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He gave me a strange look. “It’s called a one-night stand for a reason, Doc.” “Wait for me at the limo, I am checking out.” he said. Our bags were already loaded into the back of the limo. I got inside, and asked the driver, “Excuse me sir, do you have any idea where we might to heading today?” “ Get out of my house,” I heard Clay say. I looked up and he was standing in front of Corey.
Corey looked up, and damn Clay sure did get a number on him. Corey limped to the front door, but before he left me he turned to me and mouthed bitch and I made a heart with my hands. Then he was gone. “I want you out of my house too,” Clay said. I looked up and Clay and he was looking at Art. Art looked shocked.
“Gabriel,” She exclaimed when she saw him, “Nobody followed you right?
” She asked peeking around him as if making sure there really was no one behind him. “You know I will! Soccer players kick grASS!” Taylor laughed at her own pathetic joke, which was soon followed by Matt’s hearty laughter as well. This seemed to catch the attention of the onlookers in the hallway, adding to the girls who continued to eye up Matt like a piece of meat. Some of the onlookers, a group of junior guys, seemed to check out Taylor.
Almost simultaneously, she heard two low growls, one from Matt, and another from behind.
She understood why matt would growl, being the overprotective brother he was, but who had growled from behind? Turning, Taylor caught sight of Leo. Staring into his eyes, she seemed to forget about the scene around her. It was just her and Leo, Leo and her. Walking up to them, he snaked a possessive arm around Taylor’s waist, glaring daggers at the poor human boys that were eyeing Taylor before. “I’m sorry, but I can’t tell you.” There was no way I was telling him of my love. Zero. Zilch.
However, this time, I didn’t stay to look. Quickly, I passed by the garden and headed to a huge tree right outside of it. It was on the edge of the property, a truly gigantic beast. The branches were about as thick as my muscled forearm, with some as large as my thigh.
The trunk was even bigger, about five times the size of the branches. It served as a canopy over my guests, reaching over the garden with colossal, sprawling hands.
“You said you don’t want to get lost, right?” he said, smirking. Part Fourteen: Explanations.