(A.N) Hi, sorry i havent updated for a while, school has been crazy! There'll be many updates this weekend as i have more free time than in the week.So here is chapter 11, the plot thickens... Again please read and review, reviews help spur me on!

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The New Tenant

Seth entered the darkened room, trying to be as quiet as possible. He could see Summer's silhouette curled up in the bed.

As he stared longingly at his girlfriend, Seth didn't watch where his feet were headed and tripped over the chest at the foot of the bed.

He dove onto the floor. Summer rolled over and turned on the lamp.

"Cohen?" she yawned as Seth moaned from the floor. He got up slowly and blinked at the light pouring from the bedside table.

"Hi Summer, I tried not to wake you but,"

"… the coheny cohenisms in your body stopped you." Summer smiled finishing his sentence.

"Yeah I guess," Seth pulled off his clothes until he was in his boxers and climbed into bead alongside Summer.

He stared into her gorgeous dark eyes, realising he was finally home.

"I missed you so much," he said, holding her tightly in his arms.

"Me too, I'm glad you're home," Summer replied, reaching over to turn out the light.

"Night Cohen," she whispered returning to his warm embrace.

"Night Summer."

"Ok ladies, status report. We have a total of 187 replies to invitations. We have hair, make up, transport and photography sorted and booked. The dresses should arrive tomorrow and the men's fitting is next week. Rehearsal dinner on Thursday 10th at The Arches, 8pm, with 30 guests in attendance. Ladies, we are all but 2 weeks from lift off."

Julie smiled widely at her small congregation of Summer, Kirsten and Marissa.

"I just can't believe we're nearly here!" Julie wiped away an imaginary tear. She paused as three stunned faces looked back at her.

Julie was unfazed though as she scooped up her pad and swept out of the room briefly saying she had to confirm with the caterers.

Kirsten ran after her calling, 'Julie I've already done it!"

Summer stared blankly into space. Marissa waved a hand in front of her face and she blinked quickly.

"You okay Sum?"

"Wha…? Oh yeah, I uh, I just can't believe it's so close!" Summer smiled warmly at her friend.

"Oh my god I know! I can't wait, I've got, like, permanent butterflies!" Marissa laughed looking nervous.

"Don't worry Coop, everything is going to be great, I promise."

"Thanks," Summer hugged her friend. Suddenly, her cell phone began to ring in her bag.

"Hello?"

"Hi Summer, its Bailey, from L.A.?" His deep English accent swept into Summer's ear.

"Oh hi! How are you?" Summer smiled.

"I'm great, I'm in Newport for the day so I thought we could maybe meet for coffee?"

"Sure, how bout Signet on the beach?"

"Yes, perfect see you in half an hour."

"Kay, bye." The line went dead as he hung up. Summer shut the lid and smiled to herself.

"Who was that?" Summer jumped as she remembered that Marissa was next to her.

"Oh, uh, it was Seth, he got finished so we're gonna meet for coffee," she lied. Marissa nodded and continued to doodle on her notepad.

"She coming?" A husky British voice asked. Bailey placed his phone in his trouser pocket.

"Yeah." He was sat the passenger seat of a large Mercedes. A large man was sat in the drivers seat.

They were parked outside of a grubby apartment near the beach. Bailey stared at it through the window.

"Do I really have to stay here?" he asked, wrinkling his nose.

"Hey, you haven't seen the interior yet mate," the large guy said, climbing out of the car and walking to the front door.

His chubby fingers wrapped around the key and he unlocked it.

Bailey got out of the car and followed his friend into the apartment. He stared in awe at his surroundings.

It was horrendous. A damp, stale smell lingered in the air. A torn couch sat on a stained green carpet, the walls had chunks missing.

"You've got to be kidding!" The large guy chuckled.

"Fraid not mate. Don't worry though, while you're out, it'll be made up. It's not gonna be the Ritz but it'll be liveable."

"Liveable? Oh god, what have I gotten into?"

"Hey, don't worry. We gotta fool this chick which means the story has gotta be good. Anyway I did some research, asked around, her boyfriend's family practically owns Newport and he dad is a private plastic surgeon. This bird aint poor. We'll get a major payday if you do the job right."

The large guy looked at Bailey, his eyes widening.

"You still in," he asked. Bailey looked around him and nodded.

"Definitely."