of realizing how fucked up this all was. He’d done twisted things in his life. Owning a company had left him with no choice. Being a human had left him with no choice.
The world was a fucked up place and it was survival of the fittest.
But thinking of her big, blue eyes was filling him with a guilt he’d never felt before. Even worse, he was doubting himself.
Chase never doubted himself.
"And keep my job?" he heard Douglas ask behind him.
Dear lord, he was p itiful. "Don't push your fucking luck, Douglas. Have Aria call me in two days.” Chase stormed out of the office. He knew that Matthew was trailing behind him. Could feel the stare Matthew was leveling him with on the back of his head.
Chase wondered where Aria was as he stomped through the hall toward the entrance. Was she in her room? Hiding from him?
Was she doing it because she’d been just as affected as he was?
She had been affected. There was no way he could mistake that.
"Chase, what the hell was that?" Matthew hissed once they were outside.
"I don't know, I—"
"You want her. That was obvious the moment you saw her.” Matthew ran his hand down his face, aggravated. “But do you realize what you just did? This is going too far, even for you. What is wrong with you?"
"That bastard owes us three point six million dollars. Money he helped himself to because as our financial manager, he had access. For what? To party, to gamble, to whore around while she sits at home. We’ve heard the rumors. He cheats on her every damned weekend, why should it matter if I want her?” Chase said, his tone louder than it should have been.
He heard a tiny gasp.
His head flew up, eyes searching for the source of it, and he saw the curtain on one of the upstairs windows falling back into place.
The open , upstairs window.
Matthew stared at him in frustration. "You asshole, that was her. She heard you."
"Good." Chase’s jaw twitched. "She deserves to know about the many whores he loves to spend his business trips with. It’ll make it easier for me to get what I want."
"Chase, what if she loves him? ” Matthew began to question him. “Is there any bit of humanity left in you? Do you have any idea how much this will break her heart?"
Shit.
And there was that spark of guilt, slamming into his lower stomach like a hot pike piercing through. He hadn’t felt it in so long that it almost made him lose his breath.
Chase rubbed the top of his head. "Fuck, Matthew, I'm sorry."
"I'm not the one you should say that to."
He was right.
Didn’t change anything. Chase’s need for revenge against Douglas had been minimal before. Now, he was fixated on the idea of getting back at him by having his woman.
And it must’ve showed on his face.
"You're still going to go through with this, aren't you?"
Chase looked at Matthew. He nodded and silently dared him to say anything. "Yes."
Marcus shook his head. "You're an asshole. ”
"You're right. But I'm done talking about this, what's done is done." Chase turned to get into his car.
"And what if she doesn't agree?"
His stomach tightened at the thought. He wanted her to agree. More than anything . He was going to have to sit down and fucking analyze justwhat was happening . Later. When he was alone.
Not that it would change anything. Knowing why he felt the way he did wouldn’t alter his course.
And damn it was the main reason he had to explore her. Have her.
She was making him feel .
He hadn’t felt anything in so long. Not that he remembered, at least.
"If she doesn't, then I won't force her. I'll still pay off her house, but her husband is fucked. And then you won't have to worry about me taking advantage of her.”
Chase was turning on the ignition when he heardMatthew walk by, heading toward his car and mumbling . "Let's hope she doesn't agree, then."
Chase flipped him off before pulling out of the driveway.
Marcus was an asshole.
Chase was considering firing him.
He should've known the man
The world was a fucked up place and it was survival of the fittest.
But thinking of her big, blue eyes was filling him with a guilt he’d never felt before. Even worse, he was doubting himself.
Chase never doubted himself.
"And keep my job?" he heard Douglas ask behind him.
Dear lord, he was p itiful. "Don't push your fucking luck, Douglas. Have Aria call me in two days.” Chase stormed out of the office. He knew that Matthew was trailing behind him. Could feel the stare Matthew was leveling him with on the back of his head.
Chase wondered where Aria was as he stomped through the hall toward the entrance. Was she in her room? Hiding from him?
Was she doing it because she’d been just as affected as he was?
She had been affected. There was no way he could mistake that.
"Chase, what the hell was that?" Matthew hissed once they were outside.
"I don't know, I—"
"You want her. That was obvious the moment you saw her.” Matthew ran his hand down his face, aggravated. “But do you realize what you just did? This is going too far, even for you. What is wrong with you?"
"That bastard owes us three point six million dollars. Money he helped himself to because as our financial manager, he had access. For what? To party, to gamble, to whore around while she sits at home. We’ve heard the rumors. He cheats on her every damned weekend, why should it matter if I want her?” Chase said, his tone louder than it should have been.
He heard a tiny gasp.
His head flew up, eyes searching for the source of it, and he saw the curtain on one of the upstairs windows falling back into place.
The open , upstairs window.
Matthew stared at him in frustration. "You asshole, that was her. She heard you."
"Good." Chase’s jaw twitched. "She deserves to know about the many whores he loves to spend his business trips with. It’ll make it easier for me to get what I want."
"Chase, what if she loves him? ” Matthew began to question him. “Is there any bit of humanity left in you? Do you have any idea how much this will break her heart?"
Shit.
And there was that spark of guilt, slamming into his lower stomach like a hot pike piercing through. He hadn’t felt it in so long that it almost made him lose his breath.
Chase rubbed the top of his head. "Fuck, Matthew, I'm sorry."
"I'm not the one you should say that to."
He was right.
Didn’t change anything. Chase’s need for revenge against Douglas had been minimal before. Now, he was fixated on the idea of getting back at him by having his woman.
And it must’ve showed on his face.
"You're still going to go through with this, aren't you?"
Chase looked at Matthew. He nodded and silently dared him to say anything. "Yes."
Marcus shook his head. "You're an asshole. ”
"You're right. But I'm done talking about this, what's done is done." Chase turned to get into his car.
"And what if she doesn't agree?"
His stomach tightened at the thought. He wanted her to agree. More than anything . He was going to have to sit down and fucking analyze justwhat was happening . Later. When he was alone.
Not that it would change anything. Knowing why he felt the way he did wouldn’t alter his course.
And damn it was the main reason he had to explore her. Have her.
She was making him feel .
He hadn’t felt anything in so long. Not that he remembered, at least.
"If she doesn't, then I won't force her. I'll still pay off her house, but her husband is fucked. And then you won't have to worry about me taking advantage of her.”
Chase was turning on the ignition when he heardMatthew walk by, heading toward his car and mumbling . "Let's hope she doesn't agree, then."
Chase flipped him off before pulling out of the driveway.
Marcus was an asshole.
Chase was considering firing him.
He should've known the man
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