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CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
It was the next day and me and Brad hadn't really spoken. Obviously, the girls had picked up on this and had sat me down as the boys all played in the lake, despite the cold whether.
"Care to explain why you and Brad are awkwardly avoiding each other?" Luisa asks as we sit on the porch underneath some blankets.
"Hm, what?" I pretend to not to notice. Honestly, I don't know why we're even ignoring each other.
"Don't act stupid with me, Friend," Luisa rolls her eyes at me. "You and Brad were all laugh and jokes until this morning."
"Maybe he started his period, I don't know."
Ana snorts and takes a sip of her tea, "So what's between you and Brad?"
I roll my eyes, "Me and Brad?! What about you and Tristan?"
"Eh," she shrugs. "We're like old news."
"Old news?! You weren't ever news with me," I roll my eyes. "I've drifted apart from you both and we seriously need to catch up."
"You're totally right," Luisa nods. "As soon as we're back home, we're going on a girly day out."
"What's that?" Someone says and I feel water trickling down my back as Brad appears behind me.
"We're planning a day out," Luisa says. "Without you."
Brad thinks for a moment. "Perfect!" He turns to me. "I'll send some money to your bank and then you can buy a dress for my dad's dinner that I said you're going to."
"Why not take Connor or Tristan?" I roll my eyes.
"Because they're already bringing someone," Brad winks at the girls and I sigh.
"I'm not taking any money off of you," I shake my head. "I'm capable of paying for a dress myself."
"Well then use the money for something else," he shrugs. "Because I'm gonna go put the cash in your bank now."
"What?! No your not!" I shake my head.
Brad begins walking backwards as I get up from the chair.
"Tristan probably won't let you inside if you're dripping wet," I raise an eyebrow.
"He won't care, he has a house cleaner coming in, like, half an hour," Brad shoots a cheeky grin and turns around.
Running after him, I nearly slip on the wet trail that he creates whilst he dashes upstairs.
I curse as he has the advantage of having longer legs than me. This makes me have to go ten times faster than him—why was I so unhealthy?—yet he still manages to get to our room before I catch him.
He bounces onto the bed, only just causing me to notice that he's shirtless and I blush lightly before jumping onto him as he types in his passcode.
"Get off me you nose bleeding bumfluff!" He shouts at the top of his lungs and I snort at his 'insult'.
He taps his bank app and typed in his details, whilst I continued to wrestle him and grab the phone.
"If you send that money to your bank then I'll never talk to you again!" I say as he is about to type in the sum of money he's going to give me.
He looks down, contemplating his choices. "You're bluffing."
"Am I fuck," I roll my eyes. "It's not your job to give me money to buy clothes, so don't send the money."
"Consider it my treat," he grins as he taps into his phone, turning away from me as I lay on his legs.
"I swear I won't talk to you ever again," I warn him but he ignores me anyway.
Well then, let the games begin.
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it literally looks like he's made you do stuff to yourself to punish you for not calling him daddy and he's watching so intensely ready to fuck you
ANYWAY SHORT UPDATE BC I HAD A SLIGHT WRITERS BLOCK LMAO HOW U ALL DOING?
