Only Your Photographer - e.d

Party

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Chapter 6

Jayden
"Hey," I smile at Ethan and Grayson. They both smile back, noticing Peyton.

She bites her lip and I mentally groan. Grayson licks his lips, looking her up and down while Ethan pays attention to me.

"That jumper would look better if it was our merch," he winks, I roll my eyes laughing.

"Grayson I'll show you around," Peyton says, walking off. He trials behind her, humming to the song.

"Where are your parents?" Ethan asks me, stepping inside.

"Uh, they went on a business trip but she was allowed to bring two people or something," I fail at explaining. I leave the front door open, closing the fly screen.

"Why didn't you go with her?" he questions as we head outside.

"I thought I could house sit, plus I want to do a proper shoot soon and you can model in here?" I offer, stepping onto the pavement outside.

"Yeah, sure," he agrees.

"Screw everyone else," I laugh, sliding my jumper over my head. My body becomes more exposed, revealing my cleavage.

I put the jumper on the table, pulling my shorts off too. Ethan looks surprised, as he slowly takes his white shirt off.

"Is it cold?" he asks, walking towards my pool. I shrug, then push him in.

He yells, making me crack up laughing. "Is it?"

"Holy shit," he stops, "is this heated?" he looks up at me. I send him a wink.

"You know it," I smile. I slowly walk down the steps, not wanting to wet my hair.

"Just jump in," Ethan calls out.

"No," I laugh. There's a knock at the door, causing me to get back out. I slide my jumper back over me, covering my exposed skin.

I don't want want anyone else looking at my body but him.

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I sway my hips gently side to side, laughing with a bunch of girls swarming around me. I look up, making eye contact with a male from the other side of the room. He smirks at me, looking at my body. I stop dancing, feeling extreme discomfort.

"How about you and me go somewhere private?" he whispers in my ear. Chills run down my spine, as a burst of anger shocks through me.

"How about you get the fuck out of my house?" I sarcastically smile, saying it loud enough for him to hear. His smirk falls, then he grabs my wrist tightly.

"It's not a question, I'm going to take your fine ass somewhere private and fuck you," his grip tightens, causing me to wince in pain.

"Get the fuck out of my house!" I raise my voice, squirming my arm to get out of his grasp. There's definitely going to be a bruise.

"Hey! Get the fuck off her!" Ethan yells over the music, pushing past people.

"Of course," the guy chuckles sarcastically, letting go of my arm.

"I'll come back princess, when this boy toy won't be here to protect you," the man says, loud enough for only me to hear.

Ethan grabs him by the collar of his shirt, pushing him against the wall. "Don't you dare lay another finger on her or I will beat the shit out of you."