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“Sasha, you’re my big cousin. Please tell me you’re not asking what I think you are,” he deadpans.

“Fine,” I pout. I see James walk in. He said he was gonna drop by after he finished some work he had to do. He’s been a little stressed these last two days, and I have no idea why, but as he walks up to me he looks like he doesn’t have a care in the world. He's smiling at me, although I see his eyes narrow when he takes in my barely there bikini. He removes his shirt as he walks by the pool, leaving him in a pair of low riding shorts. The top of the V of his hips can be seen, and I bite my lip, wanting to see more.

“Hey there, pretty girl,” he says, kissing me on the lips once before taking the seat next to me.

“James, you know my cousin Jet?” I ask him, not knowing if the two of them have met.

Jet chuckles. “Of course we know each other. From Steele,” he says, doing a hand shake with James. Oh right. Jet used to play at Steele, how did I forget?

“Trey still out with Jye?” James asks. I nod. He takes his hand and interlaces it with mine, relaxing into the chair and enjoying the sun. Jet excuses himself, and heads inside. Probably grateful he was saved from our conversation.

“You know how fucking sexy you look right now?” he says in a low tone.

I stretch my body out lazily, seductively pushing my chest out.

“Sasha,” he growls.

“Wanna swim?” I ask him. A mischievous look appears on his face as he quickly stands and pulls me into his arms. He kisses me again, his tongue tasting mine with one swipe before he lifts me in the air and throws me into the pool. I lift my head above the water to see James jump in himself, splashing the water into my face.

“Sasha, I don’t think you left any water in the pool,” Sax calls out, laughing. Very funny. Then I notice my bikini top has fallen off, and is floating in the water.

“Shit,” I curse, cupping my breasts with my hands. I slowly start making my way towards the top, trying to be inconspicuous. James looks at me, and I point to my top. His eyes almost bulge out of his head as he quickly grabs it and puts it back on me, using his back to block the view from the others.

“This is your fault,” I remind him when I see the look on his face.

“You’re lucky you’re so damn beautiful, because you're a real pain in the ass, Sasha Steele,” he says, leaning his forehead against mine.

“Sasha Steele sounds like a porn star's name!” Sax calls out.

I scowl at James, who just laughs and says, “You can be a porn star in our bedroom.”

Perve.

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Chapter Twenty-Six

James

I feel like a weight has been lifted off me. The man I saw was indeed the same man, apparently he was on the run after skipping his court hearing. This morning he was caught and now he's behind bars. Maybe he was looking for me, I don’t know. For whatever reason he didn’t try to come inside my house, and I am so fucking thankful I could jump in the air. I have nothing to worry about now, except getting a ring on my beautiful fiancé, and making her my wife.

Sasha Steele. I can’t fucking wait. I walk into the kitchen and shake my head at her when I see what she’s making.

“I can’t believe you still eat that!” I exclaim.

“What? It’s good,” she says, pouring ketchup on it. When I first met Sasha she used to eat this all the time. A bread roll with hot chips and ketchup inside it. She takes a huge bite and vocalises her delight. I see her make a mini version of her own meal.

“Jye eats it, too?” I ask.

“He loves it,” she says, her tone implying ‘who the hell wouldn’t’.

“Could be worse, I guess.” I smirk, thinking of her favourite pizza.

“My pizza is awesome,” she says defensively, knowing exactly what I was thinking about.

“Plain cheese and jalapenos is not a pizza,” I recite. I’ve said this a million times.

“Is too,” she replies in a sing-song tone.

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