wouldn't leave things well off alone.
"What the fuck?" Chase’s brother, and CFO, Brent yelled. He stood before Chase’s desk with his massive arms crossed, blue eyes blazing, and dark hair all over the place from running his fingers through it.
Marcus just had to tell his brother what was going on. God damn it. "Brent—"
"No. Shut the hell up. Do you have any idea what this will do to the company if this gets out?"
"It won't get out." Chase stood up and leaned on his desk, staring his brother in the eye. "That asshole has too much to lose to dare utter a word."
"I knew you were fucked-up before, but this is a new level. Even for you. And what about her? Don’t you think she’ll say something?" Brent asked.
"If she wants to save her husband, she won't say anything, either," Chase answered in a low voice.
Brent turned red, opened his mouth to no doubt remind Chase of what an asshole he was, when a commotion outside the office caught their attention.
"Miss, you can't just walk in there without an appointment. At least let me announce you!" Cynthia, Chase’s secretary cried out.
"I don't need an announcement. Now move out of my way."
That voice hit Chase like an electric shock, the anger in it setting him on fire from the inside out. The door to his office flew open and there was his little sexpot in all her glorious fury.
Instant arousal, that's what it was. He was aware, alive , every cell on alert.
Fucking addicting.
For a man like him, who hadn’t felt in such a long time, the reaction she caused in him was like a lifeline. One he planned to grab onto, no matter the cost.
To her. To himself. To anyone around them. It didn’t matter. Nothing did. He didn’t care about the consequences. He couldn’t care. All that mattered was experiencing more of what she was making him feel.
"You," Aria growled, as her fists clenched at her sides.
Cynthia came in behind Aria, looking scared. "Sir, I tried to tell her, tried to..."
"I told you, he’s expecting me," Aria snapped at her over her shoulder, before turning to sneer at Chase.
Chase dared her with his eyes to unleash the full force of her anger on him. He wanted it; he wanted to see the passion in her.
I’m a sick motherfucker.
He’d been one for a long time. Apparently, now he was diving off the deep-end.
Brent stared at Aria with a cautious stare.
"You," Aria said again, her tone dangerous.
Chase’s eyes flickered toward his secretary. "Cynthia, leave us. It's okay. ”
Cynthia turned without another word and ran out of the office, closing the door behind her.
"Aria, this is my brother Brent. Brent, this is Aria Colton..."
"Save the formalities, asshole. I came here to speak with you."
Brent had the nerve to chuckle and throw Chase an “I told you so” look.
Aria walked further into the office. "How dare you?"
"You know what? I think I'll just leave." Brent began making his way toward the door.
Traitor.
"Yes, leave. I don't think you want to be around to watch your brother die," Aria hissed, still walking toward Chase.
Brent raised an eyebrow at him behind her back before exiting the office as well. His thoughts had been very clear. Fix this.
Brent didn’t understand what was happening to Chase. Chase barely understood it.
And he had no plans of stopping.
“Hello, Mrs. Colton," he said, not moving from his spot behind the desk.
"How dare you?" Aria cried, her face turning red.
"Aria—"
"No! You listen to me. You might be rich, you might be powerful, and you might be used to getting everything you ever wanted, but I'll tell you right here : I am not one of those things!"
He held onto the edge of his desk, fighting the urge to get closer. Touch her. "Aria, please, lower your voice and perhaps we can come to an understanding."
She faltered for a second, then squared her shoulders. "What the fuck is there to come to an understanding about? You blackmailed Douglas to get to me!"
Chase exhaled, his heart thumping hard enough to
"What the fuck?" Chase’s brother, and CFO, Brent yelled. He stood before Chase’s desk with his massive arms crossed, blue eyes blazing, and dark hair all over the place from running his fingers through it.
Marcus just had to tell his brother what was going on. God damn it. "Brent—"
"No. Shut the hell up. Do you have any idea what this will do to the company if this gets out?"
"It won't get out." Chase stood up and leaned on his desk, staring his brother in the eye. "That asshole has too much to lose to dare utter a word."
"I knew you were fucked-up before, but this is a new level. Even for you. And what about her? Don’t you think she’ll say something?" Brent asked.
"If she wants to save her husband, she won't say anything, either," Chase answered in a low voice.
Brent turned red, opened his mouth to no doubt remind Chase of what an asshole he was, when a commotion outside the office caught their attention.
"Miss, you can't just walk in there without an appointment. At least let me announce you!" Cynthia, Chase’s secretary cried out.
"I don't need an announcement. Now move out of my way."
That voice hit Chase like an electric shock, the anger in it setting him on fire from the inside out. The door to his office flew open and there was his little sexpot in all her glorious fury.
Instant arousal, that's what it was. He was aware, alive , every cell on alert.
Fucking addicting.
For a man like him, who hadn’t felt in such a long time, the reaction she caused in him was like a lifeline. One he planned to grab onto, no matter the cost.
To her. To himself. To anyone around them. It didn’t matter. Nothing did. He didn’t care about the consequences. He couldn’t care. All that mattered was experiencing more of what she was making him feel.
"You," Aria growled, as her fists clenched at her sides.
Cynthia came in behind Aria, looking scared. "Sir, I tried to tell her, tried to..."
"I told you, he’s expecting me," Aria snapped at her over her shoulder, before turning to sneer at Chase.
Chase dared her with his eyes to unleash the full force of her anger on him. He wanted it; he wanted to see the passion in her.
I’m a sick motherfucker.
He’d been one for a long time. Apparently, now he was diving off the deep-end.
Brent stared at Aria with a cautious stare.
"You," Aria said again, her tone dangerous.
Chase’s eyes flickered toward his secretary. "Cynthia, leave us. It's okay. ”
Cynthia turned without another word and ran out of the office, closing the door behind her.
"Aria, this is my brother Brent. Brent, this is Aria Colton..."
"Save the formalities, asshole. I came here to speak with you."
Brent had the nerve to chuckle and throw Chase an “I told you so” look.
Aria walked further into the office. "How dare you?"
"You know what? I think I'll just leave." Brent began making his way toward the door.
Traitor.
"Yes, leave. I don't think you want to be around to watch your brother die," Aria hissed, still walking toward Chase.
Brent raised an eyebrow at him behind her back before exiting the office as well. His thoughts had been very clear. Fix this.
Brent didn’t understand what was happening to Chase. Chase barely understood it.
And he had no plans of stopping.
“Hello, Mrs. Colton," he said, not moving from his spot behind the desk.
"How dare you?" Aria cried, her face turning red.
"Aria—"
"No! You listen to me. You might be rich, you might be powerful, and you might be used to getting everything you ever wanted, but I'll tell you right here : I am not one of those things!"
He held onto the edge of his desk, fighting the urge to get closer. Touch her. "Aria, please, lower your voice and perhaps we can come to an understanding."
She faltered for a second, then squared her shoulders. "What the fuck is there to come to an understanding about? You blackmailed Douglas to get to me!"
Chase exhaled, his heart thumping hard enough to
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