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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..”

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