For the third day in a row, I wake up in Chases arms, only this time is different. We're in the guest room I've occupied, and I know I went to bed by myself. But sometime during the night, Chase crawled in beside me, and the thought made me smile. It wasn't following through on a threat because I fell asleep on the couch, or holding me due to a traumatic incident (which in itself makes me melt). It was because he wanted to be near me. There's been a definite shift in our relationship since the cafe shooting. Maybe it was starting to shift before that, but Chase seems different. He's always touching me in some way, whether it be holding my hand or stroking my back.
I won't lie, I'm liking the affection. But there's still that little niggle in my mind that makes me wonder if he's just doing it to ensure I stay and he can keep his company. And I hate that the doubt is there. I want so much to believe that our connection is real. That what we could have is real, but given how this started would I ever really know for sure?
I stay snuggled in Chase’s arms for a while, my mind wandering over the events of the last 6 weeks, enjoying the safety of Chase, his soft breathing and warm body soothing my soul. I was so happy seeing my brother last night, knowing that they were all ok put me at ease. But Ethan's words to me when they left shocked me. When he'd hugged me goodbye he simply whispered in my ear. “He's a good one Kate.” Ethan has never liked anyone I have dated before. And yes, they have turned out to be total dicks. But he likes the guy who has pretty much forced me to stay married to him. The man I've been at war with for the past six weeks. The man that has somehow wiggled his way into my heart.
Sighing, I look at the clock and slowly untangle myself from Chase’s arms. It's hard leaving the warmth of Chase’s body, I'd stay there all day if I could. But my bladder tells me otherwise.
I slip out of bed, Chase stirs slightly and lets out a groan before snuggling with my pillow. I can't help but smile, he can be so adorable. I make my way to my bathroom to relieve myself and then jump in the shower. After a long hot shower I dry off and wrap the towel around me. I forgot to bring clothes in with me. I walk back in the bedroom, Chase is still asleep, so I grab my outfit and head back to the bathroom to get dressed. Though part of me wants to wake Chase up with a little show. A very large part.
To say I'm sexually frustrated is an understatement. Every little touch from Chase is bringing me closer to exploding. I'm not sure how much longer I can go before insanity kicks in and I jump him. I giggle at that thought, I highly doubt Chase would mind. In fact, I think he would encourage it. I dress and head into the kitchen to make breakfast.
“Mm something smells good.” I hear Chase say before he wraps his arms around my waist and nuzzles into my neck as I finish plating up the waffles and bacon I prepared... with a side of steamed kale of course. “Well the bacon and waffles do... that green stuff? Not so much.” He states. I giggle and wiggle out of Chases arms. I set the plates and coffee on the breakfast bar.
“Now what kind of wife would I be if I didn't give you your greens?” I tease. I flutter my eyes at him receiving a smirk.
“The type that's not trying to kill me?” he retorts. I laugh and sit down at the bar as Chase takes his place beside me. He's a good sport, taking some of the disgusting soggy greens on his fork, taking a deep breath and forcing it into his mouth. I hold back my laughter at his face. “You know you have to eat it too right?!” he states. I look down at my plate and screw up my nose.
“Yep... getting to it.” I say, taking a deep breath in. He chuckles and shakes his head.
“You hate it as much as I do.” He laughs. I simply shrug and take a sip of my coffee to hide my smile. “Speaking of.... how come the guest room isn't painted like the rest of the house?” he asks. I can't hold in the laugh.
“I hate the colour pink.” I tell him. Chase laughs and shakes his head.
“Good to know that this...” He waves his fork at the glittery walls. “Is torturing you as much as me.” He states. I shrug my shoulders.
“Totally worth it.” I say. He grins and drinks his coffee. I take him in, wearing one of his grey Armani suits, crisp white shirt and blue tie. Damn he looks good. But he always does. Maybe I shouldn't have went so healthy in my food related torture. Maybe I should have filled him with greasy take away and given him a beer belly. It may have helped with my constant state of arousal. Argh, who am I kidding, he'd still have that face. Chase with a dadbod? Not usually my cup of tea but the thought still leaves me wet. Damnit, what the hell is wrong with me?
“What are you thinking about?” Chase asks. My eyes focus on Chases, his lips forming a smirk.
“What? Nothing!” I exclaim, the pitch of my voice heightened.
“Then why are you blushing?” he chuckles. I look down trying to hide my red cheeks.
“I’m not!” I deny. Chase laughs and moves in closer to me, his breath tickles my neck as he whispers in my ear.
“Whatever dirty thoughts you're having of me.... I'm more than happy to make them come true.” He says huskily. He places a kiss just below my ear then tugs on my earlobe softly with his teeth. I can't stop the moan that escapes my lips and I squeeze my legs together to relieve the ache between them. Chase moves away and smirks. “Well now I have to go to work dear wife.” He states. He stands and runs his fingers down the side of my ribs and waist, leaning in he kisses my neck, lingering a little longer.
“Have a good day.” He says. He steps back, the noticeable difference in temperature apparent without his body heat on me. My breathing is shallow, my body wanton as he walks out the door with a smirk on his face. That bloody asshole.
A full day cooped up in the apartment on my own without Chase. After how he left me this morning, I tried to relieve the tension in my body but it just left me hornier. I tried to take my mind off of everything I'd do to Chase if he were here, but it was no use. I couldn't leave the apartment to distract myself because of the vultures downstairs. So in the end I had a day on the couch watching Netflix, while my mind played a pornographic film. It was mid-afternoon when a knock at the door pulled me from my sordid thoughts. I walked hesitantly to the door.
Chase said the odds of the paparazzi getting into the building were slim, but still, it didn't mean they couldn't and the last thing I'd want is to open the door and be bombarded by camera flashes while I'm wearing yoga pants and a baggy jumper. I stop at the door debating whether to open it.
“Kate, it's only me.” Verity’s voice rings through. I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding and smile. Opening the door Verity smiles at me, her arms full with items.
“Hey!” I greet her with a smile. I move from the door and Verity walks in, straight to the lounge room where she places the items on the couch.
“Hey, so I come bearing gifts.” She states. I follow her to the lounge and take a seat.
“What type of gifts?” I ask.
“Well I'm guessing asshat never mentioned his 30th birthday party this weekend?” she asks with a smirk. I shake my head. I knew his birthday was on Sunday but not that there was a party. “Of course he didn't. Well because you can't really leave at the moment, I bought you some dresses to choose from, as well as accessories and shoes. And...” She pulls something from her back pocket and hands it to me.
“My phone?!” I exclaim, taking it from her hands and holding it like it’s my lifeline. Which it really is, I feel lost without my phone. She grins and nods her head.
“Yeah, they let me grab your things today.” She tells me. I smile wide. Who knew I'd miss such a small electronic devise so much. Verity laughs at my reaction. “The battery has died though.” She says with a frown. I nod and stand up.
“I'll go put it on charge.” I say. I walk out of the lounge room and put my phone on charge in my bedroom. By the time I return, Verity has laid out all the dresses she brought for me to choose from. I take in the floor length gowns and look to Verity.
“I take it this isn't like the parties I'm used to attending?” I say. Verity shakes her head.
“Unfortunately no, you won't be able to drink beers while singing Aussie rock ballads in your thongs.” She tells me. I laugh. That pretty much sums up the parties we had in Australia. “All of these are yours now, so whichever one you want to wear to assholes birthday, the rest can stay for other events.” She continues. I furrow my brow, seeing all the tags still on the brand new dresses, it must have cost a fortune.
“Don't worry, I used Chases card.” She says after seeing my reaction.
“I don't want to spend Chase’s money.” I say. Verity sighs and sits down next to me.
“It's your money now too Kate. At least that's how Chase sees it... do you know what a big deal that is for him to want you to have everything he has?” she asks. I shake my head. “He's never been one to buy women anything. He's not a miser, he just hates that a lot of women expect things from him... but with you, it's different, he's different.” She continues. I chew on my lip, mulling over her words. Chase never lavishes women with gifts, but I'm not someone who accepts things I didn't earn... well with the exception of my birthday and Christmas. Verity takes my hand.
“I can't believe I'm fighting for that assheads happiness... but I saw his reaction when he heard about the cafe Kate... The pure fear on his face. He ran out of a meeting that would secure the biggest deal of his life without a second thought.” She tells me.
“He lost a deal because of me?” I ask. Verity shakes her head.
“It all worked out in the end. But he didn't know that it would. He didn't even hesitate to go to you, and honestly... even if he knew he could have messed up that contract, I think he still would have chosen to go to you.” She says. My heart beats wildly in my chest. This was the little doubt I had about Chase and me. The doubt that he may put the company before me. I look over all the items Verity has left in the lounge room.
“It still feels wrong taking all this... especially when I can't work at the moment.” I say, frowning.
“Well Chase has taken care of that too.” Verity grins. She moves from the couch and rummages through a bag before placing a box in my lap.
“A laptop?” I ask, taking in the box on my lap. Verity nods her head.
“Yeah, complete with any software you could possibly need for interior design.” She says. She looks around the room and laughs. “God, if you had this then you could have made this place ten times worse.” She says. I laugh loudly.
“I don't think you can get much worse.” I muse.
“True. He's also put a file on there with the details of the
Dallas building.” Verity says. I nod my head in understanding. “Just take it Kate.” Verity says softly. I sigh and give her a weak smile.
“Ok... but I at least need to buy him a birthday present... what do you get a billionaire who has everything?” I ask.
“Yourself?” She wiggles her eyebrows and I laugh. “I'm serious! All he wants is you Kate.” Verity says. I bite my lip, my mind going to all the sordid thoughts I had of Chase today.
“It's something to think about at least.” I concede. Verity giggles and stands up.
“Well I'll leave that to you, but right now, let’s try on dresses.” She says. I laugh and stand up with her
“Lead the way.” I wave in the direction of my bedroom.