Unleashed (A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance) (122 page)

A cute townhouse awaits me, but I only have just one housemate.

For nearly two months Chance and I traveled around countries in Europe. We hit the most touristy destinations, of course. Amsterdam, Paris, Madrid then Mallorca. Afterward we popped into Rome.

But eventually we realized we couldn’t just keep going. Our time was running out, and I had to get back to London for the start of my first year at LSE.

Chance came back here with me. We found a townhouse a little outside of the city, with a cute back garden where I forced him to picnic with me and have tea and biscuits.

When in Rome…

Even if it’s just a silly stereotype.

When I get home – I think of it as my home now – I see Chance in the hallway doing pull-ups on the bar in the doorway.

He’s put on close to ten pounds of lean muscle since the fight against Kaminski, and it definitely shows. He’s going to be fighting in a professional MMA tournament to be held two months from now, and so he’s busy getting ready. The agent he hired is busier still, doing his best to market Chance as some kind of ‘all-American boy’ in the fight scene.

He swears the idea has traction in the UK, but I’m not so sure.

“Hey,” I say. He drops down from the pull-up bar, chest heaving, dripping with sweat.

“You come here to see me topless?”

“No, idiot,” I tell him, trailing a finger across his abs as I walk by him. “I live here.”

“Oh, right.”