โ€œMaking her Mineโ€ {18+}

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When Chase reached home that night, Paula was long gone.

It seemed she meant it this time. She left without a word, from the first warning and Chase couldn't help wondering when he would hear from her again.

Not that he was wishing for it. They both needed time apart and somewhere, deep within he knew this would be the outcome one day.

For a few good times he had the thought of returning to The Tube club and search for the blue-eyed young girl.

Maybe it was a place where she usually goes, but then again what would he tell her? Would he tell her anything or simply crash her against a wall and fuck her right there, without any word or introduction.

Hell knew he wanted that!

She was young, maybe too young for an old motherfucker like him, drowned in his own frustrations and lust but still, she was the woman who stired in him desires he hadn't felt for too long.

The charms she held were intoxicating, nothing like the other women he knew before or met for a one night stand. Nothing like Paula who was always calculated and predictive to his growing annoyance.

Those three minutes they stood one next to the other, filling his lungs with her scent, feeling the heat of her skin on his lips when whispering into her ear , when temptation settled and remained in his brain, these just three minutes transformed him from a dull old man to an awake and passionate one, wanting for more.

He never wanted for more before, never woke up with a woman in his mind and take her in his dreams at night, much like he did with her in the past days.

But he didn't go. Fuck, she was too young, too fresh and she didn't look to be one of those driven by his money, happy with expensive gifts or even.

It could have been a lost battle, a search for a dream never to fulfill.

Almost two months passed since Paula left. His life went back to no strings attached and it was just the way he liked it, with one minor detail engraved in his heart.

Her. The blue-eyed young girl that brightened his mornings and calmed his nights.

And she didn't even know it.

A big part of his life was now gifted to his business again and traveling, and soon enough his traveling would shift to Seoul. Then, there would literally be time for nothing else but work.

And he was really looking for it. Some time away, all sunken in work would take his mind away from his beautiful obsession.

Truth be told, from a comforting memory she became a torturing desire. And no, time did not make it better.

One could easily tell that Chase was darker in his stare, more absent to anything around unless it was work, more silent than ever, meeting his brother or visiting his son noticeably less.

But that didn't bother Nate much as he finally decided for NYU out of the four universities that accepted his application, to the total content of his father. At least one task was completed, the most important one so far, before Chase would travel for Seoul.

Nate had started college for about a month when Chase considered it was time to keep his promise.

He donated embarrassing amounts of money for the university, funding ten scholarships, flipping two chemistry labs and sponsoring a research project.

He attended a reception in his honor and visited the place a few times, becoming one of the most important advocate for education in the history of the NYU.

He always keeps his promises and most of the times exceeds the expectations.

"Thank you for coming, Mr. Rowllings. And we really appreciate your donation for our university," the dean says while exiting his office together with Chase.

"It's my pleasure. I do believe education is what runs this country. And one day, these fine young educated people will run my businesses. I need the best," Chase replies with a smile. "So, it's a win-win deal."

"Right. Let me show out, Mr. Rowllings," the dean offers and walks Chase outside the university building.

Before Chase turns around for a final handshake with the dean, something... someone catches his eyes and the air freezes around him when she comes in his view.

It's her, somewhere at his left side, sitting on a bench under a tree with legs crosses under her butt, reading a book.

His eyes widen and blood starts pumping blood in his temples.

She's beautiful in any of her postures. From time to time she tucks a rebel strand of hair behind her ear, exposing her beautiful face, concentrated on her reading.

Chase feels an urge to walk to her and his feet almost move getting the message from his brain but suddenly he halts.

A tall guy stops in front of her, catches her head with his hands and lifts her face towards his, sealing a kiss on her lips while lowering his head towards her, making Chase jump into a storm of mad jealousy.

She has someone.

He couldn't see him very well but that kiss was an indisputable proof.

He frowns his eyebrows, his eyes darkening like skies in tornados and hell, he has even felt one in his chest when her lips have been so tenderly kisses.

"Mr. Rowllings," someone calls his name and he turns around in a haste like pulled from a dream just to see the dean staring at him, waiting for something.

Something he didn't give a shit on, for sure.

"Yes... yes, that's just fine," Chase mumbles still captivated in the news he just witnessed.

He shakes the dean's stretched hand and walks away, totally absent and still baffled.

The thought of giving up on her, having already someone in her life suddenly takes control of his mind, because... that's the right thing to do.

He's used to giving up on himself for something that is right, after all. He has been doing that for the past half of his life but somehow this time it proves to be the hardest time.

His eardrums crack and his hands are sweated and there was nothing he wishes for more but to slide in his car and ask his driver to take him out of here before his composed self melts and fetches her with him.

The moment they've shared that night invades his brain again, making him battle with a racing breath and boiling blood rushing through his veins before his car exists the university premises.

Surprisingly the distance made it only worse.

On Friday evening, three days after his awkward visit to Nate's university where he finally has found out what his chances are, zero, that is, Chase prepares to leave the office when the door opens and Bennet shows up, all cheerful and laughing.

What else is new?

"Chase, you really need to come with us tonight," his younger brother says without any other introduction.

"I thought you left, Ben," Chase replies pilling some files in the right side of his desk.

"I did, but Nate came up with a better idea. We're going out. He has some colleagues invited for tonight and fuck, you and me need that."

"We need a going out or we need 'some colleagues'?" Chase asks with a smirk, amused by Ben's always enthusiastic nature.

"Fuck, both!" Bennet replies all excited while Chase shakes his head with a smile. His brother is really enjoying life.

"It would be damn strange to go out with your dad but not for me. Actually I find it cool," Nate interferes walking in his dad's office, lips all glossed in pink, something doesn't seem to be aware of. Chase smirks landing his eyes in his son.

"I take Marie is coming as well," Chase replies, being absolutely sure the gloss on his son's lips is the same one he has seen on Marie's lips all day today.

"Of course she does," Nate answers completely oblivious of his appearance.

"We'll, I guess it wouldn't hurt," he replies.

Chase agrees without too much argument. It's just a few weeks before the golf project kicks off in Seoul and then there won't be any time for fun, for God knows how long.

As usually, the place is packed with people laughing, dancing, having fun and Chase and Bennet arrive before Nate does. He has left the office earlier to drop Marie to her place to dress for the club and then meet his colleagues.

A young waitress approaches the VIP table where Chase and Bennet are sitting, lips red and stretched in a sensual smile, hips caged in a black leather tights and chest pushed out.

"Hey handsome. What's your poison tonight?" she asks.

"Whiskey. Dry. And keep bringing, sunshine," Bennet says with his eyes glued to her bright face and a goofy smirk in his own.

"Whiskey it is. Will be back in a bit," she confirms and turns towards the bar, winking playful to them.

"So, when will you leave for Seoul?" Bennet asks after breaking his intense stare with the waitress.

"In a couple of weeks. The intern of Marisa will be joining also. I want to be with her for the first part of the project. She'll have to stay there by herself and she's an intern after all. I need to make sure she can handle it," Chase replies and takes the glass the waitress placed on the table.

Her intense look make him feel good about himself and winks her back.

He takes a sip and leans against the backrest of the sofa, stretching one arm and enjoying the view between her breasts.

He smiles to himself. Maybe tonight is a good night. Somewhere in the crowd behind the waitress he sees a familiar face and recognizes Nate coming closer, holding Marie's hand as they approach, followed by a small group of other youngsters, Nate's colleagues for sure.

But his smile freezes and eyes widen when he sees some sky-blue eyes and a perfect smile spread on a beautiful shiny face just behind his son, taking the way towards their table.

She looks cheerful and laughing at the words of another guy from the same group but when she finds his eyes her smile fades just to become wider when meeting Chase's gaze.

She seems happy as if she has hoped he is here and now her wishes are granted. Her gaze lowers and lightly she shakes her head, just like the last time when they've met.

"Hey, dad. Good to see you could make it," Nate says and hugs both his father and uncle.

"Good to see you too Nate," Chase replies.

When the college year started Nate had moved alone to an apartment closer to the college and being busy with the student life didn't have much time to visit his father. And Chase thought to let him free and enjoy his new experiences.

"Dad, this Jenny, Dave and Kath. They are in senior year same college but we've got to get along quite well. And I have another two friends coming, that if they will still be sober enough to find the place," Nate makes the introductions.

"Hi. I'm Chase and this is my bother, Bennet," he replies in his turn, quickly shaking hands with Jenny and David, eager to reach the most interesting part.

He pierces his stare on Kath, grabbing her stretched hand and lingering there, squeezing it while not having enough of feeling her soft skin against his.

"I'm Kathleen. Nice meeting you, Mr Rowllings," she says, her eyes are glued to his handsome face, staring back at her as if devouring her.

A beautiful smile remains on her lips all along, one that she can't wipe of even is she struggles to. He surely is attractive. Hell, he's damn gorgeous, nothing less than the night he has captivated her thoughts.

She shivers with her hand still tightly squeezed, towered by his tall frame, broad shoulders and thick muscular arms framing a strong chest lining down to a thinner waist, all wrapped in a black shirt with sleeves rolled up showing the kind of strong arms she would love to be lifted by and squeezed in passionate hugs.

He surely doesn't breathe comfortably, as she can notice his chest's muscles flexing while inhaling and exhaling.

A perfect mouthwatering smile spreads on his handsome face, eyes piercing into hers, shadowed by some thick frown eyebrows aligned with some straight line jaws.

He definitely is an attractive man and she doesn't mind being all sucked up into his lustful, shining eyes.

Chase has held her hand for a few long seconds, lost into the depth of her sky blue eyes that never stopped staring, and she doesn't seem bothered.

There's something delicate in his touch, something heated in his glare that makes her feel an entirely new woman, a desired woman, a woman that is eager to take what it's given.

"So... have a sit," Chase finally says pulling her by the hand he holds and refusing to let go, offering her the place next to his.

They must have lost contact with the world around them for a good number of minutes, as all the others around the table are already sorted and having small talks.

Kathleen sits next to Chase smiling and blushing like a teenager. Well, she isn't far from that. She's just about to turn twenty.

Shivers run on her back when touching his hip, sitting down. It's one thing to face him from an arm's length and a totally different one to sit next to him, her body suddenly stiffening, just a few inches away from him.

She feels warmed up, turned on, lust hitting sky levels and she squeezes her thighs to control the knot of nerves building between.

From time to time she would tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear, smiling and looking down as if Chase's eyes make her blush but actually she feel wrapped in his comfortable warm look as if nothing else matters around but her.

There is a good amount of heat coming to her from all the pores of his skin together with his piercing stares that make her squeeze her thighs even more, and the more she does, hotter she feels.

It would be so much better if her every inch of her skin didn't respond si damn fast, quivering with every glare he gave.

He was Nate's father, for God's sake!

And still, instead of the fatherly figure she should find in him, he's waking in her desires that she can't control, making her long for a mere touch or dare for a kiss.

His perfect lips, curled in a sensual smile, are constantly attracting her eyes, sucking her in a whirl of sensations that almost knock her off.

"It must be weird to be sitting here with the father of a school colleague," Chase speaks close to her ear, fanning his breath on the skin of her neck, just below her earlobe, just perfect to make her tremble.

Chase hangs in there, making it impossible to avoid wondering how would it his kisses feel like.

He's eagerly waiting for her reply, wanting to know how she feels about him being an older man mustering of lust that himself couldn't believe. Being so close, his nostrils arch and inhale the scent of her perfume.

"We're not in school, so why should it be weird?" she replies gazing at him through her long eyelashes.

Her reply satisfies his expectations and he smiles, shaking his head. Her word give him hope.

Fuck the smart ass that was kissing her a few days ago. She's not the one for him, she's the one for Chase, for a strong man like himself who can give her anything and everything, from lustful wild sex nights to comfort and care, and love.

The waitress brings more booze and Kathleen grabs one shot throwing it down her throat in one gulp. And then another one. And one more, hoping that being tipsy will make her body numb to this damn intoxicating temptation.

It's overwhelming and damn hard to resist.

Chase looks at her and more she says put, next to him, more relaxed he becomes.

There's a strange mix between lust and a peaceful comfort when she's here, pretty hard to figure out how is that possible.

She keeps drinking shot after shot and he knows he should stop her, like a father because he is one, but around her he feels anything but a father. He's damn aroused and wanting.

Every fiber of his muscles is stiff and vibrating and his bulge throbbing like he's twenty.

She frowns after each shot, squeezing her eyes tight, feeling the burning liquid sliding down her throat and she's hoping it will run fast through her system.

Chase leans on his back, spreading his arms on the backrest of the sofa, enjoying the sight Kathleen is unfolding in front of his eyes.

She raises her hand to the waitress signing for three more shots which now are summing a total of seven.

Cockily, Chase run this eyes on her bare back, from the top of her head to the thin golden strap coming along her spine and disappearing in the hem of the dress around the lower line of her smaller back.

Her ribs and muscles are visibly moving under her white glittering skin with each snap of her head when throwing the shots down her throat and he feel a burning wish to slide his hands on that skin, brushing his fingers along her elegant back, sharing with her the heat of his palms.

The waitress brings the three shots and Kathleen grabs the first one before the tray in on the table.

She vigorously shakes her head after the second one and pauses, staring at her lap, releasing a whimper and hitting the table with the glass.

She looks quite wasted already and when she reaches her hand for the third shot Chase knows it's time to interfere.

"Okay, I guess that's enough," he says smiling and grabs the glass from her hand.

She turns her shining blue eyes to him and stares in disapproval wiping the drops of tequila left of her lips with the back of her hand.

"You're not my father to tell me what it's enough and what it isn't," she replies with a naughty smile and stretches her arm to grab back the booze but before she blinks, Chase fetches the glass and throws the liquid on his throat with a smirk, leaning towards her ear, his breath teasing her earlobe.

"But I can be your daddy and have you spanked whenever you're naughty. And this... is naughty," he whispers in a guttural voice, showing her the empty glass in his hand and sending electrical shocks all through her body.

"Fuck," Kathleen moans with her chin buried in her chest, closing her eyes and enjoying the feeling his voice gives.
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