8
Jagger
“I love it!” Leo slaps his leg, a spritz of water bursting from the wetsuit fabric.
“f**k off,” I say.
“The thing I don’t understand is why you’re telling us this.” Vance grabs his towel, drying his hair. Always trying to make sure he’s prettied up for the paps. He’ll deny it, but the man hasn’t had a bad picture in the press since he started dating Layla.
Leo and I both stare at him with confusion.
“A girl tied up your legs and left you with a hard-on. I’d keep that s**t in the vault for life.” Vance pulls his water from his bag, tipping his head back and guzzling it like he’s in a soft drink commercial or something.
“You know that the paps don’t really give a s**t about you, right?” I ask, and Vance takes the bottle from his lips and gives me the stink eye.
“Don’t deflec
