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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.

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