Page 26 of One Last Chance

Not caring that I’m naked, I run to my bedroom door and swing it open, then try and avoid all the empty bottles and plastic glasses that line the hallway to the stairs.

“Chloe?” I yell over the banister.

Hearing some movement downstairs, when I get no response, my feet take two steps at a time. I step into the living room where most people are still sleeping from last night. Bottles lie on the floor, tables, bar, and on top of my father’s grand piano.

Shit! I need to clean up before my parents return from their weekend away.

Bodies rouse from sleep, and I’m reminded that I’m still naked when one chick who’s placing her bra on giggles.

“Hey, man, what time is it?”

Turning around to face the familiar voice, Justin is standing there in nothing but his boxers.

“Justin, have you seen Chloe?”

He scratches his head and smiles. “Yeah, ah… I saw her leave earlier when Hannah was giving me a morning surprise.” He winks as he adjusts himself.

Ignoring his comment—I don’t care what Hannah and he got up to—all I am concerned about is that he saw Chloe earlier.

“When did she leave?”

Justin shrugs. “Not sure.” He looks over at Hannah, who’s pulling her dress over her head, and he asks, “When did you go down on me, babe? About an hour ago?”

I shake my head. “Really, Justin? Does everyone need to know your business?”

He smirks. “Why not? I have nothing to hide.”

Yeah, well… that’s too much information. Turning around, I run back up the stairs to my room to change, so I can head over to Chloe’s house, a couple of blocks away. I have to find out why she left.

Throwing on my jeans and a T-shirt, then socks and sneakers, I sprint down the stairs once again. When I reach the bottom, Justin’s there getting dressed. He frowns and asks, “Going somewhere, bro?”

“Yeah, you could say that,” I reply, running out the door, not wasting another second to explain where I’m heading. Once I hit the footpath of my driveway, Justin shouts out, “Dom, wait up.”

Feeling frustrated, I pause, turn, and wait for him to speak as he places his shirt over his head to where I’m standing.

“I’m kind of in a rush, can’t this wait?”

Everything in my body is saying to run to Chloe’s house and find out what happened.

Why did she leave?

Did she regret our night together?By the moans coming out of her mouth, I was sure she enjoyed herself. She came twice and fell asleep content in my arms.

Justin smirks. “What exactly happened between you two anyway? Did you tap that?”

Not wanting to betray Chloe’s trust, I reply, “Nothing, man. Nothing that concerns you anyway.”

Before he can respond, I’m running down the street with only one intent on my mind—to get to Chloe’s house to talk to her and make sure she’s okay after what happened between us last night, and that she has no regrets.

With sweat running down my forehead, I arrive at Chloe’s house and run up a couple of steps that lead to her front door.

Taking a deep breath to get my breathing back together, I knock twice on the door. Hearing voices coming from behind the door, the voices become louder and closer, then the door is opened, and Mrs. Mason is standing there with a letter in her hand and tears in her eyes.

“Oh, hey, Mrs. Mason, is Chloe around?”

I don’t know Chloe’s parents well. However, her dad is a huge football fan and doesn’t miss a single game when Vixen High is playing. One time, Chloe introduced me to her parents after a game. I thought they were the nicest people I’d ever met—real honest and sincere, just like Chloe.

Chloe has her mom’s hair and dad’s eyes. Long blonde hair with brown doe eyes—eyes I can get lost in.

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