Chapter Ten

Chase

“So, what happened?” Nolan leaned closer, grinning like a fox who’d just cornered a tiny rabbit, all salivating fangs. He raised his eyebrows and swirled his snifter of Balvenie fifty-year scotch in his hand. “Did you fuck her senseless? How many rounds of name-screaming before she waved the white flag? Don’t disappoint me.”

“You’re such a dog,” I scoffed but couldn’t stop the corners of my mouth from turning upward. “I don’t even have a drink in my hand yet, and you’re already asking if I slept with her. Inappropriate much?”

I wagged my finger in the air, pretending to chastise my oldest friend in the world. “I’m going to tell Charlie on you. I’m sure she’d be interested to know about that time we…”

“You’ll do no such thing,” Nolan said, arching an eyebrow into the air. “You’re not the only one with secrets held to be used as ammunition. I won’t have my wife knowing anything about this conversation.” A bartender – cute blonde, but I barely noticed her – slid a glass of scotch toward me, and Nolan clinked his glass against mine. “Bottoms up. And then I want to hear everything.”

“You’re such a girl,” I complained. “You’re worse than those idiot interns at the office.” I tossed my wavy hair off my forehead and pretended to preen like a college girl. “Oh, Mr. Banks! Mr. Bradenton! You’re both just so handsome! I can’t stand it. Please rip my clothes off and ravish me.”

“Shut up,” Nolan hissed. He rolled his eyes, feigning hurt. “You know I’m not interested in ogling or tormenting interns. My life has just settled down. So now, I need all the gossip from yours. It’s called living vicariously.”

“Did you consult Webster’s today, Brainiac? What’s with the vocabulary lesson? Besides, you’re not getting it,” I said, taking a drink of my aged scotch. It burned all the way down my throat and left a delicious, smoky, peaty taste in my mouth that I liked to imagine penetrated my tongue all the way down. Ah, the love of good liquor. It was almost as good as sex. But only almost. “I don’t kiss and tell.”

Nolan burst out laughing. “Fuck me, that’s a new one,” he laughed so hard he squirmed in the worn, leather sofa at the scotch bar we frequented. “What’s gotten into you, Chasey? Was Chastity a bore? Such a dead lay you don’t want to spill the details. That’s a bummer. And surprising.”

“Don’t talk about her that way, douche. She’s a lady even though she may be from humble beginnings,” I said, inwardly grimacing at how prim I sounded.

I took another swallow of scotch and felt the muscles all over my body begin to relax into a smooth liquid stew. Alcohol always had this effect on me. I never understood why some said it numbed the senses. To me, it took down my fences, relaxed me, and made me feel more comfortable in my own skin. Skin that had felt like armor ever since her. Maybe Chastity had a jousting lance hidden in her tiny apartment.

“Then what the fuck happened?” Nolan smacked me lightly on the back of the head as he drained his scotch in one gulp. He’d stumble home reeking of scotch and cigars. I could almost see my feisty new friend Charlie hit him over the head with a dishtowel.

“We’re not in college anymore, bro. Grow the fuck up. You’re married now.”

“I kind of like being married. There. I said it. But we were talking about Chastity, not Charlie.”

I’m a fucking asshole, but I need Nolan off my back. Lord, forgive me for the bullshit I’m about to propagate.

“I know. Look, we fooled around a little bit. She’s really hot, man. She’s all fuckin’ over me as soon as we’re alone. I can tell she wants it.”

Hell, here I come. Fire and brimstone. Satan incarnate. Throwing a vestal virgin down the river in a leaky canoe. My mother would be so proud. But Nolan needed to back off, and this was the only way I could make that happen. We talked to each other like college frat boys.

Back in college, it had been a thinly-veiled competition. Okay, and maybe a little after college too. But now, I felt different. I felt protective of Chastity – I definitely wasn’t going to knock back a shot of tequila and mime her ‘O’ face for Nolan, right at the goddamned bar.

But you haven’t even seen her ‘O’ face yet, I thought as I sipped my scotch.

But I will. Soon.

The thought of Chastity coming for the first time under a man’s hand, my hand, sent a shiver of pleasure up my spine.

“So? What the fuck are you waiting for?” Nolan punched me in the shoulder – harder this time with that trademark Banks grin that had been dropping panties since the dawn of time. “Fuckin’ nut up and throw her down.”

“That’s the plan,” I said, spearing my friend with a knowing glare. To tell or not to tell? Ultimately, I needed some advice or maybe just to vent through my roiling emotions. And Nolan…he could be trusted. “She’s a virgin. She was begging me for it, but I feel like she needs a little more courting at this stage. The long foreplay. I wouldn’t wanna freak her out, y’know?”

Nolan snorted. “She’s ready. Trust me – I saw the way she was looking at you.” He raised his eyebrows and took another long drink of scotch. “But a virgin? In this day and age? I think you might have found the holy grail of college coeds, Bradenton. I bow down.”

“The holy grail?”

“Yeah. Chastity’s a unicorn. If I hadn’t seen her with my own eyes, I would have sworn she’d disappeared into the morning mist complete with glitter and rainbows.”

“She is one of a kind. And she may be ready,” I said, dripping icicles with my tone. The protective vibe enveloped me again, so I shook my head to eradicate it. “But still. I don’t want her first time to be with Diego sitting two feet in front of us. It’s gotta be special. A night to remember.”

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, this is just like college.” Nolan shook his head and drained his glass, sliding it across the bar in a clear indication that he wanted another. “Remember what you did for Amanda? It’s still the stuff of legends.”

“Seriously, dude? Maybe the stuff of legends in your hit it and quit it mind.” I rolled my eyes. “I’m fuckin’ done talking about her. Thinking about that bitch is the last thing I need right now.”

My mind flittered back in time, filled with shadows. Dark and dangerous. The day my heart had shattered into a million pieces, never to be put back together again. Like Humpty fucking Dumpty on the cement ground. Amanda Kimble. My ex-fiancée and the only woman I’d ever really loved. She’d taken me to new heights and dropped me down just as fast. One hell of a thrilling ride, but once you got off the Amanda coaster the only thing waiting for you was nausea. Being with her had been addicting. It had given me a high no marijuana in Amsterdam could compete with…and I’d had my fair share of the devil’s lettuce during my travels to chase the ghost.

“Yeah, I’m not talking about her,” Nolan said defensively. “Just think about the lengths we used to go to for pussy.” He shook his head as the bartender slid him two fingers of scotch. “It was all about the thrill of the chase. It didn’t even matter after we got laid, remember? We just wanted that damn chase. And a notch,” he added, smirking. “That was important too. Bragging rights. I had to grow up when I married Charlie. Now, I can still live vicariously through your sorry ass. Don’t let me down.”

I drank the rest of my scotch – well, not so much drank as poured it right down my throat. I barely tasted the expensive, smoky liquor as it slid richly down my esophagus and into my empty stomach. I’d skipped lunch in favor of a meeting with Nolan, and then we’d left work at three for a drink. I should’ve known better – a drink with Nolan always turned into five. And a hangover.

Out of nowhere, it all felt trite and useless. My life. I should be focused on my career and building the best sales team that Banks Realty had ever seen. Grantham was depending on me. And I could do it. If I stopped thinking selfishly about drinking, clubbing, and getting laid. It was time to man up.

Chastity.

Her name floated across my mind. I’d man up for her first. I didn’t give a shit what Nolan had to say on the subject. I could tell this woman was special. Which meant I needed to start brainstorming.

“Of course I remember Amanda.” I rolled my eyes. Her visage was burned into my brain for all eternity and not in a good way. “I ordered lotus petals because she told me that the lotus was her favorite flower. That was fucking expensive in the middle of January. I won’t even admit how much I paid. We’d been dating for five months and nothing. My balls were so blue that I could have fooled someone into thinking I had gangrene. And I spread those damn petals over the bed, and she came over. Turns out she didn’t even notice – she was just waiting for the invitation.” I shook my head as if that motion could remove the pain from my soul. “I’m over that shit, man. I’m too old to play games like I used to.”

Nolan reached across the bar and handed me a new full glass. We clinked and then drank – the burn of the scotch was already starting to feel less noticeable than before. Ah, the pleasurable numbness of the scotch induced therapy session.

“Yeah, I feel you.” He smiled, and this stupid, dreamy look came over his face like a preteen at a Justin Bieber concert. “The moment I saw Charlie, I didn’t feel like fucking around anymore.” He blew out a breath. “One look at her face and I had to have her. I just felt like a woman of that caliber might be able to help me heal the scars. Y’know, even when she wasn’t talking to me, I still felt like a good man, because I realized that I was at least capable of loving someone. You’ll get there too.”

“She cured you,” I said with a snort. Nolan had seriously out punted his coverage, and his and everyone else’s knowledge of that would keep the old dog faithful forever. “God knows, if only it were that easy.”

“So, who’s to say it’s not?” Nolan raised his eyebrows. “Man, she obviously digs you. Her eyes were hanging all over you at that party. Let it ride. Let it flow. She could be your one. Like Charlie is for me.”

Charlie’s a top-notch attorney. Chastity is a phone-sex worker.

I pressed my lips into a thin, white line. I didn’t like the turn my thoughts had taken. I didn’t want to revert back to assuaging my massive ego. I really did need to grow the fuck up and take control of my life and my future.

I shrugged. “Do you remember what it felt like to be a virgin though?”

Nolan burst out laughing. “Barely. I wasn’t even in high school yet.”

I punched him in the arm. Hard. I’d at least waited until junior year. “Shut up, Mick Jagger. If it wasn’t for Charlie, you probably would have hit that infamous four thousand number just like ole leather face himself. But seriously, don’t you remember the feeling? Delicious anticipation laced with a spritz of fear. With me, it was like I knew I wanted to fuck as many girls as I possibly could before I settled down. Like I needed to. Then Amanda came along and ruined everything, including my future ability to be a good husband.”

“Duh. Fuck Amanda. It’s over. She’s over. I know it doesn’t feel like it now, but you dodged a bullet there. When you’re old and married, you won’t even give that cheating bitch a second thought.” Nolan gave me a dopey look and took a long drink. “But man, that itch to get around didn’t get scratched for years. But even though I’m not necessarily proud of my antics, I am happy. If I hadn’t played the field, I would never have recognized my twin flame. I would have always had doubts. Now I know for sure.”

I set my snifter down on the bar, staring at Nolan, believing his sincerity. Hoping against hope his happiness might be in the cards for me. Could I forgive both Amanda and myself? Not for her sake but for my own? Could I trust another woman? That remained to be seen. Riding Nolan’s coattails might end in disaster because my friend had never been truly in love before Charlie. She was his first in that area. And only.

“And don’t you think she feels the same way?” I questioned as a sliver of uncertainty settled in my gut along with the glasses of scotch. “Chastity, I mean. Don’t you think she’s probably gonna wanna sleep with a few guys, just to see what it’s like? Compare? Most chicks are like that, man. Times have changed.”

Nolan frowned. “Maybe, maybe not. Who knows? You won’t know the truth until you ask her how she feels about it.”

“So then I’m in big fucking trouble,” I replied with a sigh. “I’m already thinking…” I trailed off, suddenly not wanting my best friend to know the kinds of things I’d been considering for her. Helicopter rides. Lavish, naked vacations to my private bungalow on Bora Bora. Diamonds. “Never mind,” I mumbled and swallowed a big mouthful of scotch.

Nolan jabbed me in the ribs. “Tell me, you douche.” He stared at me. “That’s not fuckin’ fair, Bradenton, and you know it. Spill. I want to know what you’re thinking. So I can tell you you’re a moron.”

“I don’t just want to fuck her,” I admitted. Then clamped my eyes shut so I wouldn’t have to witness his triumphant look. “I like her. She’s cool and smart and sexy, and not like any of those other bitches who just want me to bankroll their accounts at Bergdorf’s.”

“So?” Nolan raised his eyebrows. “That just means you gotta show her the real Chase Bradenton.” He raised his glass and tipped it toward me. “And that’s never been an issue for you in the past.”

“I guess I do,” I said, draining my second glass. “Game fuckin’ on.”