Page 75 of Committed to You

She pushes the button on the door, and the driver’s window goes down. “Can you take us to the Waldorf, please?”

“Sure, ma’am.”

I blurt out. “I haven’t told Meredith yet.”

She shuts the window, not looking at me.

I quickly say, “I texted her to tell her, but her mom died. I didn’t want to do it over text and be a bigger dickhead. I can show you the messages if you want.”

She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes.

I cup her face. “I haven’t slept with her or anyone in months.”

She scans my eyes. “You haven’t?”

“No. No one was you.”

She licks her lips then bites down on the bottom one.

“I don’t want to be with anyone but you. But I told you I was going to make it right, and I don’t want to lie to you. Anyone I’ve ever had that relationship with, I’ve told. I couldn’t tell Meredith because of her mom dying.”

Slowly, she nods. “Okay.”

I push the button, and the divider window rolls down. “Change of plans. Original address.”

“Yes, sir.”

I push the button, and the window rolls back up.

Vivian looks at me, confused. “You don’t want me to stay with you?”

“I want nothing more, but I’m not going to give you scraps anymore.”

She sighs. “Chase, I shouldn’t have said that.”

“No, you were right. And until I make it entirely right, I’m not putting you in any position to feel like you received scraps.”

Vivian stares at me for a few moments. I don’t know what she’s thinking, but as much as I desire her, I don’t want to ever hurt her again. So I’m going to walk her to her door, kiss her good night, and go back to my hotel. I’ll just have to see her in the morning when we meet up for our real estate showings.

At least, that’s the plan.

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Vivian

My night has been perfect.Chase surprised me and told me he only wants to be with me. He spent the entire night at my side, supporting me. It’s what I’ve always wanted.

I don’t want our night to end.

He explains why he hasn’t told Meredith, and I believe him. He has never lied to me.

“No, you were right. And until I make it entirely right, I’m not putting you in any position to feel like you received scraps.” I can see in his eyes how my accusation about him being a user and giving me scraps affected him.

Ugh. Why did I have to say that?

The car stops. He removes me from his lap. The driver opens the door, and he steps out. Reaching in, he says, “Come on. I’ll walk you to your door.”

He’s only going to walk me to my door? Surely he’s just talking?

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