Page 76 of Chad's Chase
Chad owned all the thoughts in my mind. I couldn’t fathom what the hell was happening to me. This wasn’t me. I was not a girl.
I was a kick-ass, badass, gun-busting, face-punching, bone-breaking assassin. So what the hell was this feelings and emotions and all-consuming stuff?
The sex. It was new. The man-to-woman thing. It was new. The fucking with feelings thing. It was new. All of it was new. So maybe that was it.
The newness of it all.
Sinking lower into the oversized bathtub, I spread my legs and thought about our fuck in the garden. Rubbing my fingers over my clit, I reminisced on how his mouth had felt on me. How his cock had felt inside me. With a low moan, I slipped two fingers inside me and finger-fucked myself until I came, biting my lip to stifle the sounds. Sated, I dropped my head back on the inner rim on the tub and closed my eyes.
I must have been in the tub for a while, because I was startled awake from a light sleep by giggles and chuckles sounding outside the walls. The chuckles sounded like Chad and Ronnie, but the giggles were from a female. Which was not Vivian.
Curious, I unplugged the tub, got out, dried off, threw on a robe and followed the voices. Once I broke the end of the hall, I hit the brakes with a tile-scraping screech.
Shirtless, Chad was sitting at the breakfast bar nursing a beer, and next to him in a skimpy ass dress was the doctor bitch who’d removed the tracking chip from me earlier. A glass of red wine in one hand, she was leaning in to him from the bar stool next to him, her other hand on his chest, right over the empty birdcage, tits pressed up against his bicep.
Ronnie, also nursing a beer, was seated at the dinner table, watching me with a smirk I wanted to punch right off his face.
Making an unladylike noise in my throat, I rambled over to Chad and Doctor Bitch.
Phlegmatically, Chad gave me a once-over and took a swig of his beer, while Doctor Bitch arched a perfectly plucked brow at me.
“Why are you here?” I demanded of her.
Both of Doctor Bitch’s eyebrows went up now.
Maybe it was the murderous expression on my face or the harsh tone of my voice, but she suddenly seemed nervous and shifted her gaze from me to Chad. “Do I need to answer to her?”
Stoically unconcerned, Chad just shrugged, taking another swig.
Doctor Bitch looked back to me, her chin tipping up this time, her bravado switch flipped. “I’m here because I’m needed. Whenever Chad calls me, I come.” She flicked her long-lashed, fuck-me hazel eyes to Chad and licked her lips. “And Ialwayscome.”
Giving Chad a sidelong glance, I asked, “I thought you said‘used to’?”
I didn’t wait to hear his reply. I grabbed Doctor Bitch by her glossy blonde tresses, yanked her head back, then slammed her face down on the countertop.
She let out a girly scream at the impact, as I was pretty confident she was seeing a million stars. I gave her no recovery time. Fingers still tightly curled in her hair, I hauled her off the stool, her face smeared with blood, gushing either from her nose or her mouth—did I care which?
I flung her onto the ground and the stupid bitch even fell like a girl, wrist bent backward and pinkies cocked off. I struck a kick to her ribs then promptly went astride her and printed my fist to her cheek. “That’s for over-drugging me today.” Another punch. “That’s for having the nerve to come hereafterover-drugging me.” Another punch. “And that’s for touching—”
Strong arms grabbed me around the waist, hauling me off the bleeding, hollering woman.
“Okay, that’s enough.” It was Ronnie, and he was laughing, hard. He really found this funny? Why did men find two women fighting so amusing? Despite his body racking with laughter, Ronnie’s hold on me was tight, allowing me the freedom to do nothing but breathe heavily.
Doctor Bitch, completely frazzled and beaten into the ground, bleeding within every inch of her face, unsuccessfully tried to get to her feet, stumbling back down with every attempt.
Through her one good eye, she glared at Chad, who was still sitting at the breakfast bar, swigging his beer, dispassionately blasé.
“How can you just sit there and let her do this to me?!” she screamed. “Youcalled me here. You said you needed me!”
Unexpectedly, puzzling both me and Doctor Bitch, a slow, evil grin slipped onto Chad’s face. Emptying the last of his beer, he gave Ronnie a chin lift, then tilted his head to indicate Doctor Bitch.
Ronnie released me immediately, stalked over to Doctor Bitch, scooped her up and escorted her out of the penthouse, leaving me, Chad, and blood on the tile floors.
After about five minutes of me waiting for my breathing to return to its regular pattern, and him watching me with an entertained gleam, I said, “I warned you things would get ugly, didn’t I?”
He stood up and began prowling toward me. Dubious about his intentions, and distrustful of the way he’d just let me beat down that woman without interference, I backed up, not scared but wary, until my ass hit the dinner table.
Chad kept advancing, and I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to be afraid or aroused. He did promise he wouldn’t hurt me, so…I went along with the latter. When he finally got up to me and his hand reached around and cupped the back of my neck, that was it. I melted. Completely.
