Jaxtyn's POV

Skye walks towards her boss's office and knocks on the door. She waits for him to answer it. The door opens revealing a guy with short brown hair, brown eyes and a couple day old stubble on his face.

He says something to Skye and she starts coughing. Her hand grasps onto the door handle, making it look like she needs something to hold her up. She continues to cough and I take that as my cue to go and help her out.

I run down the hall and pull Skye against me. Placing my hands around her I to the boss. "You shouldn't have asked her to come down with proof. It would have been easier for us to email it through. Skye, shouldn't be out of bed and she fought me to come here." Looking into her brown eyes I say. "I'm taking her back home where she belongs with this flu. I just hope none of you get." Picking Skye up I carry her to the lift and press the button.

The door opens and I step inside with Skye. I press the button for the garage and the door closes. Whispering in her ear I say. "With that over and done with, what do you want to do now?"

She looks at me and plays with my tie. "I'm up for whatever you are, Jaxtyn. We just need to be at the Country Club by 3pm, or Grandpa will have our heads."

I laugh. "You're right he will. I saw your aunt yesterday. She seems like a scary person."

Skye's face falls as she hears me say that about her aunt. She looks me in the eyes and says. "That's just the vibe she gives off. She was trained to be a soldier and that's what made her that way, spending a couple of days with Mariana has taught me that you can't take things for granted."

The door opens in the garage and we step out of the lift. When we get to the car I open the door for her.

She climbs into the car and pulls down the sun visor. Looking in the mirror she says. "Damn, Mina did a good job with my make-up. Now, I have to wipe off the make-up." Pulling wipes out of her bag she starts cleaning her face.

Climbing into the driver's seat I start the car and head in the direction of the pier.

She puts her hand on the glove compartment. "Where are we going?"

"A friend of mine has a boat and we're going to take it out."

"Which friend?"

"Trevor Greenfield. He's one of the best football players for Los Angeles Rams. I went to university with him and played ball alongside him. When I got injured I was there to help him become the player he is today. Without me in his ear I'm sure her wouldn't be playing at the pro level he is now."

I pull the car into the parking lot close to pier. Finding a spot I park the car. Rounding the car I open the door for Skye.

She takes my hand and we head towards the pier where the boat is waiting for us. "Wow," Skye says. "I've never seen a big boat like this before."

"Wait until you're on it." A voice says, from above us.

Looking up I see my best friend. "Hey, Trev. Thanks for taking us out today." I help Skye onto the boat and then I step onto it.

A woman with blonde hair walks through one of the door that ends up on the deck. She walks over to Trevor and places her hand in his.

Trevor pulls her closer to him and then kisses her in front of Skye and I. Pulling away he says. "I want you to meet my fiancé Lauren Hunter."

Lauren extends her hand to mine and says. "It's nice to meet you, Jaxtyn. Trevor's told me all about you." She looks Skye up and down before asking. "Who are you?"

Why is she being rude to Skye?

Skye looks her over before stepping forward. "Skye Reeves." She doesn't extend her hand out to Lauren, but she does to Trevor. "Jaxtyn's told me nothing about you. I supposed I deserve it after all the times we haven't been together."

Trevor throws his head back and laughs. "I like this one, man. Isn't Skye the neighbour you grew up with, though?" He asks me.

"Yes, she is." Looking at Lauren I say. "Skye isn't a threat to you, Lauren. She has her eyes on someone else and Trevor will never measure up to the one she wants. So, you can retract those claws and be nice to her."

Lauren grabs a bottle of champagne out of the cooler and pours herself a glass. She doesn't offer us any. "I'm going inside." She walks away.

Trevor watches her go inside. "I don't know what's gotten into her today. I told her that you were coming out with us and she was fine. Something must have happened between now and the time you got here. I should talk to her."

Skye pours herself a glass of champagne. "Hold on, Trevor. I'll talk to her. She could use a friend or an acquaintance at the moment." She walks inside.

Trevor and I head up to the top of the boat and start it. He pulls away from pier and we head towards the ocean. "How long have you and Skye been a thing for?"

"We haven't put a label on ourselves yet, but we hang out and have fun together. We've even told each other how we feel."

Shaking his head Trevor says. "I can't believe you haven't put a label on whatever you are with that girl. I'd say she's your girlfriend. You're taking her on a first date soon and to top it off she's meeting me for the first time. Not many girls have met me through you."

"Okay, she's something special to me and I haven't met a girl that could take her place in my heart. I wanted someone else too, but the more time and space I kept from her made me miss her more. Now, that my brother and his crazy wife are set on destroying her family. I just can't sit by and watch that happen. If she's hurt because of what's happening I won't be able to live with myself."

The door slides across and I see Skye standing there with Lauren. She walks through the door and over to me. "Nothing is going to happen to me, Jaxtyn. I went out with a few people over the weekend that taught me a lot. What I learnt is what I can use when the time comes. We both know shits going down in a couple of days. Hannah and Nicole love to make public spectacles out of themselves. I just hope your parents are insured for a lot of things."

Pulling her into my arms I say. "They are. Tomorrow I'm going to clean out my parents' house and remove all the things that we want to keep. If things are going to get ugly it's better for our stuff to be protected.