Page 9 of His Last Chase

“What?” Chase choked on his water and one of the guards at the next table rose. Chase held up a hand to stop him. “No. Unfortunately when I’m in public, Chase Prescott, lead singer for Embrace the Fear has to be on. Like all the fucking exhausting time on.”

“That didn’t answer my question.” Chase shifted nervously and my gut churned. Was he mentally totaling all the bodies he’d bedded? Was I prepared to hear that number? I was no virgin by any means, but we’d all heard rumors of rockstars banging any given hole.Ugh, crude assumption. Wipe it from your brain, Casey.

“No. There are no past conquests.” Chase’s voice was so low I’d barely heard him.

Wait, rewind. “What?”

He glanced around and leaned across the table. “There are no past nor present conquests.”

Was this kid for real or was he just fucking with me?

Given the numerous shades of red his face turned it led me to believe he was a…

A rockstar who was a virgin? Did that mythical musical unicorn even exist?

“Something literally no one but David knows about me,” he whispered.

“Thank you for trusting me with your secret but given the flirting the question begs to be asked. Are you gay? Bi?” I was good either way as long as he wasn’t playing me.

“Great question,” he leaned back in the booth. “David and I had a similar discussion yesterday and the honest answer is I have no fucking clue.”

Not the response I expected.

The flirty waitress returned, took our orders and left our drinks, but not without waving her ample breasts in his face. Chase jolted back like he’d been stung.

“Thank you, Denae,” I dismissed her. She finally got the hint, or the glare I gave her sank in and she wandered off.

“Is it always like that for you?” I couldn’t imagine a life like that. Every once in a while it was nice to be flirted with but to have to constantly ward off the evil advances would get old fast.

“Yes. In the beginning it was hard to ignore and the after parties were flooded with groupies trying to get into our pants. But as the rest of the band along with Maiden and Social partnered up, Masterson stopped having them, which was a huge relief. I’ve signed enough breasts for a lifetime.”

I laughed. “Sorry, I know it’s not funny but the likelihood you were into women would have had you drooling at that.”

“Huh, never thought of it like that.”

“What did you think of the club?” Might as well get right down to it. So far, Chase had done nothing but throw curve balls and I needed answers before moving forward.

He shrugged. “It was different. Probably would have been more fun if Henry and Jamie hadn’t left. It felt weird to be alone after that.”

“Have you been around other littles?”

“No. I’d never even heard the term before David caught me…” My ears perked at his open-ended share.

“Caught you doing what?”

Chase glanced around and leaned forward again. “Playing with my toys.”

Now we were getting somewhere. “Is that what you like to do to unwind? What are some of your favorites?” I sincerely hoped we were talking about the youth toys and not adult ones.

“I have a lot of toys, but most are still in their boxes. David bought me coloring books and crayons. Oh ya, and race cars.” Chase squirmed, likely envisioning his beloved toys.

Just like that, we’d circled back around and were talking my language. As a Daddy, and possibly one day Chase’s, it was my job to help him find that calming space. One where he didn’t have to beonas he’d previously mentioned.

“You can come over and see my collection. If you want to, that is.” Shy, reserved Chase. The kid I remembered from the past. The real Chase.

He had many facets like a diamond. Once you got past the cocky rockstar persona you found a lonely boy longing for someone to play with him. The boy I sought to nurture and help find his true self.

“I’d like that. Here,” I slid my phone out and handed it to him. “Why don’t you give me your number and text yourself, so you have mine as well.” Hopefully he’d use it and maybe feel more comfortable texting questions than openly discussing them.

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