Chapter One

Peyton O'Connor sat in a small café in Mexico. Her father had paid for the entire trip for himself, her mom, and Peyton; as he did once a year. Her mother was her father's mistress, not his wife. He had some wife back in California but had met her mother at a club in New York on a business trip. Payton had met her father's wife one Christmas after her mother had filed for child support. The court had ordered Peyton to spend some holidays with her father since he gave her money, so she had rotated major holidays between New York and California ever since.

"Have you decided?" the dark wavy haired waitress asked. Peyton looked up the girl.

"Can I have the double taco supreme with a coke?" The waitress stared at Peyton. "Is something wrong?" The girl shook her head.

"I'm sorry you just look like someone I used to know."

"I get that a lot." Peyton had dirty brown hair with natural light blond highlights and crystal blue eyes. Many people told Peyton she looked like some celebrity because of her hair and thinness.

"Mia, you have an order up." the bald guy behind the counter called. The waitress turned her head.

"I'll be there in a sec, Dom." she replied. "Double taco supreme with a Coke, right?"

"Correct."

"I'll be back with your food."

"Thanks." Peyton phone buzzed and she looked at the text message from her mother.

Where r u?

Out

U could have stayed

N listen 2 the moans from u n dad screwing? No thanks. Her mom didn't reply to the last text message. These "family trips" as her father called them were a chance for Peyton to have massive alone time while her parents spent the time partying. Peyton liked having a beer every now and then but she never got pissed drunk or actually had sex. That's how her mom had gotten pregnant with her and Peyton wasn't about to make the same mistake. Her phone buzzed again. She opened it and expected an infuriated comment from her mother. She smiled and saw she had a text from her half brother Brian. He was the only one from her fathers side of the family that had ever respected her. The rest thought she should stay the unknown bastard. The two had kept in touch ever since they met when she was eleven and he was nineteen.

How's the vacation?

Sucks :( when r u gonna come kidnap me?

One more year. Peyton smiled. In a year she would be eighteen. Her parents could then kiss her ass and she would be free of her father. He had always wanted her to be a doctor or lawyer so he could pay her back for the money he thought she owed him for the child support.

"Here's your food." Mia said with a smile. Peyton moved her phone to make room.

"Thanks." Peyton told her. She opened her phone up and text Brain back.

I gotta eat n then I gotta go back 2 the hotel. Call me later?

She ate her food while she waited.

Gonna race but I'll call u after.

KK knock'em dead B.

Will do P. Peyton laughed and finished her food. She left the money on the counter with a huge tip. She then walked out of the restaurant and headed towards back towards the hotel. She went straight to the pool and claimed her favorite chair by the edge of the deep end. She pulled her shirt and shorts off. She applied sun screen all over her body except her back.

"Need help?" a familiar voice asked her. Peyton looked up to see Leon standing in front of her. She smiled at the scrawny boy.

"If you think you handle it." she joked seductively. She pulled her hair up into a ponytail as he sat on chair behind her. He squeezed the sun screen into his hand and lightly massaged it into her skin. "That feels so nice."

"You're gonna to get me fired, Peyton." She laughed and enjoyed his hands on her back.

"I still can't believe you're one of the guys who get the car. You're so much smarter." She had been in Mexico for over a week. Leon had taken her onto the beach one day after she ran out of her hotel room almost in tears with her father screaming at the door. They had spent the entire afternoon talking and just hanging out with each other. Leon's hands went under her bikini strap. She closed her eyes and leaned against him. His hands dropped lower down her back but he always kept himself in check.

"I would love to stay, babe, but I gotta go to work." Peyton opened her eyes and turned herself around.

"Later?" she pleaded. He frowned.

"I'm working until eleven thirty." Peyton bit her lip. She usually went to bed at eleven so she could be up at sunrise to go for a run. He put a hand on top of hers. "How about lunch? The café down the street is run by some friends of mine."

"Sounds perfect. I'll meet you there around two so no one sees us leave together so you can keep your job."

"See you then sexy." She watched him leave before she pulled her sunglasses off the top of her head. She laid back on the chair and thought about what she would wear on her date tomorrow.

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