(Book #3 of the Best Friend Series)
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You all remember how Colten and Nikki came to be, how they somehow ended up together when it seemed like all forces of nature were trying to keep them apart. Well, here's a new story...
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"I'm home!" I shout, placing my keys on to the hanger.
"I heard," Colten rolls his eyes, pecking my lips, his hands becoming touchy.
"Colten," I whine. "I'm sweaty. I need a shower."
"That's never stopped me before," he smirks, but I push him away when he tries again. "Can I at least take one with you?"
"No," I shake my head, a playful smile on my lips. "You cannot because lord knows we'll never even get out."
"That's the point isn't it," he waggles his eyebrows at me.
"Not this time," I crinkle my nose. "I'm unusually sweaty today and I need to wash off. But I promise, if you still want to get down after we can."
That's if he doesn't completely freak out when I tell him about Adam. That should be fun.
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"I didn't hear you get out," Colten comments as soon as I make my way out into the living room.
He's lounging on the couch with a pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt, his eyes fixated on the tv, that's until he notices my appearance.
"What's the occasion?" He smirks, eyeing my t-shirt of his and bare legs. I roll my eyes.
"You act like I never wear this stuff," I scowl playfully at him, walking over to where he lays.
"So," he shrugs, gripping my hips and pulling me towards him. "Doesn't mean I don't love seeing you in it."
I smile slightly, my nerves spiking at what I'm about to tell him.
This can go one of two ways. Either Colten will take the news like a man or he'll storm off and find my ex-boyfriend, like I believe will happen.
"I need to talk you you," I try to smile, but Colten doesn't buy it. In a second, his legs are flung over the couch and he's pulling me in between them, looking up at me.
"What about?" He asks dangerously, his eyes already storming.
"Well," I laugh nervously. "I got a new client today."
He narrows his eyes, looking highly confused and irritated. "And?"
"And," I drawl out, planning how I'm going to say it. "AdamDonaldson-isthatnewclient."
"What?" He looks at me as if I'm crazy. I feel like I am.
"Adam Donaldson is my new client," I sigh, waiting for the explosion.
