After my shower I wrap my fluffy pink towel around me, and head out to make some breakfast, which is just some toast and eggs. I can cook, not as good as Layla, but enough to get by.
“Ready for our talk now?” Kade says from behind me.
“Do we have to?” I whine.
“Yes. No more avoiding,” Kade says sternly.
“Kade, let’s just hang out. Be friends. Get to know each other. Alright?” I plead.
He looks at me thoughtfully before sighing. I know that means he’s giving in. “Fine, but I meant what I said last night. No more dates, and no more men. Same goes for me. Well, women. No women for me,” he clarifies, chuckling.
“Okay.” I smile. “But if you want to continue hooking up with men, that’s fine with me,” I tease.
Kade musses my hair. “Cheeky girl.”
“Oh and by the way, smoking is bad for you,” Kade says as he winks at me before heading to his room. Well, shit, so much for me being stealthy about it.
******
Living at Chase’s house is literally too good to be f**king true. They have a maid? A maid! Seriously, I got the shock of my life when I first found a lovely older woman named Jillian cleaning the kitchen. We started talking, and now we are practically BFFLs. Every Monday morning when she comes in, we sit down and have some coffee before I head out to work. The woman is hilarious. She’s trying to set me up with her grandson, which I laugh off every time. Kade has stopped hitting on me so blatantly. I’m not sure what his game is, but it’s working. We hang out, watch movies, and spend a lot of time together. But no sex. No kissing, nothing. We're getting to know each other and I find myself liking him more and more every day. He's so damn funny, I can see why Layla adores him so much.
Speaking of Layla, she is currently over, and we're watching ‘The Swan Princess’ movie, singing along to all the songs. Chase has to work, so he usually drops Layla off so she’s not alone in their apartment.
“I want candy,” Layla grumbles. She's pregnant and craving different things every day. It’s funny as hell watching Chase run all over the place, indulging Layla’s every desire. Kade walks in, his eyebrows hitting his hairline when he sees our choice of movie. Expecting him to groan or ask us what the f**k, I’m shocked when he takes a seat and says, “I love this f**king movie!”
Kade. You never know what to expect with him.
“Is beauty all that matters?” Princess Odette asks Prince Derek.
“What else is there?” Derek responds.
“Fucking dumb ass,” Kade mutters, and I can’t agree more. Come on, Prince Derek! Think of something better than that.
“Move over, Nikki, you’re such a couch hog,” he says, grinning.
“Am not!” I retort immaturely.
“Are too!” he replies, even more immaturely.
“I WANT CANDY!” Layla yells uncharacteristically, getting both of our attention.
“Well, f**k me.” Kade mumbles, pulling out his phone. “Chase, please get your hormonal woman some damn candy!” he says into the phone, chuckling. “Okay, yeah, yeah, I’m looking after her. Okay, bye.” He hangs up.
“Shit load of candy on the way, princess,” he tells Layla, chuckling when he hears her hum of approval. Kade and I stare at each other, and then burst out laughing. I can hear Layla huff. No lie, not even twenty minutes later Chase is there with the hugest bag of assorted candy, chocolates, and Twix bars, which are probably for him, not her. The woman is spoiled. Kade and I watch her stuff her face with wide eyes. When Layla goes home, I'm exhausted. Babysitting a pregnant woman is hard work.
Chapter Thirteen
I come home from work the next day, and notice a construction crew at the house. I walk inside, and see James and Chase sitting at the breakfast bar.
"What's going on?" I ask, looking around.
"We're turning the other two spare rooms into one big room. Going to make it a game area." Chase says, and then barks orders at some of his men.
That sounds awesome. I do a little dance.
“Why are you so happy?” Kade smirks.
“We can put an air hockey table in, too! I love air hockey!” I beam. Kade just chuckles at me and shakes his head.
******
A few days later, I'm in the game room, racking up the balls on the new pool table, when Kade walks in, looking edible in nothing but a pair of basketball shorts, riding dangerously low on his hips. Kade clears his throat loudly, but I still don’t raise my eyes.
“Nikki!” he says, I’m pretty sure not for the first time.
“What?” I snap, angry he’s pulling me away from the most perfectly sculptured body ever created.
“I’m trying to behave myself, and you looking at me like that seriously isn’t helping,” he says, his voice low.
I finally raise my eyes, and am shocked at the heat lurking in Kade’s pale baby blue ones. This is the first time in a while he's let me see just how much he wants me, and I’m not sure how I want to proceed. He walks over, slowly, almost prowling. He puts his hands on my hips, tightening them roughly, leaning his body down so his face is right in front of mine. His gaze rakes over my face, until it stops on my lips.
“I love your lips. They are f**king luscious. Especially since I know just how they look wrapped around my cock.” My eyes widen at that last comment, causing his lips to turn upwards slightly. “You’re gonna act shy about that? The same girl who walked up to me at the club and asked me if I wanted to f**k?”