Their Secret Obsession by Pippa Moon

Lottie POV

"So, what's the deal with you and Knox?" I asked, side-eyeing my new companion more than a little curiously. I didn't know much about what my mates had been up to while they were away. Perhaps I should ask them, but I had a feeling I would get the unedited version from Chase.

"Caught that, huh?" Chase asked, holding the door open to my bedroom. We had walked up here silently while I had stewed over the last twenty minutes. Deciding I would have to trust my mates and their reasons for asking me to leave, I let go of the anger and decided to make the most of the time with Chase.

"Well, subtly isn't exactly your forte, darling!" I laughed, his eye row lifting at the name I had bestowed on him.

"Get cleaned up, and maybe I will tell ya... Darling." Chase winked in a way that I am sure many women would find sexy. Me, not so much!

"Dick!" I groaned, ducking under his arm and heading to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I may not be able to do much about my clothing, but I could at least make sure I had fresh breath.

"Why don't you have any clothes here?" Chase asked, appearing in the doorway, holding a bunch of Kane and Knox's clothes. His face scrunched into an indignant frown.

through my drawers?" I gasped through a mouthful

He grinned, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. "But there is fuck all of yours." He stated, a question lingering

Why!

had a chance to get my things from Mike's apartment, and the bag of shit I brought with me is in Lilly's room." I explained, feeling toothpaste

brushing my teeth, washing my face, and brushing my tangled hair. Only when I had finished did I realise how silent the room

here. My eyes shot to the door, hearing a commotion on the other side of it. Sighing, recognising my best friend's voice, I closed my eyes, knowing that a ball of anger was about to

more careful with my words next time!" I muttered to

to get your stuff from

opened, and a proud-looking Chase stumbled through, my bag hanging from his

yours?" Chase asked me, ignoring the temper tantrum exploding behind him before he slammed

I started to say but was cut off by the banging

the other side of the door. "Or I am