“If you ever had the pleasure of getting in bed with me again..." Chase narrowed his cold eyes on hers. “You would be the one to catch fire, and we both know it.”“I don't think so. You did all the work on the yacht, remember? ”He frowned.“Oops! Did I hit some nerves, husband, dear? ”With that, Chase curled his finger, motioning her into the conference room. People had begun to trickle straight into it with their coffee cups and sleepy eyes. Amaya obeyed, her catlike, limber walk telling him she knew he was looking.Justin opened the door for them before he walked in.“Hey, lover boy. How's the honeymoon?" He clapped his back.“Call me that again if you want a one-way ticket to early retirement,” Chase muttered.“Mrs. Lover Boy?” He winked at Amaya.“Lover boy, my ass," she saluted.They shared a knowing smile. Chase punched him in the face. Internally, of course. His limits were few and far between, but they were there. Besides, Justin had just another fling, the morning show’s la
“Yes, Chase, I'm not that stupid, but I was expecting you to be so civil with me. The people around here will talk about our marriage. Had I known, I never would have touched you. Just because you don’t have any morals doesn’t mean I don’t, either.”“Know what? Morals? What the hell are you talking about?”Yes, I don't know what I'm talking about either. She thought. “Tell me more about your morals, Mr. Johnson." There, she was being crazy again, changing the subject.He raised a brow, “I don't know what you are trying to ask here, woman, but—you confuse me.” His eyes travelled along her body with boredom. He dragged his long fingers over his jaw.I was foolish for marrying you, but that wasn’t something I was eager to correct him on.She waved a hand at him. “Just say what you want to say and let me get on with my day.” The lies were so smooth, she swore it felt like durian ice cream, kind of smooth. “You said your life is none of my business. I tend to agree with that sentiment, esp
Chase smiled, his thumb pad stroked over her beauty spot, his eyes still holding hers in a penetrating tether. “But I have a feeling you’re not as ambitious as you make out, wife?”Amaya forced herself not to shift her gaze but to hold him without wavering. How could he know how conflicted she felt about her career? Of course, the specialist department can wait, but yeah, being his assistant is considerably her career for now. She thought to herself.She had barely acknowledged it to herself. She hadn’t even talked about it with Mary. She’d played the ‘career girl’ card for years. Work had always been her top priority before Tommy. But if she interrupted her career path with a baby again, what would happen to her place on the ladder? And did she even care? Amaya slipped out of his hold and held on to the side of the table.“Did you even talk about this Chicago plan of yours to Tommy?" she asked.“Not yet; I just got the email earlier. I haven’t even had time for a call yet. But guess
Chase leaned his head back on the headrest once he’d boarded his plane and closed his eyes, wishing he could close off his thoughts as well. The truth was, he could have sent someone else to Paris, but he needed some distance to sort out a few things in his head. Why was everything suddenly so complicated? He had a filthy headache and a gut full of worry over Amaya and her many questions. Of course, he meant that he said to stop acting, and he was stupid enough to even suggest it. He wanted her to not act but to treat him like a real husband and not glare at him when no one was watching.Yes, they shared wonderful moments on the yacht, and it was a memory he would never be able to forget. For once, he had forgotten his thirst for vengeance, yet here he was again, searching for it.Now it unnerved him how easily likeable and wonderful Amaya was. Now he’d upset Amaya over her brother. Besides, he didn’t want to live in her territory of beautiful, lustful nights, warm beds, and warm meal
Chase frowned. “Tell me about what?” A muscle tightened in the lower quadrant of his jaw.He thought sleeping with Amaya again was a bad idea, but he couldn't help himself.Not that there’d been much sleeping involved. Their cataclysmic honeymoon had changed everything.“About Tommy,” she said, tugging his hand as she sat at the couch’s edge, leaving Chase no option but to follow.And follow he would, to the ends of the earth if she asked, for the last few days had shattered any illusions he had about this marriage being all business.With every kiss, with every caress, and with every gut-wrenching moan, she’d stripped away the years, catapulting him straight back to a time he was so crazy for her he couldn’t see straight.Nothing had changed—absolutely nothing.Even that was a lie.A few years ago, he’d been a fool, kidding himself; all he felt for Amaya was lust.Now he knew the truth.What they’d shared had never just been about lust; it was more than that, so much more.And their
It had been weeks since Amaya's confession, yet Chase still felt the pain in her eyes as he closed the door behind him that day. He had been ignoring her since then; he didn't even bother to see Tommy. Just yet. It was shocking; he had never anticipated nor thought of the possibility, but he was lying to himself if he wouldn't admit that somehow, deep inside him, he longed for Tommy to be his.Amaya betrayed her. She kept Tommy away from him for so long. She knew that he didn't want a child. He was an heir to his father's curse, but was he sad? was he disappointed? He didn't think so. He was just confused.He knew the risk of telling him the truth, yet the ache inside him still bothered him so much that he wanted nothing but to turn back time. Could he even do that? That was impossible. Could he forgive Amaya?Yes.Was he a hypocrite?Yes.So he decided to talk to her today. Going to his mansion again wasn’t the most constructive thing to do, Chase thought, considering the little fixa
To hell with her common sense. Amaya thought. To risk or not to risk her heart again. It doesn't matter now. All she ever wanted was to forget her problem with her father.“Chase…”Her wanton plea made his hard-on throb as he lifted her top, ducked his head, and captured an erect nipple between his teeth, plucking at the lace covering it. Her low moans fired him to flick the clasp and allow the tempting lushness to fall into his hands.But the garden had other ideas, as the raucous cackle of a nearby kookaburra pierced the silence and reminded him of where they were.Reluctantly tugging her top down, he brushed a soft kiss against her lips. “Maybe we can talk more later?”She nodded her head. To hell with her pride.“I think so.”“Good, but you used to love those damn birds. Too bad this one has shocking timing.”She laughed, a clear, joyous sound that had him chuckling right along with her. “Remember the time we made out the first time we met?”“Can we change the subject?”He took a
Chase did the one thing guaranteed to blow away the cobwebs of confusion, threading his thoughts into a muddled jumble.He hit the road.Slamming his visor down, he glanced over his shoulder, let out the throttle, and savoured the roar of the motorbike as he pulled out onto the open highway.It had been way too long since he’d done this.Putting his past behind him came at a price, and while slaving his guts out to make a success of his business, he missed the simple things in life. Like making pasta from scratch, cooking the rich, creamy sauces his Nana had shown him, growing the herbs to complete any good meal, taking off on a whim, and riding as far as a tank of petrol lasted.And Amaya.He’d missed her more than he’d ever imagined and hadn’t known how much until she’d strutted back into his life with her fancy suits and stellar child.The simple life—he'd had it once but had moved on. For what? Fame? Fortune? To impress a bunch of rich people who hadn’t given him the time of day u