Blayne

 

 

 

A frivolous gift is a gift, nonetheless.

 

 

 

 

I woke up early enough the next day. Even though the clock was showing a little past eight in the morning, there was no sign of Chase anywhere in the room. There were just those sheets, crumpled into his shape. I got up and headed to the bathroom to freshen myself up. When I came back, there was still no sign of Chase but I could smell something delicious cooking in the next room. I put on my clothes and headed in the direction of the sounds to find Chase in the kitchen, setting up two places on the breakfast bar.

“Good morning,” he said cheerily and came to kiss me. “Did you sleep well?”

“I did,” I replied, going toward the place set for me. “I’m guessing you didn’t?”

“I’m just used to waking up early,” he said, taking out the orange juice from the refrigerator and placing it in front of us.

“Me too,” I admitted “I love being awake in the morning, especially when I don’t have work to go to.”

He looked at me as though he was surprised. “I know what you mean,” he said. “Doesn’t it make you feel like you’re really on a vacation? If I sleep in too late I just get depressed. Makes me feel like the whole day’s gone by too fast.”

I looked at the food. “I didn’t know you could cook,” I said, lifting the fork.

“I can’t,” he said, grinning, and coming to sit with me. “But I can make it look like I did.”

I can’t help laughing at his smugness. “You think you’re so smart, don’t you?” I said, coyly.

“That’s what I’ve been told.”

We started eating the breakfast and Chase never stopped talking. He told me about the things bothering him at work, mostly related to Biometal X. He also told me how he had to make an odd offer to someone, just to make a lawsuit go away. I could tell he felt guilty about it. But I also knew it had to be done.

I loved talking to him.

I loved just hearing his lips form words, and I loved how he became a completely new person with every line that he spoke. I didn’t think I had ever been so mesmerized with anyone for this long.

And he was doing nothing, just moving his lips, and using his vocal chords, but it always felt to me like he was revealing a part of himself in those conversations. I could barely believe this was happening.

The past week was a dream, something that happened to another conscious version of me.

He was not the Chase Cooper who sat in his office all day yelling commands at people, and shouting over the phone. He was not the guy who barely looked at me twice in five whole days. I truly believed that was the moment I realized the point of that whole exercise. This. What we were having right now, as though we could not get enough of each other. As though we were on some new adventure, instead of a planned weekend together. This didn’t seem planned.

I didn’t know what to expect from him and that was why when he just sat there finishing his breakfast bit by bit, drinking his coffee and smiling that beautiful smile, I couldn’t help but feel like I wanted this to go on for as long as possible. I wanted this to be real, and not just something inside my head.

I suddenly felt like I knew him, his secrets, even the ones he hadn’t told me yet. Chase always surprised me and this was by far his biggest surprise, this personality that he was showing me. The way he was talking about regular, everyday things.

He was baring his life, soul, his true self to me.

And the sex we had last night was wonderful, passionate, and sultry and more than just physical need. Only Chase could make me feel all of this, all at once. He made me feel special, even when he wasn’t talking to me, or hearing me talk. That text message, every night, that’s what it was, it was confirmation. It was a sign of his devotion, his love. It was a way to communicate that even though we were apart, we were more together than ever before and that the space mattered as little as any other factor when it came to the two of us.

When we were done eating, I felt the need to look at the view from that high up. I went to the terrace, and I felt speechless again. Chase came and put his arm around me and the weight of him felt comfortable and nice.

“I love seeing you happy,” he said, kissing my cheek. “I’m glad you’re happy with me, Blayne.”

He led me by my hand and took me to the bedroom. He made me sit on the side of the bed and then he knelt in front of me, with my hands in his own and he kissed them one by one. “What did it feel like when you didn’t get to talk to me all week?”

“I felt…bad, I guess.”

“You were disappointed the whole day,” he said. “You wanted to see me but you couldn’t because I told you not to. Then I sent you that text, every night, and you knew I was aware of everything that was going on. Did you go to bed every night thinking of me?”

I didn’t reply but I was certain he could see it on my face. “You did, didn’t you?” he said. “You know why? Because you were connected to me. There was a huge distance between us, and we weren’t even talking but you were connected. You came here, you accepted the plan and you drove here with Stanton even though we never talked or discussed it again, we never confirmed it, because you trusted me. Because you knew I wanted you just as much as you wanted me. There was never any doubt about that.”

He was still looking at me and used one hand away to take a strand of red hair out of my face. “Being in love isn’t about some physical act,” he said. “It’s about this connection. It’s about feeling it even when we’re not together. It’s about making your whole life about this one person and not letting anything get in the way. Yes, the physical pleasure is amazing but it’s more than that. I would never do something you’re not comfortable with. You’re mine and you should know that I’m yours.”

I couldn’t quite explain the feelings I had inside when he said all of this. I wanted to tell him he was right about everything. I wanted to tell him more. That I wanted to be his. There was power, some magic in his words that I couldn’t run away from. All the fear, all the confusion was gone and it had been replaced by sheer lust and a different kind of devotion. An understanding.

I think he knew it too because when he kissed me this time there was a new kind of eagerness in him. I couldn’t help but kiss him back and he slowly climbed over me so I had to lie back on the bed, and receive his body on top of me. He broke off for a minute to take off his shirt. The sight of him was just amazing. He was all toned muscles and skin that was warm and welcoming.

I could take in that virile cologne, and it was urging me to take this further. I was still wearing the dress I wore yesterday and his hand reached past it. He helped get rid of my thong. His hands were touching me then, driving me wild and I couldn’t keep those moans in any longer. He mouth was on my mouth and his tongue was darting in and out, and bringing me closer and closer to the edge…but instead of taking this further he stopped. His hand came away and his mouth broke off and he was just hovering above me, watching me.

“You want to please me, Kitten?” he asked and he didn’t have to tell me what the answer should be.

“Yes,” I managed. “I want to please you.”

“I need to hear you say it again.”

The need for his touch is so bad I couldn’t think of anything else.

“I want to please you,” I said hoarsely and the desire inside me was getting painful.

“Prove it,” he said.

He took my hand and brought it toward my flaming body. He pressed my hand on my own heat and I felt the pleasure emanating from within me. “I want you to touch yourself,” he said, and saying that, he let go of my hand and used it to spread my legs apart. “Do it for me.”

I hesitated for only a second until I felt Chase’s mouth on mine.

“Do it,” he said, breaking off from the kiss. “You want to please me, don’t you?”

I know that I have never been that wet. I started to rub myself and the pleasure started building up, higher, and that was when I felt Chase’s hand going up and reaching for the breast through the fabric, and it just drove me toward an orgasm until my legs were shaking.

Soon, he was on top of me, unclothing himself and his cock was ready and waiting.

Afterwards, we just lay in bed, next to each other.

“Why did we come here?” I asked. “We could have gone to the loft.”

“Kira was there,” Chase said. “I didn’t want her to go stay somewhere else.”

I noticed a hint of seriousness in his voice. “Chase?”

“Yeah?”

“Is everything okay?”

“Is it that obvious?”

“Kind of.”

“Everything’s fine,” he said. “At least I hope it is. I’m just worried about Kira.”

“Kira? Why?”

“I don’t think she’s doing too well.”

I turned to face him in bed. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve never told this to anyone,” he said, looking at me. “But Kira, and I our parents used to be friends and then Kira started going out with my cousin. My mother never liked it. Five years ago, Davy died of an overdose. My mother still blames Kira but Kira was devastated. She had nothing to do with his death, but Kira had some substance abuse issues in the past.”

“That’s horrible,” I didn’t know what to say.

“Davy was like a brother to me. I tried to help him.”

Chase sat up, propped himself against a pillow. “A while back,” he said. “I caught Kira doing drugs.”

“Oh.”

“Well, I confronted her and she told me she was going to quit.”

“And?”

“It seems like she has,” Chase said. “But I think maybe she’s having a rougher time than she’s letting on. But you know there’s no way to know for sure, because she won’t tell me these things. I just feel like I’m not doing everything I can for her.”

“Chase,” I said. “You’re actually doing some solid parenting for someone who isn’t your child.”

“Someone had to.” I liked that he was a good person in his heart, and cared about people and not just me. It made me feel closer to him. Like I could finally tell him the things that I wanted to get off my chest ever since I saw him. “There was a reason I left Nick that night.”

“I know, he cheated on you.”

“That was part of it,” I started to tell him. “That night I went to his room and he was planning something with that woman. Something sinister. He caught me before I could try to make out what he was planning, and I had to run because he frightened me.”

He was suddenly quiet.

“You told me your father is still under his spell?”

“He has to be. Jason said it was my father who convinced him.”

“I’m sorry, Blayne.”

“I never told this to Chloe. I guess I wanted to run.”

“And now?”

I went to sit next to him and put my arms around him. “Now, I’m tired of running.”

After a pause, he spoke again. “There’s one more thing,” Chase said. “That I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

My heart started beating faster in anticipation. “What Chase? What is it?”

“I think I’m in love with you.”

My phone on the nightstand rang suddenly; there was a text from Nick.

I checked it purely out of habit.

<Nick> I KNOW YOU AND CHASECOOPER ARE A THING NOW. BUT YOU DON’T KNOW HIM, BLAYNE. YOU CAN’T TRUST HIM. PLEASE. YOU HAVE TO BELIEVE ME. I WILL REVEAL HIM TO YOU SOON.