Page 35 of Roots of the Wicked

“Yes. What about it?” I asked.

“I can wear underwear now but for the most part, I prance around naked inside my home.”

The faint sound of his laughter sounded before my own burst free. My pussy had been ripped to shreds by his massive dick, but she’d taken her beating like a champ, and only a twinge of soreness remained.

“So, what’s up, Chase?”

“I’m calling to ask, if you’d like to go out to dinner with me Friday?”

He wanted to see me again? Why? We’d both had our turns already.

“If you’re planning a revenge situation, save it. I’m not interested in making this an ongoing war.”

“I promise; I don’t want revenge. I’m asking you out like I should have in the first place. So, Friday at seven, we can decide on the restaurant later. I’ll pick you up at your place.”

“Okay, Friday at seven,” I replied. My forehead crinkled instantly. I intended to reject him, but my brain computed one thing while my mouth downloaded another. Was I making the right decision?

“What about Amanda?” I blurted.

Wait a minute. Why do I care? We weren’t exclusive, and we had already fucked the shit out of each other, yet I had just asked him the one question that made it appear that I wanted exclusivity.

“We talked after we left the expo that night.” He said. “She understood before our date that I wasn’t looking for anything long-term. She made a good attempt at trying to go out again, but we talked it out and came to an understanding. What about Kara?”

“It went about the same as you and Amanda. She knew I wasn’t looking for anything permanent. She didn’t like it one bit that we weren’t going out again, but I always do my best to make my intentions known before I get involved with anyone.”

It was poetic how our love lives were a mirrored reflection of each other’s.

“You didn’t create a stalker, did you? You did imply that you’ve created a few?” he inquired.

“No. Kara hadn’t been around me long enough to get attached. Now, you’re a different story. I’m on the twelfth floor and you’re probably outside my window right now? Aren’t you?”

The sound of his laughter was a pleasant one. I wasn’t the person that usually induced genuine laughter in people.

“I hate to go, but I have a business function to attend. As a matter of fact, I just pulled up.”

He sounded disappointed.

“Good night, Jax.”

“Nite, Chase.”

My smile refused to be chased away. Chase’s dinner invite had been unexpected, but it a put a little spark in my heart. It spoke volumes about his willingness to be with me. Though, I did notice he hadn’t asked for my address. I’d expected him to dig into my business, but I didn’t understand what was driving him to go that deep?

Why had he taken an interest in me? A young, handsome, billionaire bachelor. Walking out his door meant being ambushed by paparazzi, and reporters asking questions about his personal life. Not to mention the sea of thirsty women who wanted to suck his money up with the force of a carwash vacuum.

What was it about me that kept him interested? I didn’t kiss his ass. I spoke my mind. I assumed he’d satisfied his curiosity with me at the expo. It surprised me when he accepted my invite to dinner despite suspecting I may have been out for revenge. Now, he had surprised me once more, requesting a date. Where was this going?

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