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A big thank you to every one who voted. Here's the next installment of my story. Hope you enjoy it. Any feed back would be greatly appreciated. Once again, all characters are eighteen years of age or older.

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Chapter 4

Chase had arrived at the airport to find the Montague's limousine and driver waiting for him. He was pleased to have almost finished the trip to the estate, as he was tired and looking forward to his rest. He had purposely turned off his mobile and told Jack that he wasn't to be contacted unless in the utmost urgency. Chase intended to isolate himself from the world for the next three weeks and forget he was a movie star. For the next few weeks, Chase was simply going to be a teenager.

"Welcome to Winchester sir." Bates, Winchester's butler greeted Chase at the door.

"Thanks, I'm happy to be here."

"Mr and Mrs Montague are currently in the sitting room. I'll have your bags taken to your room, then I'll take you directly to the master."

Chase laughed quietly to him self. Bates was the perfect image of the stereotypical butler with his heavy British accent and stiff posture, he could have easily gotten any butler role in any film in the world.

As Chase entered the sitting room Parker stood up to meet him. "Ah Chase my lad, welcome, welcome. How was your flight?"

"It was fine thank you."

"Good, good. Of course you know my wife Emily."

"It's a pleasure to see you again Mrs Montague." Chase inwardly cringed at the sight of who he considered to be one of the stupidest women in the world.

"It's lovely to see you too, darling. Dinner will be served in half an hour, so we'll get Bates to show you to your room where you can freshen up and change and then you can tell us all about your tour."

"I would like nothing better," Chase lied. All he wanted to do was sleep. He had been promoting all day and had gone straight to the airport from there. Chase was exhausted, but he couldn't be rude so he put on a brave face and followed Bates to his room.

"Dinner will be served in precisely 28 minutes sir. I will have someone waiting here to escort you to the dining room. The dinner is not formal tonight sir, so just wear something casual." With that, Bates turned and left Chase to get ready.

Chase smiled to himself. Casual to these people meant still wearing a bloody suit. Still he didn't feel like dressing up. Rummaging through his suitcase, Chase decided a pair of black trousers and a blue shirt would have to do.

Twenty minutes later there was a knock at the door. Chase opened it to a pretty young maid. "I'm here to take you to the dining room sir." Chase smiled at her. She looked nervous, and Chase thought she had probably just started to work here.

"Lead the way then."

As Chase entered the dining room he could see that Parker and Emily were already there. "Come in boy, come in." Parker Montague had an annoying habit of repeating his words. "Our daughter should be along in a minute for dinner. We're hoping that she'll take you on a tour of the house and grounds tomorrow."

Chase looked at them, shocked. No one had ever said anything to him about a daughter. Now he was going to have a bloody simpering female tagging after him for the next three weeks. Chase realised he has staring and quickly shook himself back to the present. "Forgive me. I was unaware that you had any children."

"Yes, just the one daughter," Emily answered. "Samantha attends school in Los Angeles, but is here for her school break. She doesn't really have much to do with society at the moment, she's so busy with her studies."

Chase didn't know why, but he felt he could detect that something wasn't quite right in regards to the daughter. Just as he was about to ask a question, Bates walked in and announced that dinner was about to be served. Chase took his seat and was unable to ask anymore questions. Emily never bloody shut-up.

As it turned out, Samantha never turned up for dinner. As Parker apologised, Chase could see something in Parkers eyes that he didn't like. Although he tried had not to show it, Parker was clearly furious at Samantha's disappearance. As Chase fell asleep that night, he wondered what he had gotten himself in to.

Chapter 5

Chase had eaten breakfast alone the next morning and was walking around the house, trying to find his way to the back gardens when he heard an almighty yell coming from a room just in front of him. Although he had been taught by his mother no to eavesdrop, he was curious when he heard the name Samantha and couldn't help but listen.

"Why the hell should I be expected to look after him. I'm not his bloody nurse maid."

"Don't you use that tone of voice with me young lady. I am your father and you will do as I say."

"Since when have you been my father. Just because you happened to be the one to get Emily pregnant doesn't mean you're my father."

"How dare you..."

"You can't ignore me basically my whole life, then suddenly acknowledge my existence when you want something. I came here to get away from pain in the ass socialites and rich party boys. Your not even suppose to be here. We have an agreement. You do not occupy this house when I'm staying here. This arrangement has worked well for the last five years and I sure as hell don't want to change it now. You invited him so your stuck with him. I have better things to do than to act as a bloody babysitter."

Chase heard the door slam open and managed to hide in the shadows before Samantha could see him. As she stormed past him, Chase couldn't help but stare after her. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. With her jet black hair and deep brown eyes, she could easily have modeled for any magazine in America, and that body would give any guy a wet dream. This was not the meek star struck girl he was expecting. Obviously, she was not happy that he was here. His last night intuition had been right. There was something not right between the girl and her parents. Smiling to himself, he went on his way to the back of the house. This holiday might turn out more interesting than expected.

Chapter 6

Sam stormed out of the back doors and walked down to the stables. It was bad enough that her parents had invaded her time while at the estate, but it was even worse that they actually expected her to entertain their visitor for the next three weeks. As much as she didn't want to, Sam was seriously considering leaving the estate and going back to L.A. At least she would be away from her parents and closer to the gallery. Still, it had been so long since she had seen both Warrior and Mac. Squaring her shoulders, she vowed that she wouldn't let this interloper force her out of her home. If she was lucky, he would get so sick of her parents he would leave in a few days anyway.

As Sam walked into the stables she looked around for Mac. She really should have been phoning people about the gallery, but Sam knew that she wouldn't calm down until she had gone for a ride. Sam couldn't see Mac anywhere, but as her eyes adjusted to the slightly dimmer light she noticed a figure standing in front of Warrior's stall. It was Chase Major. Sam was furious. It was bad enough he was living in her house, now he was trying to bother her horse. "What the hell do you think your doing."

Chase whipped his head around, startled at the sudden noise. He hadn't heard anyone come in. "Oh, hi. I'm Chase, you must be Samantha."

"I didn't ask for your name. I already have the unfortunate knowledge of knowing who you are. I asked what you were doing here."

Chase was a little put off. He knew Sam didn't want him here but he didn't think she'd be so blatantly obvious to his face. "I came here to go riding. Mac said I could choose any horse in the stable."

"Really, and what made you pick this horse."

"I don't know really, I mean, he's a magnificent animal, and I felt drawn to him I guess." Chase wondered where exactly this conversation was going.

"Well in future stay away from this one."

"Why? What's wrong with him"

"He's mine, and your lucky that you haven't been seriously injured. Warrior won't let anyone touch him but Mac and myself."

"Really. He seemed fine while I was feeding him a carrot just before you came in."

Sam looked at him speechless. He had to be lying. Warrior never let a stranger touch him. But even as she looked at Chase with disbelief, Warrior swung his large head over the stall door and butted Chase on the shoulder. "Warrior likes him," Sam thought to herself. She couldn't believe it. Looking at Chase she said to him softly, "Do you have to take everything good in my life away from me," then she turned around and slowly walked away. Warrior whinnied after her, but Sam didn't hear him. Her life, as crappy as it was to her, still had some high points. Sam wondered what terrible thing she had done to have all these things taken away.

Chase watched her walk away, stunned. As he continued to watch, he saw Sam break into a run and head towards the woods. It was obvious that she was upset, and Chase felt guilty, despite the fact that he had no idea what he'd done. He sighed to himself and decided that he should tack up a horse and go and look for her. Deciding against Warrior, he tacked up a good looking bay mare called Firefly. Chase turned her towards the woods and pushed Firefly into a good lope. Sam was a fast runner and he had already lost sight of her. He hoped he could find Sam and try and patch things up with her. He had no idea that she held this much animosity towards him and he didn't want this to spoil either of their holidays.