“Figures. The marble floors gave it away.” Noah replied reluctantly, like it was not his first time in such an up-state, expensive house.
Chase ignored that as his eyes dragged over Noah again, this time not assessing but judging. “You walk in, run your mouth, and suddenly he’s interested,” he said. “You have any idea what that means?”
Noah tilted his head slightly, a slow smirk playing on his lips. “Sounds like a you problem.”
Chase smiled, but there was nothing friendly about it. “Yeah, it is.” he said and paused before adding, “And soon, it just might be a deadly “you” problem, but for now, you’re mine.”
The words landed differently. It wasn’t quite like ownership but something close enough to feel like it and Noah’s eyes narrowed slightly. He did not like that one bit.
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