I shook my head. "Miles is telling the truth. Chase, I don't want to work for you anymore. I want to work for him."
Technically, my title was Chase's assistant. In reality, I never did any actual work. My only job was being Chase's s*x toy.
Chase's face went dark. A complete departure from the warm, polished gentleman the public saw.
"Serena, stop it. Come here before I lose it."
"I'm not messing with you. I mean it." My eyes reddened as I looked at him, my expression pained but holding back. "Chase, I can't keep working by your side. It hurts. Do you even understand that? I just want something simple. I want to be a little happy."
"Don't waste your breath on him. Let's go."
Miles put his hand on my shoulder. I nodded and walked away with him, ignoring the way Chase's face kept getti
