Play The Part (Player Next Door Book 3)

95 | Sixty Nine, For Poetry

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Chapter 95: Sixty Nine, For Poetry

The heavy oak front door opened.

Chad greeted us at the entryway of his mansion in tropical swimming shorts and brown leather flip flops. A pool towel hung loose around his broad shoulders, as he raised his hand to pull his sunglasses off his face:

"Well, you two look like shit."

Luke and I looked at each other.

"We wouldn't miss a party though," Luke told his friend, clapping his shoulder as he walked inside.

Music and laughter spilled through the house. People drifted barefoot between rooms, dressed in bikinis and sarongs, drinks in hand and skin glowing.

It wasn't crowded like Jake's house party. Chad had clearly curated an exclusive invite list.

"How many people are here?" I wondered out loud.

"Sixty," Chad shrugged, guiding us through his house, "AT has his grotto, but I like to keep things low-key over here at Casa de Chad. We landed on sixty-nine, for poetry."

"Is that a sushi chef?" Luke pointed to a man in a chef's hat slicing tuna on a bar full of sushi rolls.

"Oh, Massimo's great."

"Yeah, low key for sure," Luke nodded.

I laughed.

Chad walked us through his living room, and I took a moment to pause in awe.

A massive TV screen took up one wall, colorful artwork hung on all the others and a beautiful cream sofa, that looked like it never had chips or coke spilt over it. But the view was the most amazing of all; all the doors sprung wide open to reveal a beautiful pool outside.

It was a glassy, gorgeous blue. The sun hit us as soon as we stepped into it. A couple beach balls were being tossed around, and some rings were bobbing across, with their owners sprawled lazily over it, soaking in the sun.

Sun loungers lined the pool's edge and music echoed from a DJ playing on a system at the other end.

Off to one side, a small cabana had been set up for towels. Thick and neatly folded, each stamped with the same cursive logo: CH

Chadwick House.

"Casa de Chad was taken?" Luke smirked.

"Two towels for my friends," Chad called out to the lady behind the cabana, "No Luke, we have total freedom in the customization of our towels."

"I got to remember that for when I customize mine," Luke pretended to mentally log that.

She handed us two folded, striped towels with a big smile. She was wearing a headpiece that she muttered something into.

"You might remember Lisa," Chad said, "She's our party planner."

Luke suddenly looked more interested in the lady behind the cabana, "Did Lisa plan your circus party?"

"Oh yeah, she plans it all," Chad waved his hand and his shiny watch sparkled in the sunlight.

Two guys came up to Chad and our low-key host got distracted, chatting to his guests. But Luke was already by the cabana, leaning on one of the towel stacks and talking to Lisa.

I stepped closer to hear their conversation better.

"It's wonderful seeing you again, Luke. Chad always talks about you," Lisa chatted, "He's always asking me, where's Luke sitting? Is Luke having a good time?"