The Chasing Diaries (A Chasing Series Companion Novella) Read Free

Blake goes for perfection and I am not in that category. After a week of convincing Kyle that Blake was simply a friend, he finally accepted it, reluctantly.
    Blake and Toby were always in the apartment. There were times when I came out in the morning and all three would be having breakfast. Having people to trust and just be comfortable with, it felt like my little family, and I loved it. I also noted how Blake made me a perfect cup of coffee. He’s such a gentleman.
    So, when that day rolled in for us to go sight-seeing, I was excited to hang out with him.
    I made a quick dash to the mirror and checked my appearance. Yes, I looked like I could do some walking in the cold chilly air. When I came out of the building, I halted when I found Blake leaning against his black Vanquish. To be quite honest, each time I see him, I always get like this.  Like he’s all I see… I guess because he’s just so fucking HOT. The list goes on from there…
    “Ready, milady?” Blake grinned at me while his eyes twinkled.
    Sigh, could he be any sexier? I am crushing on Blake so badly, but that’s my secret and not one I would share. Imagine if Blake ever found out? I could see him teasing me, amused and all.
    No, thanks.
    I gave him a shy smile since my thoughts were really not appropriate and especially since I’ve been in love with another man. “Yep, how long have you been waiting?” Blake’s smile vanished.
    His voice was serious and husky when he spoke. “A bit, but I don’t mind waiting. Some things are worth waiting for.” I looked at him weird. His response did not make sense whatsoever. Instead of clarifying that, he just ushered me inside his car.
    “Where are we heading?” I asked him as he maneuvered the car and joined London traffic.
    Blake cocked his head sideways and winked at me. “You’ll see.”
    Shit, fuck, shit. Stop making me blush damn it!
    Not wanting to dwell on my stupid thoughts, I turned on the radio. After thirty minutes or so, we were somewhere around the airport.
    Okay…
    I tensed. “What are we doing in Gatwick?” He just smiled at me again.
    “Blake?” I questioned, but he ignored me and swiftly parked the car in the garage. Once done, he opened the door. Before he rounded mine to open it, I did it myself.
    “It’s a surprise.”
    “I hate surprises!” I exclaimed. Where the hell is he taking me?
    “Come on, Miss Pouty. Your jet awaits.” Blake ushered me towards the gates.
    Jet , what jet?
    Blake handed two passports to the security people while I stared at him, shocked. Once they let us through, I glared at him. “You stole my passport!”
    He chuckled. “No, I borrowed it. There’s a big difference, my sweet.” We went through another set of doors and into a private concierge area. From there, someone waited to greet us named Bart.
    Okay, even if I was a little weirded out about everything, I must admit that I was impressed with the kind of power Blake held. The fucking man commanded power and everyone just seemed to bow to him. Must be nice to lead that kind of life…
    Bart ushered us to a private jet and bid us a good afternoon. Inside, two pretty stewardesses greeted us and then the two pilots spoke to Blake for a bit. I didn’t speak until we were both seated across from each other.
    “Where are you taking me, Blake? You promised to take me sight-seeing!”
    Those dynamic eyes were amused as they twinkled. “I am taking you sight-seeing in Paris . When you agreed to let me take you, you never once asked where .”
    “God, don’t you do anything in small measures?” I was back to glaring at him again. Although, I was excited to see Paris for the first time, I wasn’t going to let him get off the hook that easily.
    When the pilot announced to get ready for take-off, we didn’t resume talking until the stewardess, Ellie, finished serving us food and refreshments.
    “Tell me, Sienna, do I look like the kind of man that does things in small measures?”