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Chapter Forty Three
"Chase," I shook my head, "I just --"
"I'm so sorry, Sam, I couldn't keep that in. I know what you're going through right now, all I'm asking is that maybe we spend some more time together once this has blown over." he cut me off and left me hanging.
I nodded, he sighed lightly. "I'm sorry," I whispered.
"May I kiss you?" He asked. I looked at my hands, bending my fingers and pushing them together. I didn't want anything else in the world besides Chase.
"Yes," I lifted my head to look at his expression but his mouth was already on mine. His hands went to my face, holding me against his lips. I kissed him back, our lips following each other. He pulled away reluctantly, leaning his forehead on mine.
"You make me numb," he whispered, "It's a relief to not fe-." he kissed me before he could even finish his last word. "Let's get you home," he whispered softly against my lips and pulled away.
I sat back in the seat and breathed out heavily. Chase buckled back up and floored in down the road. He swung the car into my driveway, in front of the Chevy. The front door flung open, "Oh shit," I mumbled. "Thank you, Chase, for dinner, and everything. I will be in touch," I said fast and unbuckled and got out.
I walked fast up the walkway and Chase sat in the driveway still. "Where were you?! Who is that?!" Kyle yelled.
"I told you," I lied, "I had a company party in New York tonight, that's just a friend from work," I waved aimlessly at the black Mazda. Chase pulled out of the driveway and headed back towards New York.
"You did NOT tell me," He said and I looked up at him.
"Yes I did!" I said. He glared at me and slapped my face. It was hard, but I couldn't believe what he had just done. By the look on his face, he couldn't believe what he had done either.
"Oh my God," he whispered and tried to hug me, "Sam, I'm sorry!" He pulled me against him but I struggled out of his grasp.
"Fuck you, Kyle!" I hissed at him and he stood in the mud room, shocked.
"Fuck you, Sam, lying bitch." he growled. I turned to him.
"Lying? Bitch? What about you and Kathy? Huh?" I hissed at him, my cheek burned from his hands contact.
He walked away from me and went to our bedroom. I sat in the living room and cried softly to myself. My phone buzzed and I grabbed it. It was from Chase.
Everything okay?
I started at this. Thinking about what to say. I decided to tell him what had happened. I left out the slap. But as quick as I hit send, I got another text:
Did he hit you?
I sighed and typed in a simple "yes". Kyle stormed out of the bedroom.
"You are a liar," he mumbled as he walked by me. I went to the bedroom to slip out of the dress and put on some tight jeans and a tank top. I looked at my phone after changing. There was no answer and two minutes later there was rapid knocking on the door. I jumped up to get it but Kyle appeared and pushed me away from the door, I tripped on myself and landed on the floor.
Kyle opened it, and peered at Chase. "Can I help you?" Kyle asked like he was retarded.
Chase pushed Kyle out of the way, Kyle yelling at him. He grabbed my hand and helped me up. His eyes looked furious, "let's go," he said to me.
Kyle stood in front of the door. "Who the fuck do you think you are?"
Chase stared at Kyle, then looked at me, "Seriously?" he whispered, disappointed that I had picked Kyle as my husband. "Get the fuck out of my way," Chase said and pushed him again. Kyle fell over, Chase's other hand in mine, dragging me out the door. Kyle was shouting at me and all of the sudden my arm was yanked backwards as Kyle caught it.
"Let go of me!" I yelled at Kyle. "You're a fucking asshole and I'm done with you!"
He didn't say anything, but I ripped my hand from Chase as well. "Baby," I heard Kyle whisper, "I'm so sorry."
"Don't even start," I said to him. "I'm going now." I stated.
"Please don't leave me, Sam, I'm unstable without you." he cried out as if in pain.
"You're unstable with me too!"
I shook my head and followed Chase who was already in the car. I slid into the Mazda and buckled up as Chase was backing out of the driveway. I looked at his hands, clutching the steering wheel. "I should have really punched him." He whispered. "Thank you for telling me," he added.
"Where are you bringing me?" I asked.
"Looks like you're coming to my apartment after all."
"The tables have turned," I whispered.
"What?" he asked as he accelerated.
"My mom took you in, after your parents abusing you. Now you're taking me in, after my husband's abusing me." I whispered.
"Mm. I'm also a lawyer, thanks to your mother," he mumbled. "She's the reason I am what I am, and I will be thankful forever."
I fell asleep in the passenger seat. When my door opened, I refused to open my eyes. My buckle came undone and I was being lifted out of the vehicle. "Stop," I groaned. My eyes fluttered open and I saw the beam of light above me. We were in a parking garage. In the wall there were numbers and letters. "Okay, I can walk," I grumbled and Chase looked down at me.
"Alright," he said and set me on my feet. I followed him to a elevator, and up we went. I felt like this was a hotel elevator. It had sleek wood and stainless steel panelling. When the doors opened, Chase stepped out and I followed. He walked down a short hall and turned to his left, where a large black door was. He keyed it, then we walked in.
The lights turned on automatically. Everything was sleek, stainless steel and black. Very modern. My eyebrows raised. "Wow," I mumbled, "you're fucking rich," I added.
He looked at me, "I'm a good lawyer." he said back. I shook my head and looked around. The ceilings were high. The walls were a medium gray throughout. "Right this way," he mumbled, that's before I realized we were still in the mud room.
We walked through a kitchen, than living room, and down a long hallway. He turned to his right and opened the door. "You can sleep here," he said, then turned around, opening another door, "or here." he said again and swung the third door open. "And I guess you could sleep here too," with a smirk he opened the last door. His room.
I gave him a quick glare. With a shrug, he smirked, "How's it look?" he asked.
"Like you're filthy rich," I stated.
"No," he hummed, "this was the cheap one compared to the one I wanted." He looked down at me, his hand aimlessly running through his short black hair. "Come on," he said softly. I followed him, on the other end of the hall was another door, he flung it open. It was a very large room. "My office." He turned around and walked the other way. I followed.
He swung a door open that was off of a second sitting room area, it was a large bathroom. A huge tub, separate glass shower. I was shocked.
"I'm tired." I said and turned around. I was lost for a second. Which sitting area was this? "Actually," I started, "Can I take a bath?" I gave him a smile that no one could say no to. He smirked back.
"Only if I can join," he reached for me, and suddenly stopped. "I'm sorry," he whispered, "there's soap and salts in the closet," he nodded over and started to walk away.
I didn't even know what just happened. I kind of wanted him to join me. "Chase," I called. I heard the footsteps coming back.
"Everything okay?" he asked softly.
"I miss you," I whispered. He kept his distance and nodded once at me. "Do you really want to join me?" I murmured softly. He nodded once again. "Come on, then." I gave him a smile. I missed him so much. He grabbed me in his arms and I brought my lips to his.
"You're not leading me on, just to drop me after the divorce, right?" he pulled away and looked at me.
"Chase, I love you, still." I whispered and started kissing his soft lips again. His hands held my face against his, my hands were in his hair. He pushed me against the wall and his hands slid down my body.
"I'm so sorry, I should have never left you," he whispered and continued kissing me.
"Let's bathe," I bit his soft lips and he nodded, bumping my forehead. He held me and backed me up into the bathroom. His hands slid under my shirt and rubbed my torso.
"Let me love you again," he whispered. His voice shot an electric current through me. He let me go, and reached for the faucet in the tub. "Are you sure?" he looked at me. His blue eyes glowed. I nodded and he grabbed the bubble bath soap, dumping some into the already steaming water. He set it down and grabbed me. He kissed my lips softly, reaching for my shirt. "May I?"
"Yes," my voice squeaked. He pulled my tank top off, kissing my shoulders. His hands explored my body for the first time in over six years. His hands were smooth, unlike Kyles. I shivered under his touch. He took off his shirt and reached for my jeans.
"May I?" he asked again. I started at him. I reached for his work slacks and looked up at him, under my eye lashes. His shirt was off already, my mind fluttered back to the thoughts I was having earlier. Both arms were covered in tattoos, and only one on his stomach, none on his chest.
"May I?" I whispered back. He ripped open my pants, the button even flying off. His lips hit mine full force. I fidgeted with his soft pants, and couldn't get them to snap open. I growled and he did it for me. I pushed them off his hips; they fell to the floor carelessly.
He pushed away from me, and looked me up and down. There was a low groan in his throat and I started at him. "What?" I whispered.
He shook his head with a smile plastered to his face. He picked me up and set me into the tub. I was still in my underwear and bra. I was thankful that they were matching and lacey. I started at him confused, "I'm not taking a bath in my clothes," I said. He started at me.
"I just thought... I mean... You're still married" he said and when I rolled my eyes at him, he helped me back out of the hot bath tub. His hands traveled up my back and to my bra, where he snapped it open. He slid the straps off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
He kissed my neck, then between my breast and down my stomach. He fell to his knees and kissed my hips. His hands pushed off my lace underwear. My legs were stiff when he kissed back up to my breast, neck and then face. He smiled at me while pulling me against him. I felt his 'friend' jabbing me in the belly.
I stepped over the edge of the steaming tub and slowly sank down into it. He pushed off his boxers and jumped into the water with me. There were bubbles up to my neck.
"Hi," he whispered. He sat across from me and tangled our legs together. I smiled at him, whispering a greeting back. I closed my eyes and let the scent of the bath fill my nose. I smiled. This is where I wanted to be.