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A tall guy gets out of the car, stands, and looks at the front of the house, appearing a little unsure. A growl leaves my throat. This guy may be a problem. He seems like the typical asshole that my family frequently mixes with, the kind of guy that has money but is desperate for more. That rich asshole look. He reeks of a narcissistic prick with his thick golden brown hair and expensive clothes with the flashy watch. I've met too many guys like him. They have this confidence and arrogance they portrayto the world, but believe me, when they’re tied up and bleeding, all that alpha morphs into weak whimpers of pleading for their lives.
I watch as he approaches the front door. I can't see what’s happening, but I hear a raised voice which is then followed by a slamming of a door. A sudden movement in the kitchen grabs my attention, and with the window ajar, I can listen to the conversation if I concentrate hard enough. Chase’s face is contorted in anger, and it's a sexy look on him.
"What are you doing here, Wade? I told you to leave me alone. You can't keep calling me and turning up like this," Chase shouts. His face is starting to turn red from frustration. It sounds like this Wade–such a douche name–is an ex? I can help Chase with that little problem. I'd enjoy this one.
"Babe, I just needed to see you. I think you're overreacting; don't waste the last two years because of a mistake I made. I promise it won't happen again," he pleads.
Chase appears unaffected, his face set in a hard line, nostrils flaring with impatience, his eyes heavy with exhaustion like he doesn’t have the energy to care.
"How many times?" he asks Wade, who looks slightly confused.
"What do you mean?" the douchebag responds.
Looking unconvinced, Chase pushes. "Tell me how many times you fucked another guy or that one guy I caught you with, and I'll hear you out."
From here, I can see Wade visibly flinch, not expecting pushback.Uh oh, someone’s been a bad boy.
"I don't know," Wade mutters, which I can’t hear but can read on his lips. His forehead creases, and his eyes cast down, trying to look ashamed, which I find hysterical. This guy doesn’t give a shit. I bet it's all about control, and I should know, control is a need for me.
A laugh bursts out of Chase, on the verge of maniacal. He looks kinda crazy, but it works for me.
"Get the fuck out, Wade," he says, obviously done with this conversation.
"But you said you'd hear me out if I was honest!"
Chase scoffs. "I lied, dickhead, doesn't feel nice, does it? Being promised honesty and loyalty, only for it to be thrown in your face. Just get out. Go find someone else’s life to screw over."
Chase turns to walk away, and Wade grabs his arm, yanking him back towards him.
"This will never be over," he hisses at Chase, a totally different tone to the pleading pussy he has just portrayed.
"Get your hands off me and leave, or I’ll report you to the police. I mean it, Wade. We’re done." Pulling his arm away from Wade’s grasp, Wade looks at him over his shoulder before leaving.
"This isn't over. I’ll win you back," Wade says.
Chase laughs again without humor.
"Never gonna happen, now I won't ask again, get out."
Wade stomps away to his car, leaving with pure fury on his face, and speeds out of here like his ass is on fire.
Yep, this Wade is going to be a problem. But I can help with that. I notice the lights have all turned off, leaving just one light on the top floor, which I assume is his bedroom. Deciding it's time to go, I quietly leave via the side gate, and I’m reassured by the knowledge that taking Chase will be a walk in the park.
CHAPTER 5
CHASE
As I get into my bed, I can't shut my brain off from the complete disaster of a day I’ve had. I can’t believe Wade showed up. That's not true, but his persistence is surprising. I don't get it. But I mean what I said, I don't want to be with him. It feels like that story of us has come to an end, and I'm itching to move on to whatever the next chapter of life has in store for me. I just want to be fucking happy, is that too much to ask?
I turn onto my side, staring at the window. I try to clear my mind, but Noah keeps coming to the forefront whenever I try to relax and erase any thoughts. It's such a peculiar feeling. I’ve only known him for an hour of my life, but is it weird to say I can feel him around me?
Something is engulfing about his presence, and I can't put my finger on it. He’s not like anyone I’ve ever met, and I get the impression nothing scares him. He seemed genuinely devoid of all emotion apart from want. The way he stared at me, just thinking about it makes me want to melt into the bed. It's too intense to deal with, but at the same time, I would love to submit to the bad side, just this once. I get the sense he would own me,dominate me. I’ve always had this fantasy of being taken without choice. It's an odd kink, but the idea of just letting someone throw me around and do as they please makes me so hot that I think my skin could scorch his fingers with the need for it.
I'm instantly hard, picturing Noah pushing me into the mattress, slapping me, spitting at me, telling me what a dirty whore I am while pounding into me like a wild beast. I groan at the thought, the thought of that deep, smoky voice of his growling into my ear, describing in detail what he’ll do to me. My breathing starts to pick up, and I can't resist grabbing hold of my cock. I'm as hard as stone. So needy. I can feel my hole fluttering, desperate to be filled.Shit. I spit into my hand and quickly start stroking my throbbing dick, slightly twisting the head and rubbing my thumb over the slit. Electric sparks burst in my balls and around my shaft, my feet start to tingle, my whole body is shaking, and I swear I'm about to burst into flames.
"Oh god, hmmmm,Noah," I gasp, which is then followed by a silent scream as my eyes open wide in shock at the force of my orgasm. Ropes of cum splatter all over my chest, leaving me all sticky and hot. "Shit," I mutter to myself.
I can't move. My body has turned into a limp noodle of pure satisfaction. Finally, after catching my breath, my body feels lighter. The tension has melted away, taking my foggy mind with it. The weightless bliss of sleep takes me as I let dreams of an off-limits Noah float away with me.
