A Debt Repaid (1) Read Free

continue living your ridiculous lifestyle."
    Douglas swallowed, his eyes shooting daggers at Chase. "I told you, I will find a way to pay you back!"
    "You have no way to pay us back. We all know that. You're losing your house, you piece of shit. Did you ever think about your wife?” Chase asked in a low voice.
    The investigation into Douglas’ life had brought up a lot of info. Lots of shit, the type that most women wouldn’t put up with.
    "What happens to my wife is none of your business!"
    Chase almost couldn’t hold back his desire to punch Douglas right in the nose. "It is now," he heard himself say. A plan was beginning to take hold in the back of his head. One that had him smirking, even as the bigger part of him began to panic.
    What the fuck?
    "What the fuck?" Douglas and Matthew echoed, both looking at Chase like he’d gone crazy.
    And fuck, he had.
    Douglas took a step toward him. "What does that mean?"
    Chase stared him down, daring Douglas to give him an excuse.
    "Chase, what..." Matthew trailed off, shaking his head in confusion.
    "I said, it is now," Chase repeated, the decision solidifying itself in his head. It was wrong, it was cruel, and it was low.
    She was going to be one hundred percent against it. But he had the power now and nothing was going to stop him.
    Was he a bastard for what he was about to do? Yes. Six ways to hell yes , yet the needs coursing through him would not let Chase do it any other way. He knew how to recognize an opportunity.
    And how to take one.
    Chase sneered at him. "Listen to me. I cannot just have you fired; you are facing time behind bars if I choose to press charges on you. Now, I'm willing to let what you've done slide...and I'm willing to help you pay off the bank so that you don't lose your home.”
    The new found hope on Douglas’ face became anger and understanding when it clicked in his head.
    Not such an idiot after all.
    Douglas’ expression darkened with fury. "You want something from my wife. ”
    "Chase," Matthew warned, his eyes wide with disbelief.
    Chase looked at Matthew, silently telling him to shut the fuck up. "Yes. You avoid jail and you keep your house. I, in return, get one date with Aria, Douglas. Just one.”
    "And you'll get to sleep with her, right? She'll never let you!"
    "I just want to take her out to dinner. If she chooses to take our date further, that is up to her." And he sure as hell planned to do everything in his power to convince her to do so. Nothing would be sweeter. He’d have her, and he’d have the perfect revenge against the man before him.
    Jail was too good for him. The shame of living with this, however, was perfect.
    "She would never cheat on me," Douglas said with a certainty that was pathetic.
    Chase had meant what he said. He would never force her. Though he was planning on seducing her until the word “no” was erased from her vocabulary.
    He would have her somehow.
    Morals be damned.

 

     
     
     
    “SHE WON’T SLEEP with you.”
    " Then there you go. Nothing to worry about.” Chase’s tone was calm, but on the inside, he was a raging sea of emotions. “Simple. Your wife goes out on one dinner date with me. One. And you get your freedom, and the money you need to save this house," Chase finished, tone a bit harsher than he intended.
    Douglas’ nostrils flared but he didn't respond right away. Chase could see the wheels turning in his head.
    Douglas gave him a grudging stare. " Just a dinner date? And she isn't forced to do anything she doesn't want to do?"
    Chase nodded. Matthew was shocked into silence, staring at Chase like a wide-eyed statue.
    "One. Next week. Speak with her, set it up, and the morning after you will have the money to continue your life and the freedom along with it." Chase turned to get the hell out of there before he destroyed Douglas.
    It wasn’t lost on him that his anger wasn’t just directed at Douglas. He wanted Aria too bad to stop himself, but it didn’t mean he was incapable