I nod my head. “Yeah, let’s go.” My body is aching. I can feel pressure between my thighs. My heart is running like a racehorse. I want Chase Aldridge, now!
The sudden noise of quick footsteps from outside the pool startles me. I look to the side to see Lance running and jumping into the pool. Lance slams into the water beside Chase and me.
Chlorine stings my eyes. I rub them furiously until I can see again. Chase seems to be doing the same. I’m right pissed, but Chase looks like he could kill. I quickly dip my body under the water to collect my bikini top.
Lance comes up from the water with a smile entrenched on his face.
“What the fuck is your problem, Cain?” Chase says with a harsh tone.
Lance smirks at him. “If you can’t stand a little water, get the fuck out my pool.”
“Real mature, Lancelot,” I say.
“You should know, Noelle.”
Chase turns away from him and looks at me. “Let’s just go back to your house. I’m sure this peeve won’t follow us there.”
Lance laughs. “Everything around here, I own, Chase. In a few years, I could own Ryland Academy too. Don’t worry though, the school will always need a good principal. You can follow in your father’s footsteps. Then I would own you too, just like my father owns yours.”
Chase has a look of rage I’ve never known possible. His sweet demeanor drops, and he looks downright monstrous. “You are a sore loser, Cain.”
“I don’t have to play to win,” Lance replies with a smirk. “I always win, no matter what. Remember that when you’re giving some shit head student detentions after school someday.”
“I’m not my father,” Chase says. “He wasn’t willing to do what it took to win. I’m very different.”
Lance splashes him in the face with water. “You’re still a little bitch though.”
I see Chase’s body tense. His fists clench. This is about to go bad, very bad. I grab Chase’s hand firmly. He looks at me with anger at first, but his face softens almost immediately.
“Let’s go back to my house,” I say with a smile. “Fuck Lance. We had some plans before he came. Come on, let’s go.”
Chase looks back at Lance, who’s wearing a shit eating smirk. Chase looks at me and nods his head. “To be continued, Cain,” he says as he exits the pool with me.
I continue to cool off Chase as we dry ourselves with towels and walk back to the guesthouse.
Chase uses the towel to dry his midsection. He takes his time drying his abs and looks to see if I’m watching. I am.
“I feel like I need a shower to get off all this chlorine off me. Is it okay if I shower at your place?” Chase says.
“Of course, so long as I’m in there with you,” I say with a smile. “My house, my rules.”
“I’m a sucker for the rules,” Chase says.
I open my front door, and Chase grabs my arm, stopping me from going inside. He almost lifts my body up off the ground with ease. I wrap my legs around his midsection, and he kicks in the door behind him.
“Bedroom?” he demands.
I point to my room and take a second look around, thanking god that Marta isn’t inside.
Chase walks over to the room with me firmly wrapped around him. He continues to kiss me more savagely as we get closer to my bedroom. When we are at my bedroom door, he seems like a ravenous beast on my body. He only has one thing on his mind. I want to give him my body. I ache with pleasure, thinking about how it will feel when he enters me.
He practically slams me on my bed and jumps on top of me. I turn my head in ecstasy, as he kisses my neck. I close my eyes, taking in every movement of his mouth.
When I open them, I almost let out a scream of terror. A white letter is propped up on a pillow on my bed. Written on the front is my name in bold letters, just like last time.
Suddenly, it feels like I’m getting nauseous, and Chase’s touch is making it worse.
“Stop, stop,” I tell him.
“What!” Chase says with a tone of annoyance. “Why?”
I grab the letter from my bed. Chase looks at me weirdly.
“This wasn’t here when I left,” I say. I open the letter. I read the five words, and let the letter drop from my hands, and cover my mouth. I can feel my whole body shaking.
Chase picks up the letter and reads it. “I’m going to kill you.” He reads it again to himself. Chase gets up from my bed, walks over to window, peeking through the curtains. “I’m going to kill Cain, I swear.”
∞∞∞
Bryce opens his front door and asks again if I’m okay. I nod my head. I wave at Thomas Winters, who is sitting in his Escalade in the driveway, then he takes off down the road.
“Sorry for just coming here,” I say. “I honestly didn’t know what to do.”
Bryce waves his hand to come inside. “I’m glad you thought of me to be your protector.” Bryce laughs. “Sorry, attempt at humour. I seriously have your back with shit like this. Come inside.”
I walk inside Bryce’s home, and I’m surprised when I think of how underwhelming it is compared to the Aldridge and Cain estates. Bryce certainly has a beautiful home, but it’s doesn’t say ‘I’m a billionaire.’ I always used to think that the rich, were just rich. I never thought much about the different layers of wealth.
I’m taking off my shoes when a woman with straight blond hair and the whitest teeth I’ve ever seen smiles at me. “Why, you must be Elle Mavin! I’ve heard so much about you from my little Bryce-y.”
I smile back. “Nice to
