Eleanor’s POV
A week had gone by since my mother’s funeral, but Chase still behaved dodgy whenever I tried to get him to f**k me.
We would only make out for a few minutes before something in him would snap and convince him to stop. I simply hated it. His shabby excuse was that he didn't want to do anything while I was still mourning and no matter how many times I tried to convince the man that I was okay, he never listened.
But today, I planned to change all of that, whether he liked it or not.
I started going with Chase to work again after a lot of convincing and I decided to use that to my advantage. I was convinced that there were some places where Chase could not easily hide away from me.
That morning, I decided to wear the most provocative yet formal piece of clothing I could fin
