won’t take you fucking pulling away from me again.” I nod. “I’ve always been yours, Chase.” Chase kisses me again before saying, “I always knew that, Layla, I was just waiting for you to figure it out.” With that, all talk ceases. We fumble into his penthouse apartment and don’t even make it to the bed. We find the quickest surface, in this case, his couch. We undress ourselves, without finesse or patience, we don’t need slow seduction tonight, we just need each other. He lays me down, none too gently, and then slides into me. This whole night has been foreplay and we don’t need any more. Our lovemaking is almost desperate, I feel like he is claiming me he as his. He flips me over the edge of the couch and enters me again from behind, pounding into me over and over. From the couch we move to the kitchen table, and then finally end up in bed.

Chapter Twenty Four I wake up to the smell of something delicious. I stretch lazily and find myself feeling a little sore. Chase and I made love twice again during the night, I love that he can’t get enough of me. He walks in only wearing his boxer shorts, looking as sexy as ever. He looks slightly more muscled than before. “Been working out?” I ask huskily. Chase grins cheekily, “I had to find some way to work out the frustration.” I bite my lip to contain my smile. “What do we have here?” I gesture to the plate in his hands. “Breakfast for my woman. Pancakes with syrup, strawberries and whipped cream.” His eyes heat as he says it, and I know he is remembering our last encounter with the syrup. “Don’t look at me like that, Chase, because I am a little too sore to do anything about it.” He comes over and hands me the plate as I sit up. His eyes concerned on mine, “Fuck, I’m sorry, baby, I couldn’t stop myself last night.” “I loved it,” I assure him. I eat my breakfast and Chase watches me with half lidded eyes. “I brought you to this apartment for a reason, Layla, besides the privacy. I want you to move in here with me.” I open my mouth, and then close it. “Chase, I’m glad we are back together again, but can we please take it a bit slower? Let’s just date for a while, then we can talk about this again.” He looks disappointed, but nods in agreement. He kisses me on the head. “Alright. I’m just happy you’re not shutting me out anymore.” He kisses me slowly. I finish my breakfast and then we go and have a shower. Together. ****** We walk back into the house, hand in hand, huge smiles adorning both our faces. I see Kade, James and a random girl sitting in the lounge are. “Look at you two!” Kade teases. “Finally!” James grins. I look at the girl and see her eyeing Chase. She is short and petite, with a severe black bob and curled bangs, like of like Betty Boop. Her eyes are dark and beady, her skin fair. For some reason, I don’t like her. Maybe it could be the evil looks she is sending my way. “Layla, this is Ashley, a friend of mine.” Kade introduces us. Chase’s hand tightens on mine as I put on a smile and say hello. I look over at James, who looks tired. I walk over to him and kiss his cheek. “Where have you been,

James? Are you okay?” he gives me a slight smile. “I had work to do, I’m fine, princess. I’m glad you and Chase sorted your shit out, now he can stop sulking around the house!” Chase flips him off. Ashley speaks, in a grating high pitch voice. “It’s been a while, Chase.” Her look says it all. Chase has been there and done that. “Ashley, shut up.” Kade rumbles. “Yeah, Ashley, the last time I saw you, you were leaving James’s room I believe,” Chase adds thoughtfully. I glance at James’ to see him grinning unrepentantly. These men! I sigh, “Okay, Ashley is a whore, we get it. Let’s go, Chase.” “What the fuck did you say bitch?” she squeals. “You’ve clearly fucked Chase. Congrats by the way, who hasn’t?” I can hear someone clearing their throat and also some muffled laughter. “And you’ve also been with James. Who knows about Kade. You are clearly an attention seeking whore, you don’t need to broadcast it. Did you get that? Or should I speak in shorter sentences for you to understand?” Chase grabs me and carries me to his room before anything can escalade. I can hear Ashley whining in the background to Kade, saying, how could he let me talk to her like that. Chase throws me on the bed, his eyes twinkling. “What was that outburst about?” “I just got you back; I don’t need another whore, who’s trying to make trouble between us. It’s obvious you have been with, what may be, the whole of Australia, but since I have decided to make this work, I’m going to have to deal with that.” He jumps on the bed next to me and hugs me. “I don’t know if I deserve you, but I’m too selfish to care. You are amazing, Layla.” I hum in agreement, causing him to grace me with his dimple. I sit up, “Come on, I want to bake something. I will behave I promise.” He kisses me then lets me go. ****** I put the plate on the table in front of Chase, and he immediately starts eyeing the selection. “Fuck, which one do I eat first.” He asks himself.

“Aren’t you going to ask what they are?” He looks up at me, confused. I point to the plate. “Twix cookies and Twix muffins.” Chase’s eyes wide almost hysterically, “You are fucking kidding me.” He picks up a cookie first and takes a bite. He moans. And I feel my body respond. “Layla, fuck nursing, you should open a fucking bakery. These are amazing.” He starts tasting one of each. Kade and James walk in, see the goods and try to take one, but Chase bats their hands away. “Fuck off. I don’t share anything Twix!” he growls possessively, swiping the plate closer to himself. Giggling, I call the boys into the kitchen and hand them the other baked goods I made, knowing Chase wouldn’t share. Kade wraps and arm around me and sighs. “You are going to be the best sister in law ever!” causing me to choke on the cookie I was eating. He pats me on the back, chuckling merrily. His hair has grown even longer, thick and light, it looked hot. I glance over at Chase to see if he heard that comment. He was stuffing his face with a muffin, but he was also wearing a huge grin. I don’t know if was over the comment or the muffin. My vote is with the muffin. “Your hair is sexy.” I blurt out, purposely changing the subject. “Hey!” Chase growls out playfully. Guess he is listening. Kade smiles slowly, and runs his hands through it. “The women seem to love it,” he boasts. “I only like it because it looks like Kurt Cobain’s.” I do love Kurt Cobain. “We’re having a party this weekend. So here’s your notice, princess.” “Another orgy huh, I’ll bring my raincoat.” Now it’s Kade choking on his cookie. ****** I wake up alone the next morning. I can hear the shower on in the bathroom. A few minutes later the door opens and Chase walks out in nothing but a towel. “You’re awake,” he purrs, his eyes interested. “I am, so what are you going to do about it?” He chuckles, a husky sound that gives me shivers. “You should have woken me up, you know, if you wanted to play.” I raise an eyebrow at him. “You looked so peaceful; I didn’t want to wake you.” He grins and drops his towel. This man is confident about his body, and he has no reason whatsoever to be shy. He is already aroused, and ready to go. He stalks over to the bed, and pulls the blanket off me. He runs his hands up from my ankles to my thighs, and then pulls down my red lacy underwear. He sits me up, and gives me a deep wet kiss, only stopping to lift my nighty off. He pauses to look me over, and rumbles his approval. I

watch his eyes linger greedily over my breasts. “Fuck,” he moans. “You are beautiful, fucking perfect. “ He kisses me again, more desperate this time. He pulls away and rumbles, “Guess I’m going to be late to work,” grins, and then continues. By the time he gets to work he was indeed, very late. I’m at work, and time is dragging. Rylie, a co- worker of mine is doing my nails. We have no clients whatsoever and the boss isn’t in all day, so it’s just the two of us. “French tip?” She asks as she files. “Yeah, sounds good.” Rylie is a petite little thing, standing at about 5’2. She is an absolutely beautiful girl, with chestnut brown hair and stunning eyes, an almost violet color. We work together about once a week and we get on great. “Any plans tonight?” she asks, making conversation. “Not really. A shit load of assignments. You?” “I have to go and pick my shit up from my ex-boyfriends,” she says with an exaggerated groan. I cringe, “Yup, I bet that has to suck.” “Yeah, I’m so fucking glad it’s over though,” she admits. “I know some hot men,” I put out there. She gives me a sly grin. “Oh yeah, how hot?” A bell beeps as the door opens and we both turn around. I’m shocked when I see Chase standing there, looking hot in a pair of worn jeans and a tight white T shirt. He has his helmet and leather jacket in his hands. “That hot?” Rylie asks, her eyes as wide as saucers. I grin. “Oh no, no one is that hot.” I’m still admiring the view. “Is this what you do all day at work, Layla? No wonder you love it,” Chase teases as he walks in and kisses me on my temple. “Hi, I’m Chase,” he rumbles to Rylie. “Rylie,” she introduces, putting her hand out in greeting. “Nice to meet you Rylie.” Chase’s eyes find mine. “I’ll wait for you outside, Layla”, he says in a

raspy voice that tugs at my lower belly. “Okay,” I whisper back at him. He walks out and both Rylie and I stare at his retreating back. “Well, fuck me,” she mumbles. I laugh. “No, seriously, Layla. You have done well. Now, go home, I’ll close up.” “You sure?” “Positive. I’ll see you next week,” she says, standing up and heading to the register. “See you, and thanks, Rylie.” “Don’t thank me, go and enjoy yourself with that hunk of a man,” she says, sighing dreamily. I walk out and see Chase waiting patiently in the car park. “Let’s go home Chase,” I demand. He sees the look in my eyes, and I watch his narrow, his nostrils flaring. He lifts me up roughly and places me on the bike, before jumping on himself. “Hold on tight, baby.”

Chapter Twenty Five I look at myself in the full length mirror. Black boots, tight ripped jeans, tight black tank top. Dead straight hair that is so long it took me an hour to iron, and classic Marilyn Monroe inspired make up, red lips, and eyeliner and heavy mascara on my eyes. “Layla, you ready?” I hear Nikki yell. “Yeah, I’m coming” I reply. I walk out of my room and into the lounge area, where Chase, James, Kade and Nikki sit. I can see Chase’s heated eyes on mine, checking me out. “Let’s go. I hope you guys are ready for this.” I say, causing Nikki to giggle. The three of them jump in Kade’s car, whilst Chase and I get on his Harley. He puts his leather jacket on me, and it smells just like him, I can’t help but breathe in the scent. Chase sees me doing it and his lip twitches. I give him a grin, unrepentant. I get a small kiss, then he straddles the bike, I wrap my arms around him and we are on our way. We pull up at the Karaoke bar, Chase and I waiting for the rest. After finding out Chase can sing, I decided to drag him here so we could all sing and muck around together. I glance over to see Chase staring at my jeans. “What?” I say a little self-consciously. “You look fucking hot, that’s what,” he spins me around. “Chase?” “Hmmmm?” “Are you staring at my ass?” “These jeans are like a second skin, how did you even get them on?” He grins as he says that. “A magic trick,” I say coyly. More like me lying on the bed, doing a lot of wiggling. I move closer to him, resting my back on his chest. He wraps his arms around me tightly, and places soft wet kisses on my neck. “We can’t leave you two alone for even five minutes!” My best friend yells across the parking lot. She’s wearing a black baby doll dress, with extremely high wedges. Kade and James are on either side of her, like two huge bodyguards. They both look extremely sexy. We all walk into the bar and order some drinks. “What do you want baby?” Chase asks me.

“Tequila, please!” He narrows his eyes at me, and then shakes his head with a small smile. I give him one in return. He orders, and then hands me over one shot. I lick the salt seductively, with my eyes on his, then down the alcohol. Chase watches my lips intently, his eyes never leaving my face. I pull him in for a quick kiss. Chase and Kade aren’t drinking, since they drove us here. “Shall we get down to business?” I ask them all. Chase smirks, and gestures for me to lead the way. Nikki gets up first with her rendition of ‘Single’ by Natasha Bedingfield. I love my best friend, but singing isn’t exactly her best attribute. I see Kade laughing his ass off at her, and Nikki not giving a shit, she’s staring right at Kade while singing it. I really don’t get those two. Chase stands up, leans over and gives me a long kiss, probably too sexy for public view, then walks up to the microphone. I look over at Kade and James who are both smirking. Chase starts to sing Lifehouse ‘Somewhere in between,’ and I melt. His voice is sexy and sinful, husky and raw. I could listen to him all night. When the song is over we all cheer like crazy people. Chase walks over to me, takes in the look of my face and starts chuckling. “Is there anything you’re not good at?” I ask him. I’m serious too. “There are lots of things I’m terrible at,” he tries to assure me. I get up next and start singing ‘Who knew’ by Pink. I have a pretty decent voice. Pretty much everyone in my family can sing. I have some family members in Sri Lanka, who are very well known for their talents. Chase keeps his eyes on mine the whole time, and it’s almost like no one else is in the room. The song finishes and everyone cheers, Chase being the loudest. He lifts me in the air and hugs me to him, and I feel safe, cherished. “You sing like an angel.” He says softly into my ear. He puts me down, but pulls me onto his lap. ****** An hour later, James and Kade, who refused to sing, are chatting up some girls at the bar. Nikki kept shooting Kade daggers, except now she’s talking to some random guy, and Kade is the one looking like he is going to go over and punch the poor guy in the face. Those two! I didn’t have any more drinks, because otherwise Chase said I would have to drive home with Kade, and there was no way I was missing out on a ride on his motorcycle. After singing my second song, ‘Call your girlfriend’ by Robyn, Chase goes out to take a call from work, telling his brothers to keep an eye on me. I’m sitting at the bar, alone, when a man sits next to me and puts his arm around me. I push his arm off instantly, and stand to leave. Before I can walk away, he grabs my hips and lifts me into his lap. This is the exact moment Chase walks back in. I would have known he had reentered, even if I didn’t see him, because the atmosphere changed instantly. The air became thick and heavy. I push myself off this random seedy man’s lap, but oblivious to the danger he was currently in, he grabs me again. I elbow him hard, and get up only for him to slap my ass. Chase storms over, and I look at Kade and James who have no idea what’s going on. Kade is staring at Nikki still, and James is staring at some girls’ huge boobs.

“Kade!” I shout out. Kade takes in the scene and immediately moves into action. Chase pushes me behind him, and stares the man down. “That’s my woman you had your fucking filthy hands on.” He growls, tone aggressive. The man shrugs unrepentantly, “And?” Chase grabs him by the throat, and the man’s face goes bright red. Kade is there, trying to talk Chase down. Chase finally let’s go and the man falls to the ground. “Calm down, Chase, fuck!” This is coming from Kade, who looks outwardly calm, but I can see that he is angry, his eyes are blazing. Chase takes a deep breath, and steps back, turning around to check on me. The stupid man stands up and says to his back, “Bitch isn’t worth it anyway.” Chase turns around and punches him right in the nose. I hear a horrible cracking sound, followed by lots and lots of dripping blood. Nikki pulls me farther back, as Chase goes to hit the man again, but this time both Kade and James jump on him, trying to pull him back. The bar tender is yelling, saying he’s calling the cops. What a freaking disaster. I walk forward and grab onto Chase’s arm. He looks down at me, and his hard eyes soften slightly. “Take me home, Chase.” I say in a calm strong voice. Chase glances over at the man and then back down at me, and nods once. I can hear Kade and James sigh in relief. Chase grabs my hand and we all walk outside in silence. He lifts me onto the bike and gives me a once over, making sure I’m alright. “I’m fine, Chase. How’s your hand?” He ignores my question, instead putting the jacket on me and handing me the helmet. Kade walks over and says, “Let me take Layla home. You need to calm down before you take off with her on that bike.” Chase glares at him, and if looks could kill. “You saying I can’t take care of my woman?” he sneers at his brother. Kade makes a calm down motion with his hands. “I’m not saying that at all, Chase. I’m saying you’re still angry and I know you, you’re going to ride recklessly.” Chase takes a step closer to his brother, and puts his hand affectionately on the back of Kade’s head. “I’ll look after Layla, don’t worry, I’m fine.” They stare into each other’s eyes for a moment until Kade nods, satisfied. Chase steps back from Kade and jumps on the bike, he glances over at me. “You okay?” I nod. He starts the engine and we take off. Chase rides carefully, and I know he is making an extra effort to make sure he does. I think in this mood he’s in, normally he would have sped off, riding the adrenaline. We get home and he helps me off the Harley. He unlocks the door, and we walk into

the room. “Take your clothes off, Layla. Now.” He commands in a rough voice. I take my boots off, and then undo my jeans, sliding them off. I pull my tank top off and I’m now standing there in a fluro pink thong and matching bra. Chase strips himself, his eyes intense. It seems he’s taking out his aggression in a different way tonight. And I have a feeling I’m going to love it. He pushes me down onto the bed, lying on top of me. He kisses me passionately, his tongue playing with mine, until I’m more than ready for him to get down to business. “Chase, please.” I pant. “Hmmm, I like it when you beg me Layla,” he taunts. “Please...” “You’ll get what you’re given, Layla,” he rumbles. I pout. Freaking tease, I’m so going to.... He kisses me and pulls off my thong. Then he makes me scream. Once, twice, thrice, before I pass out from exhaustion. ****** I open one eye and check the time on my phone. Eight am, I need to get my ass up for work. I’m about to roll out of bed, when muscular arms are wrapped around me from behind. “Where are you going?” he asks is a sleepy voice. “Work.” “Call in sick.” “Chase! I can’t, I have to go in.” I exclaim. “Are you okay?” he asks quietly. “I’m fine, I...” He cuts me off. “I wasn’t too rough last night, was I?” I sit up and look at him, giving him a sly grin. “I loved last night.” A smile traces his lips. “Good. I’m sorry if I scared you at the bar, but that fucker had his hands on you, and I just lost it.” I sigh. “You didn’t scare me, I was worried though. You need to control your anger, Mr. Jackson. But

right now, I’m going to have a shower and get ready for work.” Chase sighs, frowning. Or more like sulking. I almost laugh. I get ready, grab a quick breakfast and head out to work. Today is Chase’s day off, although he will probably end up taking calls from work. By the time I’m dressed, Chase is running on the treadmill. Kade is doing weights and James is doing sit ups. Freaking hot. Chase glances over and his eyes narrow. “You’re drooling, Layla, and it better be only for me.” He calls out, causing me to laugh. “I may be the luckiest girl alive right now!” I call back, causing all three of them to chuckle. “I’ll see you in the afternoon!” I yell. “Bye love.” Chase calls back.

Chapter Twenty Six I pull up into the driveway after a long boring day of work, and I start to freak the hell out. Why you ask? Because my mother’s car is parked in my drive way. She didn’t even call! A sneak attack, that’s what this is. I walk into the kitchen, where Chase is sitting at the dining table, chatting with my mother. My mother is very beautiful, elegant, and petite. Her black hair is shoulder length, and she looks a lot younger than her forty five. Chase sees me and chuckles at my expression. “Umm, mama?” I mumble. “Layla, there you are! How are you darling?” She comes over and hugs me. “What are you doing here?” I ask a little sharper than I meant to. She narrows her eyes at me. “Am I not welcome to visit my own daughter?” she questions. “No, of course you are, it’s just, well, you never called or anything, and..” As usual, she cuts me off. “Yes, well, I had to come and see how you are. Any why didn’t you tell me you were dating this fine gentleman?” She gestures at Chase, who is trying to contain his grin. And failing. “Well, you see...” “I had to hear it from him! My own daughter doesn’t tell me these things!” she complains. I sigh, and head to the table, taking a seat next to Chase. He takes my hand in his, and gives it a little squeeze. “How was work, baby?” he asks. “Fine.” I reply. My mother takes in us holding hands and beams. I inwardly groan. She cooks us dinner, and we sit around the table, chatting. An hour later, she leaves, threatening me that if I didn’t bring Chase home, she would bring the entire family over to my house. I quickly tell her we will be there. I close the front door, lean against it, and sigh. Chase starts laughing, “She’s adorable,” he decides. “She’s a cyclone!” I grumble. “At least I found out something that bodes well for me,” he says with a smirk. “What?” I ask, suddenly suspicious.

“You’re still going to be a babe at forty five.” He chuckles. I slap him on the arm, causing his chuckle to turn into a throaty laugh. ****** I walk into the restaurant, looking for Ryder. He’s sitting in a booth in the far left corner; I can see his dark brown head of hair. I walk over and give him a kiss on the cheek, before jumping in the seat opposite him. It was time Ryder and I had a talk. I know while it wasn’t really his business about my relationships, but he truly loved me and was thinking of my best interests. “Layla.” Ryder greets, looking happy to see me. He looks handsome in jeans and a white shirt. His hair is a beautiful chocolate brown, and curls behind his ears. Both of his arms are covered in tattoos, and he even has one on his neck. His smoky grey eyes have been known to break many hearts. “Hey Ry,” I give him a crooked smile. The waiter comes over and we both order. I hear Ryder sigh, and shake his head sadly. “Ok, I’m just going to get to the point. Are you still with him?” I look up and nod. “Yes, Ryder, I am.” He looks thoughtful. “You know you deserve much better, right?” “Ry..” “No, listen, Layla. I’ve known Chase a long time, and while he’s a good friend, I’ve seen what he’s like with women,” his eyes plead with mine. “Ryder, I’m a big girl. I know he’s got a bad track record, but he’s changed.” “I know you can take care of yourself, but you’re family. He’s going to hurt you.” He runs his hands over his face as he says this. “Ryder, I think I love him,” I whisper, almost reverently. He says nothing for a while, just stares into my eyes, searching. “And I love you, Layla, so if this is what you want... I won’t say anything more. But for the record, I don’t think this is a good idea. If he hurts you, tell him I will kill him,” he growls the last part. “Okay,” I say, a faint smile on my lips. We make small talk the rest of lunch, talking about work, and how the family is doing.

“So, I haven’t seen Nikki around lately. What’s she been up to?” he asks nonchalantly. I know Ryder, I think he has had a thing for Nikki for a while, but for some reason, he seems to be hiding it. Kind of like with Kade. Men are so confusing! “She’s good,” I tell him, “still balancing school and partying. Her and Kade have some weird non relationship thing going on.” “What?” He hisses. “Yeah, something is going on. I keep asking her about it, but get no answers.” It was getting frustrating. Ryder’s jaw tenses, and I can see his knuckles go white as he tightens his grip on the table. Ryder changes the subject, and we chat some more. We finish lunch and Ryder pays, scowling at me when I offer to. He walks me out to my car and opens the door for me. “Text me when you get home safe, baby cuz,” he says. “I will. Thanks for lunch, Ryder.” “Anytime beautiful,” he kisses my forehead. “We will catch up soon,” he says before walking to his car. He waits for me to drive off before he does. Always a gentleman, my Ryder. Later that night we are all sitting on the deck, the men are drinking beer, and I’m drinking a margarita. “Can I ask you all something?” I blurt out. Three pairs of eyes pin me, and I clear my throat. “The sharing girls’ thing, what’s the deal.” Kade and James look at Chase, who is still staring at me. “I won’t get mad, I swear.” I promise. Chase shrugs nonchalantly. “Girls just come to the house, or girls we’ve picked up. They don’t care which one of us they are with most of the time, and we don’t care either. Those girls don’t belong to any of us, so if they want to hook up with all three of us, we could care less.” He watches my reaction intently, for any signs of me getting upset. “They use us as much as we use them, trust me, and they know what they are in for, we don’t make any false promises. We are upfront that we don’t want anything serious.” James adds. “Really,” I say purposely checking out Kade, exaggeratedly. Chase growls and I can’t help a throaty laugh. Kade smirks. “Can’t handle the competition anymore, bro?” he taunts, earning his a slap on the back of his head.

Chapter Twenty Seven It’s the night of the party and people are already piling in. I’m stressed out. Loud music is pumping, scantily clad women everywhere. I’m pretty sure there are two women for every male here; no wonder everyone loves Kade’s parties. I see Chase standing at the breakfast bar with Kade and James. Kade has a woman standing on either side of him, an arm wrapped around each one. James is talking to some blonde bombshell. Chase glances up and sees me, his eyes lighting up. I’m wearing black skinny jeans, a tight black top and bright red pumps. I didn’t want to dress up too much, considering the party is at our place, and I don’t plan on socializing for long. “You look sexy.” Chase rumbles as I walk up and stand next to him. “Thanks. You’re pretty damn sexy yourself.” And he is. I find myself wishing Nikki was here, but she had a family function she couldn’t get out of. I almost run into Ashley, when I head to the bathroom. I try ignoring her, but she comes right up to me for a chat. “So, Layla. How’s things with Chase?” she demands, nosily. “How’s that any of your business?” I counter. “Stay away from Kade.” She sneers in a threatening voice. “Kade?” I repeat. This woman is a lunatic. “Oh please, I know how these brothers work. They don’t care about sharing girls.” She says nonchalantly. “Oh, so you’re going after the trifactor.” I say knowingly. She’s had Chase and James, now she wants her claws in Kade. “So go after Kade? I’ve never seen him turn down a woman before, no matter how awful they are.” I tell her. She’s silent, and I can’t help but giggle. “He turned you down? Ouch, that has to hurt.” I tell her honestly. I know I’m being a bitch, but she started it. Mature, I know. I excuse myself and walk back to Chase. He wraps his arms around me possessively. An hour later we are all laughing at a story Kade is telling us, when Aubrey walks in. I turn and glare at Chase, who looks over and sees her. His face grows angry. “I’ll take care of it.” He says to me, before walking off towards her. I see them walk off, towards Chase’s room. Oh hell no. I wait a few minutes then go to see what is going on. The room door is open, and they are standing in there talking in what seems to be a heated discussion.

Aubrey looks upset. Chase looks frustrated. I walk closer, “Chase?” I call out. I don’t want them to think I’m eavesdropping. Although I’m so curious right now, I wouldn’t put it past me. Chase glances over at me and says, “Give me a sec, Layla.” Aubrey gives me an evil look. I retreat and head to my room. I don’t get those two. A few minutes later, Chase comes into my room, without knocking might I add. “Hey, sorry about that.” I shrug. “What did she want?” “Nothing, just needed to talk about something.” He evades. I’m not sure what to think, but I’m hoping he will tell me when he’s ready. “Okay.” “Okay?” he sounds suspicious. I almost laugh, “Yes, okay. We are going back to the party or bed?” “Definitely bed!” he growls, lowering himself for a kiss. ****** I’ve been dreading this. A family function at my parent’s house. My mother actually threatened me that if I don’t bring everyone, I’m in deep shit. It’s a couple hours’ drive, and Kade, James, and Nikki are in Kade’s Hummer behind us. I’m nervous, my family can be a little... overbearing. Okay, very overbearing. We arrive at my parent’s house, and pull up in the driveway. It’s a large two story house, a little on the old side, but still lovely. I love this house. There are lots of cars parked everywhere, so we find a spot on the grass. Mum runs before I can even open the door, and instead of running to me, she runs and hugs Chase. I huff. She then moves on to hug James, Kade and Nikki, who have just driven in, before lastly coming and hugging me. “I’m so glad you came, Layla,” she says, “Come on everyone!” She leads us into the backyard where there is a whole fancy set up, and people everywhere. My dad walks over and hugs me warmly. “My Layla, I’ve missed you, baby girl.” He looks happy to see me, his gray eyes smiling, showing his laugh lines. “Missed you too dad,” I tell him honestly. “Dad, this is Chase. Chase, this is my dad,” I introduce. They shake hands and start talking about who knows what. I see my cousin Sasha running up to me. She looks gorgeous. Her hair is dead straight and up to her shoulders, and she is wearing jeans and a blouse. She has a slender yet shapely figure, and she commands attention anywhere she goes.

“Hey Sash!” I say giving her a huge hug. “Sasha?” I hear James say in a shocked voice. “James?” Sasha has gone pale. “What are you doing here?” “I came with Layla,” he says. “Um, how do you guys know each other?” I ask, being my nosey self. No one speaks up for a while, and then Sasha says “James and I used to date.” “What?” Okay, I totally didn’t see that one coming. “Awkward,” Nikki says, drawing the word out. “Look, it was a long time ago. I’ll talk to you in a bit, Layla,” she says sadly. Then she walks off. I turn to James. “What the hell James?” “How was I supposed to know she was your cousin? Shit, Layla,” he growls. “If you did something to her..” I threaten. “I’m sorry, Layla,” he interrupts, “I don’t want this to be awkward for Sasha, I’m gonna leave. Kade, can I take your car?” Kade throws him the keys. “James..” I say, not wanting him to go. He gives me a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you back at the house,” he says before walking off. Well hell. “You okay,” Chase whispers in my ear. I nod, looking for Sasha. I’m getting answers dammit. I see Ryder walking towards me, his gray eyes twinkling. “How’s my beautiful girl?” he asks, hugging me. Chase growls. “I’m good. How are you, Ry?” “I’m good. Chase, Kade,” he nods at them before looking at Nikki, “Nicole, long time no see.” Nikki grins, “Apparently not long enough, Ryder.”

Ryder flashes her smile that I’m sure can get him in and out of anything. I see Kade grab Nikki’s hand, and Nikki pull it away. Those two. A freaking soap opera, I swear. We all load our plates with the bucket loads of food my mum has prepared. Its times like these I miss my sister, Tenielle. She would have totally livened up this get together. I smile at the thought. “What is that smile for?” Chase asks, not missing a beat. “Thinking of my sister,” I tell him. “What is she like?” he asks, curious. “Fun, crazy, spontaneous, loyal,” I say, summing her up in four words. Chase is about to reply, when I see Sasha. I hand my plate to Chase, “Hold this for a sec, please?” I corner her in the kitchen. “Talk to me Sasha,” I say, getting straight to the point. “I thought he was the one,” she says, emphasizing the last two words. I’m caught off guard. Sasha has the most game when it comes to guys; she normally has them wrapped around her manicured little finger. “You want to talk about it?” “Nope,” she replies, popping the P. “Okay, well he’s gone so come out and hang with me,” I demand. “Okay,” she grumbles. When we walk back out Chase is talking with my dad again. They both smile when they see me. “What’s going on, you two?” I ask suspicious. “Nothing,” they both say at the same time. Well okay then. I see my cousins, Isabella, Giselle, and Liana flirting with Kade, and Nikki staring over from where she is talking with Ryder. I walk over to Ryder and give him my best evil eye. “What’s going on here?” I demand. “Just talking, cuz, relax,” Ryder says, kissing my temple. I sigh, no one tells me anything. An hour or two later and I’m more than ready to leave. My mother is chatting and laughing with Chase. While she is doing this, I pack a shit load of food for James. My mother comes over and gives me a hug. “I love him, Layla! He is perfect for you, you should have a summer wedding!” my mother beams.

Okay, time to go. We say bye to everyone, my mother trying to get us to stay the night. I respectfully decline. We finally get into the car and drive off. Chapter Twenty Eight I walk out to the deck, when I hear voices, and am surprised to see Ryder sitting there having a beer with Chase and Kade. James must have gone somewhere. “Hey baby girl,” Ryder says when he sees me. “Ry, what are you doing here?” I walk over and give him a huge hug. I love my cousin. “I came to see how these assholes were treating you,” is his reply. I glance over at Chase just in time to see his eyes flash. “I’m fine, Ryder. I’m the princess of the house,” I give him a wink. “She most definitely is,” Kade mumbles, giving me a crooked grin. “You think I don’t know how to treat a woman?” Chase hisses with clenched teeth. “I didn’t think that you did,” Ryder starts, “But I will admit that you are good to Layla, so that’s all that matters to me.” Chase relaxes, and the tense atmosphere disintegrates. Ryder’s stormy gray eyes turn my way, and he gives me a small wink. Have I said that I love my cousin? He is wearing ripped jeans and a black button down shirt rolled up his elbows, showcasing his impressive tattoos. I know for a fact he designed all of them, Ryder is extremely talented. He is also in a band that plays local gigs. He and I hit karaoke bars together sometimes and have a good old time. “Layla, have you baked anything? I’ve been craving your chocolate fudge brownies,” Ryder asks as he grabs himself another beer. “No brownies, but I have some vanilla cupcakes. I’ll make you some brownies and drop them off at yours if you like though.” I get up and head into the kitchen. Sitting on the oven there is a try of cupcakes I had baked that morning. I bring the tray out and sit it in front of Ryder. “Thanks, cuz,” he mumbles almost eating the cupcake whole. Kade grabs one too. “Mmmm, Layla is the best person to live with, I swear,” Kade comments, taking another huge bite of cupcake.

Chase grabs my hips and pulls me onto his lap. We shoot the shit for a few hours before Ryder goes home. I love that him and Chase has sorted their shit out. Chase stands with me still in his lap, carries me to my room, and proceeds to show me just how well he knows how to treat a woman. Twice. ****** Chase’s mum is back in town for a little a while, and we are all going to visit her. Kade invited Nikki, which I was thankful for. She tried to get out of it at first, but finally relented. His mum, whose name is Lucy, has a beautiful house near the beach. It’s a huge white house, with pillars and it looks very posh. Getting a little nervous, I flatten my dress for the third time. Chase chuckles softly. “She is going to love you, relax.” Easy for him to say. As we all hop out of the car, a woman comes running out to greet us. She has blonde hair, cut into a short sleek bob, longer in the front and shorter in the back. She has the same pale blue eyes that James and Kade have, and a slight, slender figure. She is one of those women who will always be beautiful, no matter her age. She is wearing a long flowing dress in a pale peach color, and bronze sandals. “My boys! How I have missed you!” She says, pulling them all in for a hug. Chase steps back and grabs me by my hips. “Mum this is Layla,” he says proudly. “Layla!” She beams, “I’ve been dying to meet you. You are just as stunning as I’ve been told.” She wraps her arms around me in a welcoming hug. I freeze for a few seconds before I return it. “I’ve heard so much about you.” She whispers to me, and I can’t help but feel surprised at that. “And who is this lovely lady?” She asks, gesturing at Nikki, moving in to give her a hug too. “This is Nikki,” Kade says, giving Nikki a possessive look. Well, hell. Lucy glances from Nikki to Kade, and back again. She grins slyly. “Nice to meet you Nikki. I’m Lucy, but you can call me Mum if you like. Come on inside everyone.” We walk inside and sit down in the spacious living area. Chase lifts me onto his lap and I try to wriggle away, but he pins me there. I scowl at him, but he just gives me an easy smile in return. “What can I get you all to drink?” Lucy asks. Everyone gets a coffee except for me, I get a juice. “So Chase, how did you manage to land this beauty?” she teases, giving me a wink. Kade chuckles. “We’ve all been wondering the same thing.” Chase throws a pillow, from the chair, at Kade’s head. No matter what age, it seems whenever anyone goes home to their parents’ house, they end up acting like kids again. I know my sister and I do that all the time. You will hear us dobbing on each other and everything. The thought makes me giggle. “Good looks, charm, wit and a shitload good luck,” Chase answers egotistically.

Lucy scoffs, and glances over at me. “How do you put up with his ego Layla?” I grin, “The trick is to take it down or notch or two every now and again.” Lucy laughs. “I like this one, she has fire.” She takes a sip of her coffee and glances at Kade. “What about you Kade. How have you been, son?” Kade looks at Nikki whilst saying, “I’ve been good, Mum, really good.” Lucy looks to her youngest. “James?” I glance over at James who is looking down into his drink. “Mum, did you make my coffee, an Irish coffee?” he asks, shocked. Lucy just grins. “Why yes I did. YOLO and what not.” We all burst out laughing. ****** A week later, I wake up to an empty bed, and assume Chase went to work early. The place is pretty spotless; they must have hired someone to clean up early morning. I’m studying for exams when Chase walks in. He’s wearing a black suit, and walks in giving me a weak smile. He looks drained, and his blue eyes lack their usual twinkle. “What’s wrong?” I ask. He looks miserable. “Nothing. Just a long day.” He replies quietly. I glance at the clock, it’s one pm. “Anything I can do to help?” I offer. “No, I’m just going to work out for a while.” He kisses my head absentmindedly and heads for his room. He comes out wearing nothing but a pair of navy basketball shorts and heads for their makeshift gym. I can’t help but watch as he prowls around the house, gracefully, muscles rippling with each movement. Two hours later and he’s still working out. I stick my head inside the door and he’s running on the treadmill, sweat tricking down his body. I’m about to leave when he stops running, and leans on the treadmill bars. He puts his head down, and stays like that for a few moments. I feel like I’m intruding. He looks out of sorts, heartbroken even. I wish he would tell me what it’s about. I go into my room and attempt studying, but I end up just sitting there staring at my laptop. Chase comes into my room about an hour later, sitting next to me on the bed and pulling me in for a hug. “I’m going into work; I’ll be back late, okay?” Before I can ask a million questions, he kisses me gently on the lips and walks out. I have no idea what is going on right now. Throughout the night I

wait for a call, a text, anything. But I get nothing. In fact, he doesn’t even come home.

Chapter Twenty Nine I’m at work the next morning and it’s a really slow day. I still haven’t heard anything from Chase. I hate feeling like this; unsure, lost, confused. Vulnerable. I need to go and talk to him, sort this out. Ask him if he’s okay, why he didn’t come home. I leave work early and head for his office. I’ve been in here only once before, when we were out and Chase had to stop by to drop something off. I look in my rear view mirror and add a little lipstick, and make sure I look okay. I walk out to the door of his office, open it and step inside. The cool air conditioning hits me, and an older woman wearing a beige blazer stands behind the reception desk, a different woman from when I was last here. “Can I see Mr. Jackson, please?” I ask her politely. She gives me a stern nod, “Third door down the hall.” I nod and thank her. I know where his office is, but I couldn’t just walk down there. His door is half open, and I glance inside. And get the shock of my life. Chase is standing with his back to me, leaning on his office desk. Aubrey is standing up, facing towards me, arms wrapped around Chase. And she is kissing him. She sees me, smirks, and pushes herself closer to Chase. My heart shatters. Betrayed. By the love of my life. I make a quick exit. ***** I’m home for about thirty minutes, when there is a knock at the door. I open it and there stands Aubrey. I’m shocked as hell by her audacity, I try to appear emotionless but fail. I take a step towards her and slap her across the face. Her head snaps back, and I can’t help but feel satisfaction. “You bitch!” She yells, but doesn’t try to fight me back. “I guess we are going to add stalking on your list of many faults? What, home wrecking not enough?” I say belligerently. Her face pinches, even more so, and by the look on her face, I can tell this conversation isn’t going to go well. “You think your all high and mighty, but you don’t know anything. Chase keeps so much from you.” She hisses vehemently. “Apparently.” I hiss bitterly. “And I suppose you’re here to tell me?”

She smirks now, evilly. “Do you even know where he was yesterday? Because he was with me.” I want to slap that smug look off her face. “If you don’t believe me here, read our texts.” She hands me over her phone, and I can’t help but glance down. And there it is, right there. Chase: I’ll meet you at the normal spot. Sent yesterday morning, around nine am. My heart stops. The bitch continues talking. “Did he tell you that he got me pregnant?” She chuckles at the look that must be on my face.. “Yes it was while we were together. It wasn’t planned, but I knew he was going to be a great father.” “How did he know it was yours? Didn’t you have an open relationship?” I ask quietly. She raises her eyebrow at me. “Is that what he told you? Yes, he had an open relationship. I couldn’t make him commit to more than that. But that doesn’t mean I was allowed to be with anyone but him, you know Chase, he can be possessive like that.” I think I was going to be sick. “I lost her. My baby. I had a miscarriage, at five months.” Her voice is soft, and my heart breaks for her, for the loss of Chase’s baby. I wouldn’t wish losing a baby on anyone. “I’m sorry.” I almost whisper. I think of Ed Sheeran’s song ‘Small Bump.’ Such a hauntingly sad song. “No, you’re not,” she sneers, “And that’s not why I’m here, for your pity. I’m here to tell you that he will never fully let go of me, because we went through so much together, losing our little girl. We will always have something that you will never be able to erase. When I went to his office today, we were reconciling. As you could see.” She’s taking in my reaction, feeding her hate on it, enjoying it. Before she leaves, she strikes one last parting blow. “He told me he doesn’t even want children anymore, since losing our child hurt so much.” Then she leaves, taking my heart with her. I pick up my phone and call Chase. “Hey baby, I was just thinking about you.” I can hear the smile in his voice. “Were you with Aubrey yesterday?” I get straight to the point. A few moments silence. “Layla, it’s complicated..” “Yes or no, Chase.”

“Yes, but...” I clear my throat. “She was pregnant.” My voice still comes out croaky. There was a moments silence before he answers. “Who was pregnant?” He knows exactly who I’m talking about. “Aubrey.” He sighs, sadly. “Yes she was. We lost her, we lost.. Lilly.” Lilly. It was a beautiful name, for what would have been a beautiful girl. “I’m so sorry for your loss, Chase. I would have loved to hear it from you, not Aubrey. Why didn’t you want to share that part of you with me?” “Layla, it’s not that, it’s just..” “You didn’t tell me that your ‘open relationship’ was one sided, that you cared for her that much to be possessive of her. You also never mentioned you didn’t want any children in the future.” A few tears drip down my face. “Aubrey visited you? Baby, I can explain everything. I’m going to come home now, okay?” he sound slightly panicked. “No, tell me now.” I demand my voice still shaky. “Babe, we never spoke about kids. Losing Lilly was really tough on me, and yes I said that I didn’t want to ever go through the possibility of that again. But...” “Okay.” I sniffle, cutting him off. “Okay? Fuck it breaks my heart to hear you cry. I’m leaving now. No running baby.” I can hear shuffling noises. “I saw you today,” I almost whimper. I know he can hear the hurt in my voice, and the accusation. “What, Layla?” he demands. “I saw you fucking kissing her, Chase. I came to your office! I can’t believe I trusted you! How stupid am I?” I yell. “If you wanted her, you should have just told me, Chase, not string me a long like this!” “Listen to me Layla, fucking listen to me a moment!” He says, his voice panicked. “I guess I wasn’t the only woman you have slept with without a condom after all,” I say flatly. I don’t even know why I think of that.

I hang up. Then I pack my suitcase. I stare at the huge pile of money in my drawer, the rent and bills money they never let me pay. Chase kept saying he would take it, but he never did. Screw it. I grab the money and shove it in my purse. As I’m loading up the car, Kade pulls into the driveway. He hops out and runs towards me. “Where the fuck are you going?” He demands, looking full of concern. “I’m leaving,” I say closing my car boot. “What? Why the fuck are you going?” “Maybe you should ask your brother,” I spit out. “I’m asking you, Layla. Tell me.” His voice has softened now. “I think Chase is cheating on me with Aubrey.” I say, tears now running down my face. “There is no way in hell he would do that to you, Layla.” He sounds like he believes it. “I saw him kiss her, Kade! I went to his office, and..” “That fucking bastard.” Kade says lividly, interrupting me. He kisses my head and says, “Go to Nikki’s. I’m gonna talk to Chase.” I nod, jump in my car, and get the hell out of dodge. Chapter Thirty Chase “Babe, we never spoke about kids. Losing the baby was really tough on me, and yes I said that I didn’t want to ever go through the possibility of that again. But...” But I would love to have kids with Layla, I would love to build a family with her, marry her. I would take that chance for her. I would do anything for her. Before I can tell her that, she cuts me off. “Okay.” She whispers. I can hear in the voice that she is crying, barely holding it together. “Okay? Fuck it breaks my heart to hear you cry. I’m leaving now. No running baby.” I say desperately, already standing up grabbing my briefcase, ready to leave. “I saw you today,” she tells me and the hurt in the voice, Fuck, It’s breaking me. Please, oh fuck, let her not have seen that. Aubrey had shown up unannounced and attempted to seduce me.

When that failed she had jumped on me and kissed me. I pushed her away and told her to leave. But apparently not soon enough. “I saw you fucking kissing her, Chase. I came to your office! I can’t believe I trusted you! How stupid am I?” She’s yelling now, the hurt giving way to anger. Her anger is easier to take. “If you wanted her, you should have just told me, Chase, not string me a long like this!” “Listen to me Layla, fucking listen to me a moment!” I’m freaking the fuck out. “I guess I wasn’t the only woman you have slept with without a condom after all,” she says flatly, randomly. She thinks I’m a liar, but I haven’t lied to her once. Evaded, yes. Dodged, maybe. But never have I lied to her. She hangs up. I’ve fucked up, big time. She never said she won’t run, like she always does when I say that line. Fuck. She’s going to run. I run to my car and jump in, almost speeding all the way home. I hope she’s there. If she’s not I will fucking track her down. Aubrey, fuck! Why can’t she just let me be happy? It hurts to think about the child I lost, that’s why I didn’t tell Layla. I didn’t tell her that I didn’t allow Aubrey to fuck anyone else either, because I knew she would take it the wrong way. It wasn’t that I was possessive, per say, with Aubrey, but I was not going to allow what I had at that time considered mine, to just fuck around. I told Aubrey the rules, she agreed. Hell, she would have done anything to be able to claim me as her man. I’m pretty sure she used me more than I used her. When I found out she was pregnant, I was not pleased. Only because I was pretty sure she did it to trap me. She said she was on the pill, but I still used a condom each time. One time though, the condom broke, and she became pregnant. Clearly, she wasn’t on the pill after all. But it was my child and I would love him or her regardless. Just when I was getting used to the idea of being a father, she lost the baby. I was devastated. But that is all in the past, and Layla is my future. I was with Aubrey yesterday, but only because we went to Lilly’s gravestone. I always get depressed on those days, and I know it was fucked up of me to shut Layla out like that. But I’m going to fix this; I’m going to explain everything to her. I pull into the house, Layla’s car is gone.

I run into the house, into her room. Empty. Some of her things are gone. She ran. And the worst thing, her cell phone is on the table. Fuck. Kade rushes into the room and he’s pissed. His jaw is tense, and his hands are curled into fists. Before I can say anything, his fist connects with my lip and I’m knocked against the wall. I don’t bother fighting back, I seriously fucked up. “What the fuck did you do, Chase? She couldn’t leave here fast enough, fucking crying!” He spits out vehemently. “Fuck! You let her leave?” I lift my hand to my bloodied lip, and I can see it shaking. “Of course I did. You fucking hurt her, and she needed space.” “Nothing fucking happened, Kade, Aubrey tried some shit, I pushed her away. Layla walked in at the worst possible moment. You think I would fuck it up with Layla for Aubrey? You know how I feel about Layla!” Kade looks into my eyes, searching. It hurts like hell that my own brother doesn’t completely trust me. After a few moments, he nods, his stance relaxing. “Bring her home, Chase. You need to fix this.” He puts his hand on my shoulder, squeezing it once, before leaving the room. I fall to my knees when he leaves the room. I take a couple of deep breaths, allowing myself a moment of weakness. Then I get back up. Time to get my woman back. First, I’m going to make sure Aubrey leaves me the fuck alone, once and for all. ****** Aubrey I watch Layla walk into the store, and head straight for the pharmacy section. Curious, I slowly head over, following her. My gaze looks over her from head to toe. I suppose she is beautiful, if you like that kind of thing, but many women are beautiful. I’m beautiful. So what’s so good about her? What does she have that Chase can’t get enough of? It can’t be sex, because the sex between Chase and I

was always... wild. Chase is mine, and he will always be mine. Our fathers have wanted us to get married for years. They were business partners, still are. I am close with Chase’s father. Very close. My heart misses a beat when I see her stop in front of the pregnancy tests. She picks one up. Shit. No, this can’t be happening to me! I’ve been trying for months to get Chase back, and this little bitch is not going to stand in the way, pregnant or not. I will never admit defeat when it comes to him. I met Chase this morning. Same spot as usual, out the front of the cemetery. We both bring flowers and then walk together to the gravestone. Our little girl would have been a year old. Well, my little girl. Chase and I had an open relationship. He told me that if I wanted him, I had to be faithful to him; always there for him when he decided he wanted a taste of me. But the rules were different for him of course; he got to fuck around if he felt the need to. Trying to have his cake and eat it too. I would have agreed to any of his regulations to be his woman. The title brought many things, jealousy from other women, wealth, amazing sex and the pride to be on the arm of a man such as him. I told him I would only be his. However, after being neglected time to time when he felt like he wanted another woman, I decided that I couldn’t take it anymore. If he was going to screw around, so was I. I am a very desirable woman. It didn’t take much for me to entice other men, ones willing to be discreet. I will never let him find out that Lilly isn’t his. Lilly is my last link to Chase. I pull up to Chase’s work, dressed to kill. A tight dress, a lot of cleavage and fuck me stilettos. My man always did have a thing for sexy high heels. “Hey Chase.” I purr, as I enter his office. “What are you doing here, Aubrey?” He growls in an angry tone. “Thank you for coming with me yesterday.” I tell him. “Don’t thank me; I would have gone either way, with or without you.” “Chase honey…” I’m cut off. “Don’t honey me, Aubrey. We are done. I will always love and remember Lilly, forever, but you and I, we are done,” his tone is harsh. “She doesn’t know, does she?” I ask smugly, knowing my answer already. “It’s really none of your business.” Chase hisses. “Now, Chase, you don’t have to be so rude. We were good together honey, we could have that back.” I walk towards him, swaying my lips seductively. “Aubrey! Take a hint, we are over. I fucking love Layla, I’m not going to change my mind. You need to move on,” he says tonelessly. I turn to leave, and then see Layla in the lobby talking to the receptionist. She couldn’t have had better

timing. Without warning I walk up to him, wrap my arms around the back of his neck and shove my lips on his. He grabs my hips and pushes me away roughly and I hit the wall. “Get the fuck out, Aubrey. Don’t come back,” he says angrily. I glance at the half open door, no Layla. I smile smugly. “We will never be done, Chase,” I say as I depart his office. I know exactly where I’m going to go to next. When she opens the door, she slaps me across the face. Maybe I should have expected that… “You bitch!” I yell. That fucking hurt. “I guess we are going to add stalking on your list of many faults? What, home wrecking not enough?” She sneers at me. “You think you’re all high and mighty, but you don’t know anything. Chase keeps so much from you.” I hiss at her. “Apparently.” She says bitterly. “And I suppose you’re here to tell me?” ` I smirk. Oh boy am I, and I’m going to love every minute of it. “Do you even know where he was yesterday? Because he was with me.” She looks like she wants to slap me again. “If you don’t believe me here, read our texts.” I had her my phone, and she looks like she’s going to be sick. Good. “Did he tell you that he got me pregnant?” I chuckle, seeing the look on her face. “Yes it was while we were together. It wasn’t planned, but I knew he was going to be a great father.” “How did he know it was yours? Didn’t you have an open relationship?” she asks quietly. “Is that what he told you? Yes, he had an open relationship. I couldn’t make him commit to more than that. But that doesn’t mean I was allowed to be with anyone but him, you know Chase, he can be possessive like that. I lost her. My baby. I had a miscarriage, at five months.” It still hurts talking about this sometimes. “I’m sorry,” she says quietly. “No you’re not,” I sneer, “And that’s not why I’m here, for your pity. I’m here to tell you that he will never fully let go of me, because we went through so much together, losing our little girl. We will always have something that you will never be able to erase. When I went to his office today, we were reconciling. As you could see. He told me he doesn’t even want children anymore, since losing our child hurt that much.”

My works done, I walk out. Chase may be mad at first, but he will get over it. He needs a strong woman like me. I’m in bed, when I hear a knock on my door. I look at the clock, right on time. I’m not wearing anything, just my robe. I open the door and invite him in. “I knew you would come to me, honey.” I smile, opening my robe a bit, so he can see what he’s been missing. Suddenly I’m up against the wall. Ooh, foreplay, my favorite. But when I look up at his face, I flinch at the coldness in his eyes. His lips are pursed together, and he is so intense in his fury. A whimper escapes my throat. “You fucking bitch. Why can’t you leave me alone? How dare you say that shit to Layla, that wasn’t your fucking business Aubrey,” he spits out. “Honey, I only told her the truth,” I say shakily. “What truth would that be, huh? That we’re reconciling? That sure as fuck ain’t happening.” He sneers. “Honey…” I’m cut off. “Stop fucking calling me that. I’m not your honey.” His hold is starting to hurt. “Let go, you’re hurting me.” I plead. “I’ll let you go when I’m done talking. As of now, you don’t exist to me. I’m going to get her back. I’m going to marry her. And yes, one day have children with her,” he growls. “You said you would never have children after what happened to Lilly.” I whisper out. “I was grieving when I said that.” He yells at me. “Layla is it for me. She’s everything I want. She has my heart, my respect, my love. Something you never had. I am done playing nice with you, Aubrey, I’m done placating you. The next time you come around, I won’t be so nice about it. Stay out of my fucking life.” Well, that hurts. He lets me go, and storms to the door, leaving, slamming the door behind him.

Chapter Thirty One Four days later I bought a new phone and I text Nikki and my parents, giving them my new number and telling them I am fine. Here I am, a couple days after my heart was crushed, holed up in some random motel, lying down in bed feeling sorry for myself. I’m listening to Passenger-‘let her go’ on repeat on my iPod. Only hate the road when you're missing home Only know you love her when you let her go And you let her go... I know I am going to have to go back and face him. All my things are there. But I needed time to think. It’s not just me to think about anymore. I glance down at my stomach. I have to think of my baby. My period had been a week late, but that wasn’t too unusual for me. So I waited an extra week before I started to worry. The day I saw Chase kissing Aubrey, I had just done a pregnancy test that morning. It was positive. And Aubrey had perfect timing. I was already feeling vulnerable before she sprung all that on me. Chase doesn’t have my new phone number, but he’s been emailing me nonstop. I haven’t read any of them. My phone rings with Nikki’s ring tone ‘About a girl’ by Nirvana. ****** Chase Nikki is standing in my kitchen, surrounded by myself, Kade and James. We are all staring at her, as she dials Layla’s number. She hands me over the phone, and my hand is shaking. It took about an hour or two of convincing her to do this, as she felt like she was betraying Layla. Layla had only given her new number to her parents and Nikki, no one else. We convinced her that Layla was over reacting, and that she needs to get her ass home. Kade pulled her into the room and had a chat with her, and she somehow relented. Fuck, I needed my woman home. I was over this shit. I’m fucking miserable without her. I explained to Nikki about the kiss. Aubrey is pulling out all the stops to keep Layla away from me. Manipulative little bitch. ****** Layla “Hey Nikki,” I greet tiredly. “Layla, don’t hang up!” Chase says in a hard voice. “Nikki’s so dead,” I say irritably. “Layla, let me fucking explain. I deserve that at least. Which motel are you at? I’ll come and get you.

Please, Layla,” he begs, hurt leaking through his voice. “You don’t deserve anything, Chase. But don’t worry, I’m coming home tomorrow; I need to pick up my things. It would be considerate if you made sure you weren’t home.” I say bitterly. I hear Chase growl, he wants to say so many things, but he’s scared I won’t come home tomorrow. “Fine,” he hisses through what I imagine are clenched teeth. I hang up. ****** I spend the morning throwing up. I haven’t told anyone about the baby yet. I feel guilty; Chase deserves to know, even if we aren’t together. I need to tell him today. I check out of the motel and drive home. It’s only about an hour away. I pull up and see all the car’s gone, except Chase’s car and motorcycle. I take a deep breath, and mentally prepare myself. I’m still sitting in the car when Chase walks out. He walks up to my car and opens my door and I take a good look at him. He looks exhausted. Probably the same way that I look. He puts his hand out to help me out, which I ignore and get out myself. Petty maybe, but if I need to keep my walls up and touching him won’t help me with that. He sighs at me, and pulls me towards him in a hug. A hug which I don’t return. “I missed you so much baby,” he whispers in my ear. I pull away, and walk towards the door. We walk inside, side by side, but miles apart at the same time. Once we’re inside, I head to my bedroom and start pulling my clothes out of my cupboard. Chase stands behind me, so close I can almost feel his body heat. The air is thick, heavy. “Layla, stop.” He says in a tortured voice. I don’t, I continue to angrily grab my clothes, throwing them on my bed. Chase gently grabs my hand, stopping me from moving. “Layla, stop. Please.” His voice is almost a whisper. I pull my arm away from him and step back. “You kissed her!” I yell suddenly, causing him to flinch. “What else did you do with her?” The intensity in my voice surprises even me. “Nothing. I did nothing with her, Layla. Listen to me!” He sounds so frustrated, and a little defeated. “I saw you, Chase! Don’t even try to lie! I deserve more than that!” Chase walks over and puts his hands on my shoulders. “And I deserve you giving me a chance to explain.” His warm breath fans my cheek, and it hurts so much to have him this close to me. I used to look down on women who forgave their men for cheating, but I would love nothing more than to forget this ever happened. If only it were that easy. Chase takes a seat on my bed, and pulls me next to him. “Aubrey showed up, invited and unexpected.

She kissed me. Which is when you would have walked in. Baby, I pushed her away instantly. Why would I want her? All I can see is you, Layla.” I take a shaky breath, considering his words. I look at him, and for the first time, notice his lip is cut and swollen. Looks like Kade had a ‘talk’ with him after all. I don’t like that he was hurt, I find it brings me no satisfaction. “You kept so much from me, Chase,” I whisper, my voice breaking. “I tried to protect you, Layla... I know I’ve fucked up. A lot. I handled everything badly. Let me fix it, Layla. I want to spend the rest of my life making it up to you.” His voice is full on sincerity. “I’ll explain everything.. I’ll...” “Chase, I need to say something first, okay?” I say, cutting him off. “It’s something you will probably be upset about, and I’m sorry, but it’s happened, and now...” I trail off. At first he seems hesitant for me to continue, looking worried, but then he nods encouragingly. “I’m pregnant,” I blurt. His eyes widen, showing his surprise. He goes to talk, but I cut him off. “I know I was on the pill, but it can still happen and...” I swallow. “I know this is not something you want, and if you don’t want anything to do with the baby, that’s okay, I don’t want you to feel obligated or anything. I mean, if you do want to be in his or her life, then we could work out some kind of visiting,” I ramble. Chase’s eyes narrow and his eyes harden. A muscle ticks in his jaw and I can tell he’s mad. “You think that I wouldn’t want anything to do with my own child? My son or daughter?” His voice is calm, but I can hear the rage and hurt laced within it. “Considering you said you didn’t want any children after..” He cuts me off. “Am I not entitled to change my mind about something I said, recklessly, when I was still grieving?” he says, affronted. “Of course you are, Chase, but..” “How long have you known, Layla?” he demands. Trying not to cower at the intensity of his voice, I say “Since the day I saw you kissing Aubrey.” “You ran off; by yourself knowing that you were carrying my baby? It wasn’t safe, Layla!” he snaps. Now I was getting angry. “Well excuse me for getting upset seeing the love of my life kissing his ex-girlfriend, after he didn’t

come home the night before and completely shut me out!” I yell. I stand up and start pacing. “And how was it not safe? I’m an adult. I can take care of myself!” Chase’s eyes soften at my outburst. “Baby, this is all my fucking fault, I should have just told you...” he sighs. “ I went out with Aubrey that morning because we went to the cemetery to bring Lilly flowers. When I got home, I was still out of sorts, and I ignored you. I fucked up, Layla. I’ve never had anyone, a woman like you, to share those things with. I just went to my apartment, had a few drinks and fell asleep that night. Then Aubrey showed up at my office and kissed me. I pushed her away, and kicked her ass out. Fuck, I know it looks bad, but how could I ever want anyone but you? You are my everything, Layla, I never thought in a million years I would be so blessed to find someone who is perfect like you are.” “I’m not perfect.” I mumble. “Maybe so, but you’re fucking perfect for me, baby,” he says meaningfully, staring into my eyes. He walks over to where I’m standing and gets down on his knees, lifting up my tank top. He places a soft kiss on the middle of my stomach. “I love you. And I love our baby.” He rumbles against my stomach. He looks up into my eyes, and I can see his happiness, his wonder. But also his anxiety. “I’m healthy, and the baby will be fine.” I assure him. “I’m going to be a bit over protective, Layla, you’re going to have to deal with it.” He gives me a small grin, and then kisses my tummy again. “Daddy loves you, little one. So, so much.” He almost whispers, his voice so tender it brings tears to my eyes. He glances up at me again. “Don’t cry, love.” He says. “I love you, Chase.” He gives me the most beautiful smile ever. “About time.” I giggle through my tears. He stands up and pulls me in for a deep, long kiss. ****** Much to Chase’s dismay, I decide to spend the night at Nikki’s. I want a little time to think, to recuperate. I had twenty missed calls from her and a million texts, apologizing. I decided to drop by and put her out of her misery. I walk into her room and find her sitting cross legged on her pink sheets. She jumps up when she sees me. “Layla? OMG I’m sorry I gave him your number! But I heard his side and I realized you were being stupid and..” “It’s okay, Nikki, I forgive you.”

She eyes my bag, “Yes! You’re staying the night?” I grin, “Sure am, just like old times.” “Did you guys make up?” she asks inquisitively. “Yes, but we still have a lot to work out,” I say truthfully. “I’ll bet, come on, let’s have a girls night in. Movies and junk food,” she suggests. “Sounds wonderful.” It is just what I need after a drama filled few days. “What do you want to watch?” Nikki asks, pulling out all her DVDs. “Let’s start with Love and Basketball,” I suggest, grinning. “Good choice.” She cooks some popcorn and we both change into our pajamas. Snuggling together on the couch, we commence with our bonding. ****** I drive home the next day, and see that Chase is the only one home. He greets me at the door, giving me a tight hug and a long deep kiss. “Thank fuck you came home,” he says, relieved. “You thought I wouldn’t?” I ask, surprised. “I was worried.. Fuck I needed you last night Layla. I wish you had stayed,” he admits. “I’m sorry Chase. I just needed a little time.” “I know, and although it nearly killed me, I gave you that play. But your time is over, Layla. If you need to think, you do it near me, with me. No more of that shit. I went through hell last night, I was pacing up and down, trying to stop myself from dragging you home where you belong!” he growls heatedly. “I’m sorry,” I say, my voice fragile. “I’m done restraining myself because I’m scared that you will run off, Layla!” He hisses, pulling me in for a greedy kiss. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. He kisses me passionately, walking with me in his arms, until we get to the living area. He sits down with me still wrapped around him, so I’m straddling his lap. Breaking our kiss, he pulls my top and bra off, leaving me naked from the waist up. I watch his gaze admire my breasts, before he suckles on them gently, causing me to moan. Slowly, he runs his hands up, from my knees, making a trail, until he is lifting up my skirt so it sits on my hips. He is now leaving hot, wet kisses on my neck before he leans me back so he can undo his jeans. His eyes are on mine as he unzips them, pulling them down as far as they can go, without me having to move off him. I moan when I see him, aroused and ready, and he pulls me close to him again, his lips fusing to mine. His kisses are hot, needy and hungry. Possessive. I lift his

T shirt off, pulling it over his head. I glance down at his chest and gasp at what I see. I place my hand over his heart, where he has the word ‘Layla’ is tattooed in a beautiful font. “Chase?” I whisper reverently. “Do you like it?” he asks, his husky tone deep. “I love it,” I tell him, placing a kiss over each letter of my name. I hear a guttural moan as he rips my flimsy underwear off me in impatience, tearing away the last barrier between us. He grinds me against his arousal, until I’m whimpering with need. “Ride me, Layla.” He demands, his eyes looking wild. He slides into me, and my whimpers turn to moans. “That’s it baby, just like that,” he encourages, as I move my hips up and down in smooth movements. I seize his face in my palms, and fuse my lips to his, kissing him uninhibitedly. He catches my moans of release with his mouth, as I shatter into a million pieces. Chase grips my hips, raising his into mine, pounding into me with quick strokes, until I feel his body shake with his release. We are both panting, and hanging on to each other. Chase pushes away the strands of hair that have fallen onto my face. “I love you Layla,” he whispers, full of emotion. “I love you too Chase.” I look around. “We just had sex in the living area where we all sit.” Chase chuckles. “I’m pretty sure we’re not the first ones, baby.” I scrunch up my nose at the thought. We snuggle for a moment before I go to the bath room to clean up. I then walk into my room to find it cleared out, empty. Am I being kicked out? “Ummm Chase?” I call out. I can hear him chuckle. “Come on, baby, we’re going for a drive,” he calls out. I walk out, curious, and allow him to lead me to his car. He glares at the motorcycle on the way out and mumbles, “No more motorcycle for you.” I roll my eyes. We drive to his apartment building, and I give him a suspicious look, getting a wicked grin in return. “Chase, you didn’t?” I drawl. Instead of answering, he just gives me a sly grin. “Chase?” He opens the car door and helps me get out. “Chase, it’s not really necessary to...” “Get used to it, Layla.” He demands through a smile. We walk into his apartment, and the first thing I see is that it has been refurnished. Eyes wide I look

around, and it looks really good. Chase takes me into his bedroom and that’s when I see all my stuff. Already unpacked. In his room. “Did you... move me into your apartment?” I ask, still in shock. “I did, perfect idea don’t you think?” He looks pretty happy with himself. I narrow my eyes at him. “And if I don’t want to live here? I quite like living with your brothers, you know.” I glance up at him innocently, baiting him. But he just gives me a grin, dimple in full effect, and says “Challenge accepted.” I roll my eyes. Then I grab my man and take him to bed. ****** I’m sitting in bed, cross legged, reading my kindle. “Is this a new bed?” I ask Chase curiously. “Yes, why?” “Just asking,” I mused. Chase glances up at me, from his prone position on the bed, and raises a brow in question. “Just wondering if you’ve had any women in his bed,” I mumble. The humor in Chase’s eyes dims. “Layla..” he starts. “Never mind,” I try to back track, avoiding eye contact with him. “Layla, look at me,” he demands. I slowly raise my eyes to his. He meets my gaze and takes my kindle and puts it down, and pulls me closer to him. “There has been no other woman in this apartment, except you,” he says softly, brushing his nose with mine. He skims the line of my jaw with his mouth, placing soft butterfly kisses. “So don’t worry about those things any more, okay, baby, cos I’m all yours, forever,” he whispers in my ear. He puts his hand on my stomach. “This is the start of our family, and I couldn’t be happier. I couldn’t be prouder, and I couldn’t possibly love anyone more than I love you, and our child.” I begin to tear up, damn hormones. Chase chuckles. I elbow him. We snuggle together for a little while, him stroking my hair.

“I’m getting better at these little speeches aren’t I?” he says, now amused. I narrow my eyes at him, and he gives me a roguish smile. “So when are you going to marry me,” he asks suddenly. “Was that meant to be a proposal?” I ask, instantly offended, searching his eyes for any indication that he was serious. He gives me a crooked grin. “You don’t have to propose just because you knocked me up,” I say bluntly. “Please don’t tell you’re serious?” he says in an odd tone. I shrug. His eyes narrow to slits. “Well, fuck,” he says under his breath. He reaches into the top drawer of the side table and pulls out an elegant black box. He opens it and a gorgeous princess cut white gold ring stares up at me. It’s beautiful. I gasp. “Layla, I love you, everything about you. I always have and I always will. From the moment I saw you, I knew that no one would ever compare to you. Would you please do me the honor of being my wife?” he asks tenderly, his eyes hungry on mine. “Yes,” I whisper, getting teary eyed yet again. He puts the ring on my finger, and it fits perfectly. Just like us. “By the way, I bought that ring for you a long time ago. Before I knew that we were having a baby. I’ll always take care of you baby, we were born to love each other,” he pulls me in for a long greedy kiss. ****** It’s my first doctor’s appointment. Chase is right next to me, looking in awe at the little dot on the monitor. “She’s beautiful,” he whispers reverently. He is sure it is a little girl. I laugh, which earns me a scowl. “Seriously Chase, I can’t even see anything,” I complain again. The doctor shows me for the third time and I nod and smile. I still don’t see him or her. I feel like Rachel on friends right now. I go home with a little ultrasound picture, and a very proud daddy. Chase is literally beaming, and it makes me so happy to see. I don’t know how I could have ever thought he wouldn’t want this child. I feel stupid in retrospect. Chase sticks the photo on the fridge, causing me to giggle. “What?” he asks a slight trace of a smile on his lips. “Aren’t you all domestic?” I tease. “Why, because I stuck the photo on the fridge?”

I nod. I stare at him thoughtful, my eyebrows drawn. “What is it angel?” he asks as he takes in my expression. “I was just thinking,” I stare at the fridge, “soon it’s going to be artwork on the fridge.” I turn to him and smile, coming closer so we are nose to nose. “Have I told you that I love you today?” he whispers. “Yes, but I never get sick of hearing it,” I reply. He kisses me then, deeply, sensually. He pulls back, stares into my eyes and says, “I love you, my life.” I kiss him this time, hungrily, greedily. “I love you too. Now take me to bed.” He does.

Chapter Thirty Two Chase and I walk through the house; the door was unlocked as usual. “Kade? James?” Chase yells. “Hey, man,” Kade says as he walks out of his room, blonde hair loose and messy. “Family meeting in the living room!” Chase says with a huge grin on his face. I chuckle. He’s so cute when he’s excited. Kade shrugs and heads to the living room. I hear a car pull up out the front, it must be Nikki. Chase goes to get James and I wait for Nikki at the front door. “Hey Layla, is everything okay?” She looks worried. Her auburn hair is tied in two braids, and she is wearing black tights with an off the shoulder green top. She looks cute. “Everything is fine, come in and I’ll explain.” We walk into the living room, where all three men are waiting. Kade and Nikki eye each other, a weird tension between them. Chase walks over to me and puts his arms around me. “We’re pregnant!” Chase blurts out. He glances down at me and gives me the most devastating smile, his dimple deeper than ever. “And we are getting married!” Kade and James look surprised, both wide eyed. They immediately come over and congratulate us, both wrapping me in warm hugs. “Congrats sis,” James whispers in my ear, giving me a kiss on the cheek. They both hug Chase, their eyes full of emotion. I start to tear up. Kade sees me and smirks. “Hormones already getting you are they, princess?” “Whatever, I’m too badass for something as silly as hormones to take me down,” I scoff. Kade kisses my forehead. “Thank you for making me an uncle,” he says sincerely. I smile. “Thank you for being happy about it.” “Why wouldn’t I be? I love kids, I can’t wait to have my own one day.” He looks over at Nikki as he says it. “And I will especially love my niece or nephew,” he says softly. I look around him at Nikki who is looking at Kade with a soft look in her eyes. When she sees me looking at her, she comes over and hugs me tightly. “I’m so happy for you, Layla. I get to be Auntie Nikki right?” she says with her hand on her hip. I laugh. “Of course Nik.”

“Can I also be there when you tell your parents?” Nikki asks with an evil grin, grabbing my head and taking a look at my ring. Yeah, that was not going to be a pretty conversation. I shake my head at her, my eyes wide as saucers. She bursts out laughing. “It will be okay, don’t worry, Layla. Holy fuck this diamond is massive!” she blurts out, eyes wide. We all head out to celebrate. Chase is telling anyone that will listen that he is going to be a father. The majority of them could care less, but it is super adorable. Nikki tells us she’s moving out of her parents, and currently looking for places. “Why don’t you take Layla’s old room at the house, Nikki?” Chase says beside me. “Yeah, no, I don’t think that will work,” She says glancing over at Kade with a raised eyebrow. “Why not? I think it’s a good idea,” Kade says, smirking. Something’s up. “You should Nikki,” I tell her, “I will see you all the time, because I’m always over there, and Kade and James are fun to live with. Never a dull moment that’s for sure.” She pauses and thinks it over, staring at Kade from under her lashes. “I guess I could give it a try. It’s sort of close to my new job,” she agrees eventually. I look over at Kade, who looks relaxed, a faint smile tracing his lips. “I need to go to the bathroom,” I announce to the entire table. “Good for you,” Kade says cheekily. “Nikki, would you join me please,” I say, more a demand than a request. We walk into the bathroom and I glare at her. “You and Kade. Explain now. The truth.” Nikki groans. “We slept together. Before you met them, it was a couple of weeks before actually.” I blink. “Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask, hurt. “You just moved in with them, dating this brother. The whole thing was awkward,” she explains. “So what’s going on with you now?” I ask nosily. “Nothing. It’s complicated. But for now, nothing,” she says earnestly. “Fine,” I mumble. “Everything is okay though right Nikki?” I ask her softly. “Everything is fine, Layla. Come on, let’s go eat.”

I nod, and we walk out, arms linked. ****** James is throwing a party, which is very unusual, since it’s usually Kade who organizes them. Nikki walks into the house, hands full of bags. I told her to pick up some food on her way here from work. Nikki moved in last week and so far so good. Well that’s what she is telling me. “You are the best, Nik,” I tell her, rummaging through one of the bags. Kade’s friend, Ashley, walks over and I frown. “Hello, I’m Ashley. Who are you?” Ashley asks Nikki. “This is my best friend, Nikki, she lives here now.” I tell Ashley. This girl doesn’t play nice, so I’m wondering what she is up to. Nikki and Ashley eye each other. “Oh yeah, you’re that bitch who told Layla to stay away from Kade!” Nikki says, chuckling evilly. “Oh, I’ll get Kade,” Ashley purrs. “I did enjoy the other two, especially Chase,” She gives me a smug look as she says Chase’s name. Well, shit. I turn around looking for Chase. I’d love nothing more than to get involved in this, but there’s no way in hell I can. I put a hand on my stomach and sigh. I spot Chase seated, eating chocolate. Twix bars I suppose. You would think he was the pregnant one. I get his attention and signal him to come over. I turn back to the girls to see Nikki sitting on top of Ashley and repeatedly punching her, Ashley must have said something I didn’t hear, because I don’t think Nikki would just lay her out like that over that one comment. I almost laugh, because right at this moment “Girl Fight” by Brooke Valentine is playing. Instead of stopping the fight, Chase carries me in his arms and takes me far away from the fighting. From my new position, I can see Kade rushing over, pulling Nikki off Ashley. “What the fuck is going on here!?” Kade growls. “No one talks to my fucking best friend like that!” Nikki sneers. All heads turn in my direction. “Layla?” Chases asks. I tell him what she said and his body tenses. “Kade, get her the fuck out of here,” Chase booms. Kade says nothing as he escorts Ashley outside, and from the window, I see him load her up in his car and back out of the driveway.

“Why the hell is Kade friends with her? She will be back,” James mutters. “Why the hell did everyone fuck her?” Nikki spits out. “Nikki, I understand you gotta stick up for Layla, but she is fucking pregnant. She can’t be your partner in crime anymore, anytime you lose your shit!” Chase explodes. I cringe. Nikki looks over at me and her eyes soften. “Sorry,” she mouths to me. I give her a smile. I wasn’t in any danger; I wasn’t standing right next to them. Chase needs to realize I will always look after my baby first. If I was in danger of getting hurt, I would have got the hell out of dodge. “Come on, Nikki, let’s get you cleaned up, you got blood everywhere. Who would have thought you could lay a bitch out like that.” James chuckles as he takes her arm and heads towards the bathroom. “Actually, she does this often.” I yell down the hallway. “Just fucking great,” Chase mutters quietly. Chase turns to me, “I don’t want you around her when she gets like that.” “When she gets like what? Loses her temper and resorts to violence? You don’t ever do that do you, honey?” Chase narrows his eyes at me. “You’re pregnant, angel, I don’t want you hurt. I will fucking die before you get hurt!” he hisses. “Chase, I will be fine. I promise,” I soothe. He kisses me deeply. “I know you will baby, because I will make it so.”

Chapter Thirty Three Hand in hand, Chase and I are walking in the shopping mall. I dragged him shopping, he claims to hate it, but I’m pretty sure he’s as excited about buying baby things as I am. I’m now four months along, and I have a little baby bump. Chase thinks it’s adorable. I’m eating a large ice cream cone, and Chase is teasing me about it, making pervy comments, when I see Aubrey. She looks the same, she’s wearing a barely there mini skirt and a tight top. Chase looks over to see what I’m staring at, and he instantly tenses. She sees us, and her face pinches even more than usual. Her face goes a little red; I can almost see the steam coming out of her ears. She walks over with a sneer on her face. “Still together I see. How lovely,” she says sarcastically. “Of course we are. Not even you could tear us apart,” I say dryly. I hold my hand up so she can see the ring. She looks down at it and then her gaze goes to my stomach, and her face goes pale. She looks up, looks at Chase, and starts crying. “This should be us. Not you and her! It always was supposed to be us.” She whispers the last part. “No, Aubrey, it wasn’t. You know that too, you need to let it go,” he says this in a soft, soothing voice. “Wait until your father hears about this! He’s gonna be livid! You know he was expecting us to end up together!” She is grasping at straws now. “I couldn’t care less. It’s what I want, not what he wants,” Chase counters. “You said you would never get married, that you weren’t the commitment kind!” “Obviously I’ve changed, Aubrey,” he tells her gently. She puts her head down, sobbing dramatically. After a few moments, she looks up, mascara running down her face, then she scowls. “You’re right, Chase, you’re absolutely fucking right. Wanna know a secret?” She leans in and fake whispers “Lilly wasn’t fucking yours.” She steps back and has the ugliest grin on her face. I look up to see Chase, and he looks like he’s going to be sick. The color has drained from his face, his eyes gone dead. “What?” He whispers, shocked. He obviously did not see this one coming. “It’s true. You think I was just going to sit around and wait for you? I have men lining up for a chance with me. Lilly isn’t yours. I always knew it.” “All this time... I fucking mourned her, I still do.” Chase is at a loss for words, so I take over. “You’re a fucking bitch! And the worst kind of woman, Aubrey!” I growl. I swear, if I wasn’t pregnant right now.

Chase is shaking. Shit, I gotta get him home. He looks like he wants to hit her. I know the feeling. “Come on babe, she’s not worth it.” I turn to look at Aubrey, my eyes narrowed to slits. “Karma’s a bitch, Aubrey.” And before she spits any other venom out of her mouth, I drag a silent Chase home. ****** After Chase stayed quiet the entire ride home, staring out the window, I was starting to get worried. “Chase, honey, talk to me,” I beg. “What if she was lying?” he says. That is a good question. I wouldn’t put it past her. But then again, she just gave up her only hold on Chase. “Why don’t you still visit Lilly’s grave. We may never know the truth, but I think she is yours no matter what, because you loved her,” I tell him softly. He considers it, and then nods. “I know you aren’t going to like this, but I need to talk to Aubrey, I want to know, no, I need to know, if I was her father.” “I understand,” I tell him softly. He takes my hand in his, and I sigh in relief. He’s not shutting me out. We can get through this, together. ****** We are on our way to see Chase’s dad. I’m nervous, mainly because Chase is nervous. He is tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, and I can see different emotions play on his face. I’ve heard that Chase’s dad is a dick. From various sources, Chase included. There is some whole cheating whilst married fiasco. I’m pretty sure Chase’s mum didn’t know he was married at the time she was already pregnant with Chase. We pull up at a huge mansion. When I say huge, I mean HUGE. I blink. “This is where your dad lives?” I repeat, for the third time, mouth still hanging open. Chase glances over at me, “Yes, Layla, this is where he lives.” He gets out of the car while I sit here, still staring at the house. Chase opens my door and gently pulls me out, giving my lips a few soft kisses. I’m worried about coming here. Anyway, I’m pretty damn nervous right now. “Come on, baby, it will be fine, okay?” Chase assures me as he rubs his hand on my stomach in a protective gesture. I nod. I glance down at my outfit, and hope I’m wearing something appropriate. I went with a long black maxi dress and gold sandals. My hair is in a long fish braid, and I’m wearing neutral make up, browns on my eyes and a nude lip. “You look like an angel, Layla; you’re perfect, so stop stressing,” he says softly. “Okay, let’s do this,” I say more to myself than Chase.

After we are invited in and seated some kind of posh looking room, Chase’s dad walks in. I know it’s him instantly, because he looks a lot like Chase. Dark thick pepper and salt hair, he has similar features and blue eyes of a different shade. There is one difference though; his blue eyes don’t contain the warmth that Chase’s do. He looks mean. His posture is rigid, and I can tell he has kept himself in good shape over the years. Chase and I stand up to greet him. “Son,” he acknowledges Chase, “It’s been a long time.” He walks up to him and puts his hand on his shoulder, than glances over at me. “And who is this beauty?” he asks in tone that doesn’t quite seem appropriate. Chase grabs my hand protectively and pulls me closer to him. “This is my fiancé, Layla.” Chase beams at me as he says it, and I can see the pride in his eyes. I can’t help the tentative smile that spreads across my lips. As soon as Chase said the word fiancé, the atmosphere immediately became tense. His dad, Chase told me his name was Dean, looks over at Chase with a sneer. “Fiancé? What has gotten into you, Chase? I thought you were going to settle down with that lovely girl Aubrey?” I grimace at her name. “That’s enough father, me marrying a stripper would make you happy?. I love Layla, and I’m going to marry her. Aubrey is history, and good fucking riddance!” Chase hisses. Dean glances over at Chase thoughtfully. “Why would you want to...” He breaks off and nods. “I see. You’ve knocked this girl up. That would have to be it.” He glances over at me and pins me with an evil look. I look over at Chase, just in time to see his eyes flash rage. “You have some fucking nerve...” he starts walking towards this father ready for a confrontation. I grab his hand, my eyes pleading with his. “Chase, can we just go please,” I ask him softly. I wanted to get out of here. I really didn’t deserve this. “You don’t need to marry her Chase, I can write her a cheque,” his father says snidely. He actually starts to pull out his cheque book. “Aubrey’s father and I, have been waiting for the both of you to finally tie the knot. Our plans won’t be ruined because of some infatuation you have.” This is a disaster. Chase sits me down on the chair, and stares directly into my eyes. “Stay here for one minute angel. Can you do that for me?” he asks in a tender voice. I nod. He kisses me on the forehead, and then glares at his father. “Other room. Now,” he growls, his teeth clenched. They both walk out and Chase gently closes the door. A few moments later, I can hear a lot of yelling and Chase saying the word fuck a lot. Then I hear a crash. I feel horrible. I don’t want to cause and even bigger rift between them. A few minutes later Chase walks back in and takes me by the hand. His knuckles are bleeding. I

glance at him worriedly, “Chase, are you okay?” “Let’s go home baby,” he tries to say gently, but I can hear the controlled rage laced underneath. I nod. I could not get out of here fast enough. ****** “I’m so sorry, Layla; you shouldn’t have had to listen to that. I fucked up.” Chase has been apologizing for the entire ride home. It’s not his fault, at all, but I still feel terrible. “I had no idea he would be that much of a bastard,” he grumbles miserably. I take his hand and entwine our fingers. “It’s okay, Chase, but I don’t really want to go through that again,” I say bluntly. “It was awkward as hell, and I feel like shit now. I don’t want you to fight with your dad.” I take a deep breath. “Wait a minute; you’ve known Aubrey for a long time. I thought she was just a random girl you met and dated.” Chase sighs. “Yeah, I’ve known her since we were kids. I never really had anything to do with her. I hadn’t seen her for years until I ran into her in Vegas, by then she was a popular showgirl. She followed me back home and asked for a job at Heat. We started seeing each other after that. Let’s not talk about her anymore,” he says, voice pleading. Aubrey is obviously still a sore subject. The car is silent for a few moments. “I’m not taking you there ever a fucking gain, baby. I’m so sorry. You should never be treated like that, especially by someone I brought into your life. Fuck!,” Chase suddenly blurts out. “Chase, stop. It’s not your fault okay,” I tell him again. I lean over and kiss him on his cheek, and his jaw. He sighs. Instead of going to the apartment we go to Kade and James’ place. Both boys are sitting on the deck, Kade is on his laptop and James is reading some huge business book. “Hey you two, any idea where Nikki is?” I say as I take a seat next to Kade. Chase storms into the kitchen, probably to pour himself a drink. He needs it. “Said something about a fucking date.” Kade says in an icy tone. Okay then. “Hey Layla, how you feeling?” James asks. “I’m okay,” I say, giving James an easy grin. Kade looks at me knowingly. “Dickhead?” “The biggest,” I mumble dryly. Chase walks over, two drinks in hand. He hands me an apple juice, and takes a seat. “Well, don’t leave us in suspense,” Kade drawls. I groan. I do not want to relive that conversation.

“It doesn’t matter,” Chase says in a hard voice. “That bad, huh,” James mumbles. “I don’t know why you even bothered,” Kade adds, earning a heated glare from Chase. “I’m serious, Chase. She is pregnant; she doesn’t need added stress from our family bullshit.” I think Kade has a death wish. I look into my apple juice, which has suddenly turned extremely interesting. “You think I don’t fucking know that?” Chase barks, “He is my baby’s grandfather after all, I just wanted to give him a chance. He may be an ass, but he was a decent father to me growing up.” “Yeah well you could have told him alone, not drag Layla into that awkward shit. You sprung that on him, of course he was going to react badly,” Kade spits in return. “I fucked up, Kade, but you need to back the fuck off!” “Both of you need to stop it!” I yell, standing up. “It was an ugly situation, I will admit, but it happened and it’s done. I’m not fragile, you are both over reacting! So stop fighting. Now,” I demand. The brother’s all exchange glances. “Is she bossy in bed?” Kade asks, lip twitching. Chase slaps him on the back of the head. James laughs. I love these men.

Chapter Thirty Four Chase I walk up to Aubrey’s apartment, and knock on the door. When there is no answer, I put out my key and open it myself. I bought Aubrey this apartment when we were dating. Layla doesn’t know that, and I’m surprised Aubrey hasn’t thrown it in her face by now. The truth is, I kept Aubrey like a mistress. Placed in an apartment I provided, bought pretty things, and expected to give me what I needed, when I needed it. But I was also free to do as I please, and I never had to answer to her. As I walk towards her room, I hear the unmistakable sounds of people having sex. Well, fuck. I definitely came at a bad time. I leave my key on her kitchen table; I don’t even know why I still had it. I’m about to leave, when Aubrey walks out, naked, giggling. A man trails behind her, also naked. “Fuck!” I exclaim when I see just who the bastard is. Aubrey can fuck whoever she wants, I couldn’t care less. But this, I have a huge fucking problem with. “Why the fuck would you want me to marry her when you are obviously fucking her?” I spit at my father. Aubrey screams when she finally sees me, and runs to the room. My father actually looks ashamed but I could care less. “We are done, father. Fuck you, don’t contact me, pretend you don’t even fucking know me anymore,” I yell, walking out before I hit my own father. “It just happened Chase,” he says softly, like it makes it any better. “One thing led to another and...” I keep walking towards the door. “Son!” he calls out. “I am not your fucking son,” I retort. I stop, and turn around, remembering the reason I was here. I walk back to Aubrey’s door and knock. She opens it, now wearing a robe, looking a mixture of smug and embarrassed. “I just need to know the fucking truth. Who was her father?” I demand, wanting to shake her. She frowns, her face slipping. “It wasn’t you, Chase,” she says softly. “If you are fucking lying to me, Aubrey, I will make your life a living fucking hell!” I hiss at her. “I swear, it wasn’t. But Lilly would have looked like you, because...” She trails off looking behind her. I follow her gaze, straight onto my father’s guilty looking face. “Lilly? You were her father?” I bark at my father, the violence in my voice causes him to take a step back. “You wanted me to marry Aubrey, why then? Because you were never going to marry her? This is so fucked up!” “I’m sorry...” he says. “Fuck your sorry,” I interrupt, the vehemence in my voice surprising even me. “I’m done; the both of

you live a happy life, because you fucking deserve each other. Oh and Aubrey, get my dad to buy you a new house. This house is in my name, and I’ll give you a month to move out.” With that I walk out, leaving both my ex, and my own father in the dust. An hour later I walk into my house, where Layla is having a nap on our bed. “Hey Chase,” she says in a sleepy voice, as the rouses. Fuck but she’s sexy. And she is honest, and real. She is a breath of fresh air. “How did it go with Aubrey?” she asks in a soft voice, whilst tying her hair in a bun on the top of her head. “Lilly wasn’t mine,” is all I tell her. No, she wasn’t mine, but she was my baby sister. I will always love Lilly. “I’m sorry. Come here, I’ll take care of you,” she says, reaching for me. I don’t tell Layla about my father and Aubrey. I’m not tarnishing her with that shit. She is now in my arms, and I feel a sense of peace. Layla is all I need, to breathe, to live, to thrive. Layla Okay, so I’m a coward. I decided to tell my mother on the phone about my pregnancy. I’ve picked up the phone about ten times in the last thirty minutes, only to chicken out at the very last minute. I exhale hard, and finally gather enough courage to dial the number. Thirty minutes later, I’m still getting lectured. After a while though, she calms down. “When is the wedding?” She demands. “Mum, I want to get married after; I don’t want to get married whilst being pregnant!” I whine. “You should have thought about that before, don’t you think?” she spits out. Ugh. She puts my father on, and he actually seems happy to be a grandfather. I promise to come and visit them soon. Chase called his mother, who was off in Italy somewhere. She was so happy for us, and I ended up chatting with her for over an hour. She said she will be here for the wedding and the birth of her first grandchild. Chase and I are both thrilled. Everything was finally going right. ******

Layla “You aren’t going to that fucking animal shelter. I’ve already called up and said you can’t volunteer anymore!” Chase explodes. “You did what?” I gape. “You are pregnant, those dogs could jump on you, or bite you for fuck sake, Layla!” he’s yelling now. I sigh. Chase has been so over protective. “Okay, fine,” I concede. I guess it wouldn’t be safe, really. First he called my work and quit for me, and now this. But I know he’s just worried about the baby. “Okay?” he asks, suspicious. “Yes, okay,” I repeat softly. He sighs in relief. I had to take time off from University too. My life is taking a different turn, but I’m not upset about it. My family comes first. “Can we have make up sex now?” he asks frankly. I roll my eyes. “Get in the room Mr. Jackson!” I demand. Chase grins, picks me up into his arms, and heads for the room.

Chapter Thirty Five I stare in the mirror and rub my belly. I am huge. If another person says to me ‘You must be due any day now,’ I think I am going to scream. I am eight months pregnant, another whole month to go. We left the sex of the baby a surprise. Chase is sure it’s a little girl, but I think it’s a boy. I walk into the nursery. Chase painted it a soft yellow, and it has a white cot, chest of drawers, and a rocking chair in the corner. There is a feature wall; Chase paid an artist to design it. It’s a jungle theme, the wall covered in trees, a lake and various animals. It is stunning. My favorite part of it is the huge sunset. Chase walks up behind me, wrapping his arms around my belly. He buries his face in my hair, breathing in my scent. “Not long now, for little Ariana,” he whispers. I scoff, “More like Nate.” That was my name for the week. I’ve changed it a million times. “What happened to Aiden,” he asks, smiling. “I changed my mind,” I say simply. Chase nuzzles my neck, “Come to bed, angel.” I’m huge and he still can’t get enough of me. If that’s not true love, I don’t know what is. We make love slowly, gently. Chase is always so gentle with me, so tender. I know he is anxious about the baby; I keep assuring him it will all be okay. I can’t wait to give him his son. For us to be a family. One month later Chase She screams again, and digs her nails into my palm. I’m trying to remain outwardly calm, but inside I’m freaking the fuck out. I hate seeing her like this, in so much pain, and I can’t do anything but watch. I can’t take this pain away for her, I can’t carry this burden. This is all her. She is strong as hell, my Layla. “Push, angel. You can do it, you are doing so well,” I tell her, encouraging her. She pushes again, then grabs onto the gas like it is her lifeline, sucking in a huge mouthful. After a few moments her body calms, contraction over. “We are never having sex again, Chase Jackson!” She yells at me for the fifth time, her voice hoarse. Three hours later, Layla makes her final push. I am in awe. A little bundle is put into my hands. A head full of black hair, big brown eyes, pouty lips which are now opened in the shape of an O.

A son. I have a son. And he is perfect. He starts to cry, and I look over at Layla, overwhelmed. She looks exhausted, but so, so beautiful. She is staring at me and our son with such a tender look. I feel tears in my eyes, which I try to blink away. “Thank you for my son, angel,” I whisper, “I will spend the rest of my life loving you both.” Tears run down her face now. “What is his name?” I ask her. “Cole,” she whispers. “Cole,” I echo. I love it. I love them.

Epilogue I come home from my shift at work. Chase didn’t want me working, still doesn’t. But after I finally got my nursing degree, I decided I would work part time, just two days a week. I love it. I open the door and walk into the hallway, staring at my wedding photos as I walk by. Chase and I had a huge wedding, when Cole was four months old. Nikki, Sasha and Tenielle were my bridesmaids; Kade, James and Ryder were Chase’s best men. It was magical. I walk into the living area and watch as their faces light up as they all rush over to greet me. Chase, Cole, Nate and baby Jacob all welcome me with varying greetings. “How are my men?” I ask, giving them all a kisses. “We all missed you,” Chase says. I look at him and see drawings on his arms. I laugh. Chase smiles sheepishly. He gives me another kiss, this one a touch longer, and a little greedier. “Yuck, dad!” complains a now eight year old Cole. He is a spitting image of Chase, except he has my eyes. He is currently wearing a T shirt that says ‘Lock up your daughters,’ which his Uncle Kade and Aunt Nikki bought for him. Nate and Jacob both have their dad’s blue eyes, and his dimple. Good luck to all the ladies. I change out of my scrubs, and watch as Chase rounds all the boys up for their baths. I love watching him interact with them, teaching them, loving them. It’s sexy as hell. He catches me watching him and gives me a heated look. “Later,” he mumbles. “Later,” I repeat, biting my lip. THE END

Coming Fall 2013 Kade (Resisting Love #2) Nikki and Kade’s Story Racing For Freedom by Bec Botefuhr Prologue People want a simple life: Simple family. Simple job. Simple children. Simple friends. What they don’t realize, is that life is never simple. Even if there was no war, no heartache, no pain, and no bad things to happen – life still wouldn’t be simple. You could walk down the street, fall, breaking your leg. Your simple life just became a whole lot different. You could have an accident tomorrow, and it could change everything. Someone could die, someone could be born, someone could cheat, and someone could get hurt. Simple, is never an option. Not really. I wish for simple often, at least, the logical part of my brain does. I wish I was just a normal girl. I wish I had normal friends. I wish I had a boyfriend that would take me out, open doors for me, kiss my cheek like a gentleman and make love to me on rainy days. I wish my mother never died. I wish my dad never had that accident, it changed everything. I wish, often, that things were different. But they’re not, and life is how it is. We are dealt the hand we’re meant to have, and we’re forced to deal with it. My life is so far from simple, I don’t even remember what simple feels like. My life, became anything but simple the day Slade Devaroe entered it, he came like a hurricane. He threw heartache and love into my life, in the most complicated of ways. He became my everything, and yet, he was the thing that broke me.

Chapter One “Dash, baby, will you go get me some bourbon?” My father calls from the couch. I’m in the middle of filling out a university application form. The pen is poking from my mouth and I’m mumbling angrily to myself. I don’t understand half these questions. I don’t even know why I’m applying. I guess I want to do something aside from racing, and this is my best bet. I raise my eyes to my father, and he smiles at me. I smile around the pen and nod. How can I say no? I forgot how to say no to him a long time ago. He stands and his body is angled slightly to the left. My father was once a stunning man. He had broad shoulders, thick arms, a dazzling smile, and a woman to adore. Then the crash happened. The crash that changed everything. Now he walks with a limp. He rarely leaves the house, instead, opting to drink himself into oblivion most nights. I think it’s the only way he can sleep. I don’t blame him. I’ve contemplated it many times too. My father, was a world champion race car driver. He won the championship three times. He raced every day and night, committing himself fully to the world of racing, and, go figure, it was an everyday car accident that stole his dream and his wife. Life is horrible like that, sometimes it’s sent to try us, in the cruelest, most gut wrenching ways. My father never had an accident on the track, but one rainy night driving home, changed everything for him. “Sure dad,” I say, smiling. His smile widens, as though I’ve relieved some sort of pressure in his mind. His brown eyes twinkle, and he runs a hand through his messy dark hair. “Thanks Dash.” “No problem, anything else while I’m out?” I ask, picking up my purse, tucking it under my arm. “Are you racing this afternoon?” I frown. “Yes, Slade has moved back to town, so I have to put extra effort into my racing now. Lots more practices for me.” My father grimaces. “That boy will be the death of us. He’s good Dash.” “I know.” “Have you spoken to him yet?” I shake my head furiously. Slade and I go a long way back. We met during high school. We became friends through our love of racing, but it was always strained. Our fathers hated each other, competition was fierce. I don’t really know why they hated one another; I think competition just got the better of them and winning became everything. It’s sad how winning changes people, I swore it would never change me and I fought to keep Slade and I as close as possible. Then that awful night happened, and everything changed for both of us. Slade and his family just upped and left the next day, he never even came to my mother’s funeral. I still don’t know why. Slade

and I now dislike each other, to a point we can’t be in the same room for longer than five minutes, before going at each other’s throats. I’ll never forgive him for leaving me without even a goodbye. Worse, I’ll never forgive him for not being there when I needed him to be. “I haven’t spoken to him,” I say, walking towards the door. “And I don’t plan to.” My father looks weary, he’s warned me against Slade now for years, making me swear not to go near him and to avoid speaking to him. I understand why, he knows Slade pulls my heart strings. Our parents didn’t know of our close friendship, they knew we got along, but they never realized it ran so much deeper. Slade’s father refused to ever acknowledge me, constantly pushing his son to be a winner and forget the rest. “Don’t look like that dad, it’s not worth your head space,” I soothe, gently. He smiles, but it’s forced. “I know, thanks Dash.” “I’ll be back soon.” I walk out the door before we can discuss Slade any longer. It’s a beautiful day in Brisbane, Australia. We’ve lived here, in this same house, my entire life. I wouldn’t have it any other way. We travel down to Sydney a few times a year to compete, but mostly we compete here in Brisbane. There are a few good race tracks as well as a lot of older beach tracks that we can go to on weekend, off the record. I love place and I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. I get into my old Chevy Nova that my dad did up for me before the accident. It’s my baby. I start her up, and the engine kicks to life, letting off a low, husky rumble. Ah, cars, it’s what I live for. I started racing when I was a kid, just go carts and things like that. When I was old enough, my father got me into cars, sneaking me down to the old beach tracks to practice. I still remember my first real race, it changed my life. “You won Dashy!” Slade cries, wrapping his arm around me, swinging me in a circle. I beam at him, I finally won my first race. Of course it wasn’t against the big guns, just a junior team, but I still won. The more I win, the more I’ll climb to the top with Slade. I beam over at him and his aqua eyes sparkle with joy. There’s never competition between us, even though we will eventually race against each other and only one of us will win. “I can’t believe I did it!” I cry. “You are going to kill it on the big tracks.” Slade hugs me again and then takes my hand, leading me down to the small lake nearby. We sit on the soft grass and our hands remain firmly tangled. Slade and I don’t have a normal friendship, if our parents ever found out how close we are, things would become messy, very quickly. So for now, we hide it. “How do you feel?” he asks.

“Amazing, I can’t believe I did it!” “I knew you would Dash, you’re amazing.” “Well, only thanks to you, I am certain I have learned half of what I know from you.” He grins and a dimple forms in his cheek. “You got talent Dashy, you can’t teach talent.” I snuggle into his side and sigh. He’s right about that. You can’t teach talent. You either have it, or you don’t. I shake my head and the memory away, then I pull out onto the main road. I’m desperate for some coffee after going over those university applications, so I pull into our local coffee shop first. I park the car right down the end of the lot, away from all the other cars. Call me careful. I get out and walk into the shop, the aroma of coffee, and the grinding of coffee beans, takes me away so much, that I don’t notice him sitting in the corner with his buddies. “Well well, if it isn’t my competition. Hello Dashy, long time no see.” Slade. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I haven’t seen Slade for over a year. I saw him at a race two years after he left me and he treated me as though he didn’t know me. He was so cold and cruel, teasing and taunting me the entire time. I was so angry and hurt I vowed never to speak to him again. Luckily for me, he hadn’t been back…until now. When I saw him last, he was twenty-two and hot headed, desperate to become something amazing. I slowly turn and face the man that has haunted my life and my dreams since I was a young girl. When our eyes meet, I feel a shock current jolt through me. Slade’s not a young man any more. He’s twentythree now and oh, he’s still as beautiful as he was the day I laid eyes on him. His lean body has now filled out with bulky muscle. His once clean skinned arms, are now boasting some seriously hot tattoos. His dark green eyes have lightened to an almost aqua colour that’s so striking, it’s mesmerizing. It’s like looking at a couple of crystals. They’re out of this world. His once short brown hair is now messy, yet it sits so perfectly on his head. His jaw is defined, his lips are full and he’s absolutely mind blowing. So mind blowing it takes me a moment to answer, but I get there. “Slade, it’s not a pleasure.” “Dashy grew up, hell girl, you look fine.” I hate him calling me Dashy and he knows it. He’s called me that since we were young, and once it was cute. Now…it’s painful. “Slade,” I say, staring him right in the eye. “Why don’t you go and find someone else to chat up. I’d rather cut off my own arm, then to have you call me fine.” His brows rise in challenge and his lips curl into a sexy, half smirk. “Dashy still has an attitude.” “Fuck off.”

“Mama, I ask that you refrain from using that language in the shop,” the cashier says, eyes wide. “I’m sorry.” “What can I get you?” “Just a coffee. Black. Strong.” Maybe a shot of alcohol. “So, Dashy, are you racing this year?” Slade asks and I hear his friend’s chuckle. I turn to face him again, with a snarky smile on my face. “Now Slade, I know you didn’t finish school, but I’m fairly certain you aren’t that stupid. If you’re serious about racing, you always know who you’re up against. It’s racing law.” His smirk fades. “I know who I’m up against, and I know who’ll win.” “Good, then the conversation is finished.” “You can’t beat me Dashy,” he says, “I learned from the best.” “I could say the same,” I snap, shoving a note towards the cashier, who hands me a coffee. “Really? How did your father teach you, when he barely leaves the couch? Let me guess, you’re off getting him alcohol right now?” That hurts. Hits me right in the heart. I turn and storm over, and then I tip the scalding coffee all over his lap. “I hope you rot in hell, Slade.” Then I tear out the door, listening to his pained bellows as the coffee burns his skin. I get to my car and fumble to unlock it. I’m angry, but mostly I’m hurt. I remember a time when Slade and I got along so well. Then wining took over and it took the boy I knew with it. I feel tears burn hot as I slide into the car and turn it on, jerking it to life. I drive straight to the liquor shop and it’s the first time I wonder if I’m doing the right thing, buying this for my father. Damn you Slade. Damn you.