Chapter 11
1230 Words
Chase's POV
People still can't learn a f*****g lesson, can they? f*****g hell. I walked into my warehouse, people started coming to me in different directions, and I talked to them. I was in a good mood because of my girl. She makes everything bright; she's sunshine and rainbows. I sound like a p***y.
"James, meet me in my office at 5." So, I said and walked up to my office and placed my hand on my ID pad, and walked in.
My phone started ringing and I saw Taylor's name on it.
"Hey," Taylor says as I pick up.
"Yoo, you need anything?" I asked.
"Do you know where Pedia is?" He asked.
"When I left, she was asleep. I didn't work her up; she needed her sleep."
I say and type in my password into my MacBook Pro.
"Well, I'm not going to school, just a heads up," he said, and I could hear movement in my back.
"Why not?" I asked.
"Her friend Skylar is a fishy one, I tell you. She gives me bad vibes, like she's always texting this guy named Harold or some s**t like that. He sounds like some pedo. I saw her calling him daddy; wtf is life." He said and I could hear him closing his car door.
"She's the one who had that pink Toyota. Maybe you are just jealous that she's not calling you daddy; she sounds like a freak, you know what I'm saying." I chuckled.
"Yeah, that was her car, and no, I'm not; I'm in love with Hayley; she's the only one I let call me daddy. I do not need that bullshit; she tried to hook up with me yesterday. It was the second period. I feel like she's one of the girls who is a hoe. She will let you f**k on the first date." He said. I laughed; maybe being good-looking sometimes is terrible for us, Greys.
"If she is a hoe, she will suck your d**k in the first 10 minutes. She has a double hoe if she lets you give her head; she has a bigger hoe if she has s*x with you on the same night." I said, and he laughed a real laugh.
"She'll let you hit it on the first date, but she has an apartment and her parents paid for it." Taylor said something doesn't f*****g add up here.
"Or her daddy paid for it," I said.
"Prolly did, anyway I'm going to the city since I'm bored, but can I please wake Pedia up, I want her to come with me." He whined.
"No." I said, and he gave up.
"Be safe; I'll send some man with you." I texted on my phone.
"Chase don't hurt her please." He hangs up.
"Boss, I need your signature for the shipment coming from the USA tonight. This is our biggest shipment; we need a lot of back up. But, I have a feeling Bloodz will be there." James said as he walked into my office.
I signed the papers and gave them to him.
"We also have the guys who didn't pay you back who are in the basement." He smirked.
I nodded my head as he walked out. I walked to the basement with him and they were there.
"Hello, boys," I said, and their eyes widened.
I smirked as I grabbed my skinning tools and started waving them around.
"Which one of you dickheads wants to go first?" I asked. No one replied to me.
My smirk widened.
"Dickie you're first." I walked towards him, and he started shaking; I laughed.
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James was on the phone with me, telling me another shipment was delayed for a day and it was happening tomorrow, but the cargo in China was still be happening.
Fuck, I was beyond pissed at that it was delayed coming to the borders. I opened the door to my house and saw the TV but no princess. I walked to my room. The bed was nicely made. I started looking for a letter from her telling me she had left me.
Fuck, this isn't happening; she is mine and ONLY MINE. I trashed my room and started seeing red. f**k my life. I felt my hands wrap around my waist and I tensed and started to relax.
"I'm right here zaddy." She said and hugged me tighter.
"f**k, I thought you left." I turned around, and I hugged her tightly.
"Why?" She asked and we walked to the bed with me not letting her go.
I looked into her eyes. Everything disappeared.
"f**k, good things come and go in my life," I said.
"f*****g shocked, I looked and saw Taylor hadn't left." I looked into her beautiful brown eyes.
"Why?" She asked, making small circles at the back of my hand.
"I'm f****d up." I broke eye contact.
She stood up and hugged me. I wrapped my arms around her waist, I felt something in my stomach that I left when I was little. This is f*****g cliché. I relaxed. It felt so nice to hold her in my arms, she was perfect for my arms. I kissed her forehead.
Fuck, my body is playing with fire.
"I didn't see you."
"You are blind." She replied and sighed, and I closed my eyes, enjoying the comfort of having her in my arms.
"Shut the f**k up." I replied.
"I'm legit."
"Ight baby girl."
"You go take a shower; I will try to clean this mess." She looked around the room.
"You don't have to do that."
"The maids can clean it up." I grabbed my phone.
"Really?" She asked, putting her hands on those beautiful hips.
"They do anything for you."
"Well, I grew up being dependent on my mother. When she died, I realised that you can't always rely on someone or something to be always there." She said.
I let go of her, and she walked to the broken table. I walked to the bathroom and groaned. Chase Jr was alive. After attending to Jr's needs, I took a shower and changed into my black sweatpants.
"Take a picture. It lasts longer." I said, because I liked having her eyes on me.
"Cocky bitch." She muttered and took her phone.
"Are you going to pose or what?" She asked with an innocent smile on her face.
"I'll do it for you naked," I said and placed my hands on my waistbands.
Fuck, if you have it, show it.
That's why other girls always come back.
"10 inches. That's all you need to know, babe." I smirked and winked at her. She was speechless; she started blushing, which caused me to laugh.
"I'm not a turkey," she said.
"f**k you and your turkey shit."
I don't get it; they are birds. Right?
"One day you might get it without me telling you."
"Now?" I asked and leaned in.
"Yes."
"Tell me what it means."
I want to kiss her, f**k that; I need to kiss her.
I moved my face forward.
"No."
"Two can play." Our lips brushed each other. I smirked.
I want to kiss those full lips.
What's stopping, Ripper?
Bitch I don't know. This isn't normal.
I might go and kill someone, so I c, and go back to normal.
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