Chase Me

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I couldn't help but playfully respond, "Really, Zane? You had to buy all the roses from every flower shop in Cali? You're going to put them out of business!"

He chuckled on the other end of the line, his voice filled with warmth. "One for each day since the night we stopped talking. I wanted to show you how much you mean to me, how much I've missed you."

My heart swelled with affection as his words washed over me. "You've missed me?"

"Of course. Just because we didn't talk anymore, it didn't mean I stopped caring about you. We became strangers, but you were always crossing my mind...And you probably always will."

His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn't help but feel even more loved in his heartfelt confession. The notion that he had thought of me even during our time apart ignited a flicker of warmth deep within my being.

"Are you finally going to tell me the reason why you chose Savannah over me?"

There was a silence on the other side of the line. "No, not over the phone."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Why?"

Zane sighed, the weight of his words audible even through the phone. "Because it's something I need to explain in person, sugarplum. It's a complicated story, and I want to make sure I can give you the proper context and clarity."

I bit my lip, grappling with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. The unanswered question had lingered between us for far too long, and now that the opportunity to finally unveil the truth seemed within reach, I yearned for closure.

"I am looking forward to the story once I am back in New York. I want to understand, Zane. I need to understand."

A soft sigh of agreement came from his end, soothing my restless thoughts. "Yes, once you are in New York. We can sit down and have a conversation. Just the two of us, no distractions."

Relief flooded through me, knowing that we were taking a step closer towards unraveling the mystery that had haunted our connection for so long. There was a sense of both trepidation and hope in the air, but I was determined to face the truth head-on.

"Alright then," I replied, my voice filled with a newfound resolve. "Anyway, I just came back from shopping with Angelica for the ball."

"Can I see the dress?" Zane asked, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

"Of course not, Shaw."

"Stupid."

"You are stupid."

"You are."

"Shut up."

"Make me."

A mischievous smile played on my lips as I retorted, "Oh, you want me to make you? Well, you better be ready, because I have a whole arsenal of tickle attacks waiting for you!"

Zane let out a playful laugh, his voice filled with anticipation. "Tickle attacks? Is that the best you've got? I've got ninja tickle-defense skills!"

"You wished! Remember that one time I tickled you and you peed on my white carpet?"

Zane groaned, "did you really have to remind me of that accident?"

"Pee-pee boy."

"Shut up, mustache girl."

I gasped dramatically, placing a hand over my heart. "Oh, the sting! The sheer brutality of that comeback! How will I ever recover from such a devastating blow? Atleast I could grow a mustache."

Zane chuckled, his voice laced with amusement. "You know, one day you might regret underestimating the power of my nonexistent mustache. It's a force to be reckoned with!"

I couldn't help but join in his laughter, our playful banter creating an air of lightheartedness and joy. It was in these moments that I cherished our connection, the ease with which we could tease and jest with one another.

"Ah, Zane, you always know how to bring a smile to my face," I admitted, the warmth in my voice unmistakable.

"And you, my sugarplum, have a way of brightening up my world," he replied softly. "I'm grateful for your presence in my life. Don't you ever forget that."

-

I woke up to the pleasant surprise of my maid bringing breakfast in bed. She had prepared a delightful spread of yogurt, bread, and waffles, all neatly arranged on a tray. I thanked her profusely for her thoughtfulness and began savoring the delicious meal, enjoying the calm and comfort of my bedroom.

After breakfast, I proceeded with my usual routine, taking a refreshing shower and getting dressed in my professional attire. I felt prepared for the day ahead as I headed to work, ready to tackle the tasks that awaited me.

However, as soon as I stepped into my office, a sudden and intense stomach ache gripped me. Panic set in as I realized this was no ordinary discomfort. I hurriedly made my way to the nearest restroom, desperately seeking relief.

Inside the confines of the bathroom stall, I was met with the unfortunate reality of diarrhea. Waves of pain and discomfort coursed through my body, leaving me feeling weak and helpless. In that moment, the morning's pleasant start seemed like a distant memory.

I made a mental note to never let the maid make me breakfast, because what did she put in my food? Laxatives?

Amidst the physical distress, my phone rang, displaying Zane's name on the screen. Irritation and frustration welled up within me as I answered the call.

"Goodmorning, sugarplum," he cheerfully greeted.

"Today is not a good morning!"

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