“Where is Molly?” Asher growls.

“She went to the bathroom.” I point up the stone walkway to the house that leads to the bottom level where part of the party has moved.

“Are you drunk?” Chase asks with an odd tone to his voice.

“Seriously?” my brother grits out.

“Go get Molly. I’ve got Emily,” Chase tells Asher, who is already taking off in the direction that Molly went.

“Got me? No, I don’t think so. But you could get me another drink.” I smirk.

“You’re in a bikini.” Chase points out the obvious.

“Yeah, it’s a pool party. How is it you run a billion-dollar company?” He ignores my jab.

“This your shit?” He points to a lounge chair. He doesn’t wait for a response before he’s grabbing up all my crap.

“The hell?! I’m not going anywhere. I’m dancing.”

“You motherfucker. Back up three feet.” He glares at someone over my shoulder. I glance to see Kevin standing there. He backs up five feet.

“I’m still staying,” I fire back. Why does he give a shit who is dancing with me? I’m a single girl.

“Fine.” He sits down on the lounge chair and stares at me. Tonight, he’s dressed down in jeans and a simple black shirt. You never know what you might get with him. Sometimes he’ll be coming from a job site and be covered in dirt with ripped jeans and boots, and others he’ll be in a custom suit.

Either way, he always looks hot as hell. Not only that, he’s charming. At least he’s the charming one between him and my brother, which I suppose isn’t too hard. While Asher avoids small talk, Chase will engage with people.

“Is that Chase Silverstein?”

“Oh my God, it is.” I roll my eyes as four girls start to surround him. Here we go. I brace myself for what I know is going to be them flirting and throwing themselves at him.

Of course, they know who he is. The Silverstein family is well known at Bradford Prep. They put in a new library for the school three years ago, and then they built a whole extra gym that was supplied with a ton of mats and equipment.

That was nice because it gave us a place to practice for cheerleading. A lot of times we’d have to find random spots, and they weren't always safe, such as the grassed-off part of the courtyard. The school might be called Bradford Prep, but the Silverstein family name is mounted on plaques throughout it.