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I was sore, but sore in a way that somehow made me want more. I wanted to feel him on top of me again, or behind me, stretching me out and making me his. I was dying to please him, to hear his groans and feel the pulsing of his cock inside me when he came.

I wanted to come with him again and again and again and fall asleep in his arms and wake up beside him. That would be pure happiness. Pure bliss.

The world seemed to glow as I reached over and turned off the water. It was like classical music was being played all around me by a symphony. I leaned out of the shower and took a towel that was hanging on a hook on the wall and wrapped it around me, then stepped out.

Chase had gone out to get us something to eat while I cleaned up. I’d asked him why he didn’t just have one of his countless staff that he must have had go get it for him, and he told me that he had actually given them the weekend off “because he wasn’t a tyrant.”

“Why be a billionaire if you can’t boss people around and make them go buy you food?” I’d joked. Chase had replied with a grin and a slap on my ass.

“So I can impress the girl of my dreams,” he’d replied, making me melt inside.

The warm feeling in my chest still wasn’t going away, and I was slowly beginning to accept the fact that there was something deeper going on between Chase and me—something I’d never expected to find, especially just coming completely out of the blue.

But there was no denying it; I’d let Chase come inside of me!

In fact, I hadn’t just let him, I’d encouraged it! I’d wanted it badly, and I knew what the consequences were. And that could only mean one thing: I didn’t just like Chase…I loved him.

I smiled and laughed to myself as I squeezed water out of my hair, found another towel, and wrapped it around my head. I was as giddy as a little girl on Christmas Eve, only Chase was better than any present I could ever be given.

It was like he just knew me from the moment I met. It wasn’t just his good looks and charming smile that had won me over; it was him. I’d never felt anything close to what I felt for him, especially not so quickly. He’d come into my life with the speed and fury of a world-class serve and I just couldn’t compete.

“When you know, you know,” I said to myself as I made my way out of the bedroom and headed for the stairs. It was something my mom used to tell me when I was younger. And there was no question about it now; I knew.

I took the stairs and looked for the kitchen. I was thirsty and needed a drink. I couldn’t see any hints as to which direction I should go, and the house was enormous, so I just decided to go left and see where I ended up.

It turned out to be a screening room that was basically a movie theater with eight rows of the most comfortable-looking seats I’d ever seen.

“Wow,” I said as I turned back and tried another door.

Inside was a small library filled with books that looked like they were from the 1800s or something. There was a big fancy globe, a long desk of dark wood, and a small seating area. I could picture Chase taking important meetings in here with bankers or stock brokers or CEOs of other companies.

As I was pulling the door shut behind me, the front door of the house opened. I turned, expecting to find Chase walking in, but instead found myself face to face with Melinda.

She was wearing a big fur coat like something out of The Devil Wears Prada, with blood red heels and a pair of black mesh stockings that went up to just beneath a black pencil skirt. Honestly, without sounding like a bi

tch, she looked more like an ultra-expensive prostitute than a COO of a major company.

“Oh, it’s you,” she said with a dismissive tone when she saw me.

“Um, yes?” I replied, feeling suddenly awkward and exposed standing there in nothing more than a couple of towels.

Melinda came right in, closed the door behind her, turned, and looked at me with her arms crossed over her chest like she was an angry mother and I was her naughty daughter about to get a scolding.

“So, he brought another one of you home,” she said, shaking her head.

Another one of us?

“Ex—excuse me?”

“Oh, please,” she scoffed, walking towards me like a predator about to devour its prey. “You can’t possibly think you were the only one?”

I opened my mouth but no words came out. My cheeks went suddenly hot and I took a step back. In her heels, Melinda was at least several inches taller than me and incredibly threatening.

“Oh, sweet girl,” she said gently, shaking her head. “This is Chase’s thing. He finds himself a new tennis instructor or horse trainer or yoga teacher, he charms them, fucks them, and then it’s my job to find him a new one once he’s done with them.”

My heart shook.

No…no it can’t be, I thought as I fought to keep it together. She’s lying.

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