Page 13 of Full Body Hit: Part 2
“Okay.” Chase bit the inside of his cheek, but his smile spread anyway. “Then I have another problem to share with you.”
“What is it? Work okay?”
“Yeah.” He rolled onto his back. “You haven’t let me come indays, Daddy.”
There was a weirdly long pause. “Fuck.”
“Please, Daddy? We can switch to video.”
“I…fuck. Baby, I promise you there’s nothing more I want than to—but I have to get back to work.”
Chase huffed. “Fine, go to work. And meanwhile…I can make a video for you.”
Auston groaned. “Baby…the next time you come, it’ll be because I made you.”
Chase shuddered. “God…okay. But I can’t…call me the next time you’re free.Please.”
“I will. Promise. And don’t overthink while I can’t, okay?”
“Okay,” Chase replied, a smile creeping into his voice.
“Okay. I gotta go. But I’ll be thinking about you. Sleep well, okay?”
“I will. Bye, Daddy.”
“Bye, baby. Talk soon.”
CHAPTER THREE
AUSTON
Auston was losing his mind.
He would swear on his fucking nieces that he was trying to do the right thing. Not chatting with Charlie—Chase—was killing him. He found himself going for his phone dozens of times a day only to remember that he’d muted his conversation with Chase for a reason.
He was trying to clean up the mess he’d made. He was supposed to get closer to Chase, to decrease the gap betweenAunixandAustonso that when the truth came out, Chase wasn’t traumatised by who he’d actually been speaking to.
After everything was revealed, he could point at their lack of contact and say, see? I tried to stop lying to you.
He’d thought the whole ‘work project’ excuse would be enough to buy him a couple of weeks, but seeing the effect it had on the kid was just…awful. Seeing his baby sad and sleep-deprived and not being able to do anything about it was eating away at him.
And yet it was strangely thrilling, too.
Not because Chase was sad, but because Auston got tosee it.
That was how close he was to his baby. He spent half his time at the arena staring at him, and the other half trying not to.
It was even better now that Chase was happier. The bags under his eyes had disappeared, his easy smile returning. It was a fucking ego boost to see how them talking had cheered Chase up.I did that, a feral voice said, barely holding back from sinking his teeth into the Omega and claiming that joy.
But talking to Chase on the phone again wasn’t all good.
Charlie
Daddy
The text was attached to a picture.
Chase, lying on his belly on the bed, a see-through teddy on. He was lounging as if he were a teenage girl in a ’90s movie—legs up behind him, crossed at the ankles. He had stockings on, the garters peeking through. His head was on the mattress, buried in his arms to hide it.
