Page 51 of Chasing Sarah

I open my mouth, planning to tell her that that’s not happening, but the heartache in her voice gives me pause.

“I won’t ask about the shirt again,” I reply instead.

But I’ll be damned if I don’t dig into her past and find out who it belongs to.

Wordlessly, I stand and exit the room.

Reaching the kitchen, I wrap the plate of food with plastic wrap and place it in the refrigerator before pulling my phone from my pocket.

I quickly shoot a text to one of the P.I.s we have on our payroll, telling him to investigate Sarah’s past and report back to me as soon as possible.

Reaching into the cabinet, I take out a glass and a bottle of whiskey. Pouring myself a generous amount, I stride toward the window that overlooks the city.

Despite being late in the night, the city is buzzing with life.

Bringing the glass to my lips, I sip the amber liquid inside. The burn of the whiskey heats my chest as it flows down my throat.

I don’t know what it is about the woman currently lying in my bed, but I don’t want her just for her body.

I want everything. Mind, heart, and soul.

She challenges me, pisses me the fuck off, and I thrive on it.

She is the only woman I’ve been with who had held my attention for more than a night.

Once I figure out what the deal is with that shirt and eliminate any men she might harbor feelings for, she’ll have no choice but to embrace the fact that she belongs to me.

I stand in front of the window long enough to watch the sky change from midnight black to a light hue of blue, pink, and purple.

Rinsing my class, I set it in the sink then make my way back to the bedroom.

Sarah’s still wrapped in a cocoon when I push open the door. I chuckle at the strands of her tangled hair at the top of the bundle. The blankets steadily rise and fall with her rhythmic breathing.

A soft glow begins illuminating the room as the sun brings morning to the sky.

Releasing a deep breath, I step into the ensuite and turn on the shower. Stripping my clothes, I step under the warm spray. My muscles I wasn’t aware were tense begin to relax.

Movement catches my attention. Sarah leans against the door frame with her arms crossed.

“Morning,” I say, reaching for the bar of soap and lathering it over my body. “There’s room for two in here.”

She doesn’t reply as she makes her way to the sink. I chuckle when she reaches for my toothbrush.

“There’s an extra toothbrush in the drawer.”

She shrugs, squirting toothpaste on the bristles and shoving the toothbrush in her mouth. “I sucked your cock, and you ate my pussy, I hardly think sharing a toothbrush is a big deal.”

This woman.

My laugh echoes off the tiled shower walls.

“I guess that’s valid.”

After brushing her teeth, she quickly exits the bathroom and returns with her toiletry bag. Rummaging through it, she pulls out a brush and works on untangling her hair.

“Wanna talk abo-.”

“No.” she lifts her hand, cutting me off. “We’re sleeping together, Rhys. We’re not dating. You don’t need to know anything more than how to pleasure my body.” She tosses the brush into her bag and leaves me dumbfounded and pissed.

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