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Authors: Chantal Fernando,Dawn Martens

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******

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.

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