Page 127 of Committed to You

“Look at me,” she screams.

“Meredith, don’t touch her. Wait for me,” Chase reminds her, and I can hear a hint of anxiety in his voice.

Calm passes through her face. “I’m waiting for you.”

There is silence on the line for a few moments.

“Chase, are you still there?”

“Yes. Baby, when I get there, I want to be alone with you first. Where can we go to be alone?”

Her face brightens. “The bedroom.”

“Perfect.”

“You have a lot of Thursdays to make up for.”

“Yes, I know. I can’t wait to start.”

She lowers her voice. “You need to do that thing to me that I like.”

“I will. It’s all I’ve been thinking of.”

Nausea overpowers me, and I swallow it down.

“Let’s kill her first. Then we can be alone.”

“No, baby.”

“Yes, that’s—”

“She needs to hear you cum first. It’s part of her punishment for stealing your day,” Chase quickly tells her.

A warped smile fills Meredith’s face. She coos, “You’re right, baby.”

“Let’s not have any regrets. We need to do this together, the right way.”

“The right way. Yes. You’re right, baby.”

“I’m about five minutes away. Are you ready for me?”

“Yes. I can’t wait to see you. Do you want to know what color panties I have on?”

“Yes.”

“They are the gold metallic crotchless ones you love. Remember when I wore them and you fucked me over your kitchen table?”

The visual of Chase bending Meredith over his table in his New York home permeates my thoughts. My heartbeat races.

“Chase? You still there?”

“Sorry. Yes. I was thinking about it.”

She giggles then looks at me. “I bet he hasn’t bent you over the kitchen table. Has he?”

“No, he hasn’t,” I say in a hoarse voice.

And he never will now that I have this knowledge.

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