Page 142 of Committed to You

He rolls his eyes.

“I’ll take my mama with me shopping for your other stuff though. She should have been a designer and does coastal really well.”

He kisses me. “Do whatever you want. Just make sure you love it here.”

“I already love it here. You’re here.”

His grin widens.

I spend the next few weeks shopping with Mama and filling Chase’s penthouse with furniture and decorations.

Chase and I take a quick trip to New York, where he packs up a few personal items, but everything else he leaves in his house. We’re in the kitchen, making breakfast, and he sets the food down on the table.

I pick my food up, walk over to the island, and set it down.

“Do I smell?” Chase looks at me curiously.

“Nope. You smell amazing, like always.”

He picks up his food and sets it next to mine. “Okay. Didn’t know you liked my barstools so much.”

I grit my jaw.

“Vivian, what’s wrong?”

“I tried, but I can’t look at that table.”

“What’s wrong with my table?”

You bent Meredith over that table in gold, crotchless panties, that’s what’s wrong with it.

I stare at him.

“What?”

“You’ve had too much activity over that table.”

He scans my eyes, and then his face drops. “Shit. I’m sorry.”

“I tried to get past it, but the visual is too clear.”

He sighs. “Do you want me to sell this place?”

“No. Of course not.”

“I can’t have you uncomfortable here.”

I wince. I don’t want to sound like a brat, but I need to get the image out of my head. “Can we get a new table?”

“Yes. I’ll burn this one.”

“No, don’t do that. Donate it to someone who doesn’t have images running through their head of you, Meredith, and her gold crotchless panties.”

Chase winces and closes his eyes. He opens them. “I’m so sorry you have that in your mind.”

“It’s only when I see the table.”

“The table will be gone today.”

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