I walk away.
~*~
Chapter Three
One Republic – Stop and Stare
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KA1LYTWtVQ0
Chloe~
My eyes drift over to where Emma is sitting happy at Aiden’s side. It’s just gone past nine and I’m bored out of my mind. We did all the catching up there was to do and now I’m watching them fawn over each other.
“Bloody hell, no. I can’t do this married life shit. Give me Zac’s address, I’m going to go ruffle his feathers some more.”
Aiden looks mostly surprised, but Emma gives me a cautious look. “Take it easy on the poor man, he’s used to keeping to himself. He’ll come around when the time is right,” she tries but fails to change my mind.
“Bollocks, time waits for no one. I can understand he’s sad, but the more you sit and wallow in your sadness, the worse it gets. The man needs to get out and live a little.”
Emma intensifies her look, giving me one eyebrow popped high. I know she’s not buying a word I’m saying. Emma is worried about me, worried that I’ll party myself to death. But truth be told, I’ve never been better.
“Fine, I’ll take it easy on his arse, but he’s still going out with me. I’m not staring at the two of you all night.”
Their laughter follows me out of the room as I quickly go to put on other clothes. I go with a pair of jeans and a matching jean jacket, zipping it just high enough so it will show a lot of cleavage. I want Zac’s eyes focused on my twins and what better way than to not wear a bra with only the jacket. I finger comb my hair into the way I want it and with a touch of lip gloss, I’m out.
~*~
Emma’s lending her car to me, so at least I can come and go as I please. It was a good idea to get my license to drive over here. I follow the instructions I got from Aiden on my way out and a few minutes later I park outside Zac’s house. I can’t see much of it in the dark, but it’s just as big as Aiden’s. I strut up to the front door, feeling confident about busting Zac’s arse, and ring the bell.
It takes a few seconds before the door opens and I lose my breath. The bloody man has to answer the door shirtless! Abs-a-mania! I realize that I’m staring and wave at his chiseled chest.
“You always open the door dressed like that?” I push by him, walking into his home. I don’t care if I’m invited or not, I want to stir Zac’s life up a little.
“You always barge in on people?”
“Yes, I do. Go get dressed. I want to go out and need a partner in crime,” I answer full of bravado. I twirl around in his living room, taking in the sleek décor of steel and leather. I’m guessing he moved or did a major clean out after Laurie died. The only sign of her is a photo on the mantelpiece.
Zac is still standing by the door, keeping it wide open. He’s shaking his head. “No. No, to all of it, the partner in crime thing and going out. Next time don’t waste your time and call, I’ll tell you no over the phone.”
I stand rooted in the middle of his living room and tilt my head to the side. It’s going to take a lot to get this man moving, might as well pull out the best I’ve got. “You can either get dressed and come with, or I’ll take off my jacket and make myself at home.”
He slams the door closed and stalks toward me, impatience written all over his face. “Take of the jacket and do what you want, I have a date with my bar. Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.”
I start to unzip my jacket and by the time I hit my navel Zac’s eyes are jumping between all the bare skin I’m showing and the zip. “You have got to be fuckin’ kidding me!” he growls, and then stalks away.
I unzip the jacket all the way and let it hang half open, giving him the best view of my cleavage he will ever get. He’s taking on the wrong girl here. I’ll strip to get him out of this house.
When he notices me behind him, he spins on his heel. “Come on, zip it up.” He gives me
~*~
Chapter Three
One Republic – Stop and Stare
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KA1LYTWtVQ0
Chloe~
My eyes drift over to where Emma is sitting happy at Aiden’s side. It’s just gone past nine and I’m bored out of my mind. We did all the catching up there was to do and now I’m watching them fawn over each other.
“Bloody hell, no. I can’t do this married life shit. Give me Zac’s address, I’m going to go ruffle his feathers some more.”
Aiden looks mostly surprised, but Emma gives me a cautious look. “Take it easy on the poor man, he’s used to keeping to himself. He’ll come around when the time is right,” she tries but fails to change my mind.
“Bollocks, time waits for no one. I can understand he’s sad, but the more you sit and wallow in your sadness, the worse it gets. The man needs to get out and live a little.”
Emma intensifies her look, giving me one eyebrow popped high. I know she’s not buying a word I’m saying. Emma is worried about me, worried that I’ll party myself to death. But truth be told, I’ve never been better.
“Fine, I’ll take it easy on his arse, but he’s still going out with me. I’m not staring at the two of you all night.”
Their laughter follows me out of the room as I quickly go to put on other clothes. I go with a pair of jeans and a matching jean jacket, zipping it just high enough so it will show a lot of cleavage. I want Zac’s eyes focused on my twins and what better way than to not wear a bra with only the jacket. I finger comb my hair into the way I want it and with a touch of lip gloss, I’m out.
~*~
Emma’s lending her car to me, so at least I can come and go as I please. It was a good idea to get my license to drive over here. I follow the instructions I got from Aiden on my way out and a few minutes later I park outside Zac’s house. I can’t see much of it in the dark, but it’s just as big as Aiden’s. I strut up to the front door, feeling confident about busting Zac’s arse, and ring the bell.
It takes a few seconds before the door opens and I lose my breath. The bloody man has to answer the door shirtless! Abs-a-mania! I realize that I’m staring and wave at his chiseled chest.
“You always open the door dressed like that?” I push by him, walking into his home. I don’t care if I’m invited or not, I want to stir Zac’s life up a little.
“You always barge in on people?”
“Yes, I do. Go get dressed. I want to go out and need a partner in crime,” I answer full of bravado. I twirl around in his living room, taking in the sleek décor of steel and leather. I’m guessing he moved or did a major clean out after Laurie died. The only sign of her is a photo on the mantelpiece.
Zac is still standing by the door, keeping it wide open. He’s shaking his head. “No. No, to all of it, the partner in crime thing and going out. Next time don’t waste your time and call, I’ll tell you no over the phone.”
I stand rooted in the middle of his living room and tilt my head to the side. It’s going to take a lot to get this man moving, might as well pull out the best I’ve got. “You can either get dressed and come with, or I’ll take off my jacket and make myself at home.”
He slams the door closed and stalks toward me, impatience written all over his face. “Take of the jacket and do what you want, I have a date with my bar. Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.”
I start to unzip my jacket and by the time I hit my navel Zac’s eyes are jumping between all the bare skin I’m showing and the zip. “You have got to be fuckin’ kidding me!” he growls, and then stalks away.
I unzip the jacket all the way and let it hang half open, giving him the best view of my cleavage he will ever get. He’s taking on the wrong girl here. I’ll strip to get him out of this house.
When he notices me behind him, he spins on his heel. “Come on, zip it up.” He gives me
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