CHAPTER 117

JAYDEN’S P.O.V.

That night, once Jared had left for Australia and Nash and I were alone, I insisted that Nash took extra security with him.

“I will be fine,” Nash sighed as he wrapped himself around me.

“But –” I started but he placed his lips firmly on mine and groaned.

“Can I first have you?” he demanded as he pushed his hand in my shirt.

And I gave in. How could I not? And the topic subsided from the conversation that night.

But it seemed that his parents, or one of them, or someone close to them were listening in when we were talking to Jared during lunch time. So next morning, they called us for breakfast.

Post the fiasco on my first morning here, Nash and I have been having breakfast in our balcony, in private! He insisted on it because he just did not want his parents to spoil my mood right in the morning. But today, they called us.

“We made your favorites,” his dad spoke as he pointed at a couple of breakfast snacks on the table.

I wanted to tell them that pan