Page 65 of Made For Me

“Because I wanted you to see something,” he says, letting me go as my feet unwrap from his waist and slide down his body.

He holds me until my feet touch the driveway. “Fine,” I moan as his hand slips into mine. “Where are we?” I look up at the two-story massive house with a three-car garage on the side.

He walks to the door and I’m waiting for him to ring the doorbell, but instead he turns the handle of the big black door. “Um,” I say as he pulls me inside the house. “You didn’t even knock,” I whisper-yell at him. I look to the right of me, where two French doors lead to an empty room and the left side looks like a dining room. He walks into the middle of the foyer of the house and I see the big winding staircase. Looking up you can see on both sides. Chase leads the way slowly through an archway that opens up to a huge family room, leading to the kitchen. The whole back wall has windows and you can see the pool. The kitchen has a huge island with eight stools. The family room has the only furniture there is and it has the same couch as Jillian. “What do you think?” He lets my hand go as he looks around the room.

“It’s nice,” I say, looking around. “It’s spacious.”

“I know.” He puts his hands into his pockets. “The kitchen is what sold me on this place.”

My head turns to him. “What sold you?”

“In the house in New York, we have this huge island in the kitchen.”

“I know, I’ve been,” I joke with him.

“I always fucking loved that island because it’s where we all hung out,” he shares with a smile. “It’s the strangest thing, but we would just end up there and we would talk for hours. Especially Franny and me.” I smile when he tells me the story. “So as soon as I saw it, I knew.” I tilt my head. “That I wanted this house.”

“You bought this house?” I look at him shocked out of my mind. “Like, this house?” I point at the floor.

“Well, you said you wanted to live with me,” he reminds me and all I can do is stare at him, not believing what I’m hearing but also not as shocked as I should be.

“I meant like move into my apartment.” I throw my hands up. “I never meant go out and buy a mansion.” Turning in a circle in the room with my hand up in the air. “Or, I don’t know, move into your apartment?”

“I hate my place.” His face does a grimace as he talks about it.

“It’s because you haven’t so much as put out a throw blanket.” I fold my arms over my chest. “You have to put your own mark on it.”

“Well, now we have this place and we can put our mark on it.” He emphasizes the word our.

“Um, Chase.” I swallow. “I’m even afraid to know how much this cost you.”

“Trust me, we can afford it,” he huffs.

“We can’t afford it,” I correct him. “You could afford it. I definitely cannot afford this.”

“Michael bought Jillian a house.” He shrugs.

“Jillian was carrying his child. My uterus is empty.” I point at my stomach. “I literally just finished my period, so you can’t even argue that point.” I shake my head. “You can’t argue any point. This is insane. Who buys a house without even talking to each other?” I ask him, and he is about to answer, but I just hold up my hand to stop him. “Okay, which sane person buys a house without asking the person who is supposed to be in said house?”

“I did ask,” he says, and I’m not even prepared for the next words that come from his mouth. “Jillian came and checked it out. Along with Max and my father.”

“My sister?” I shriek. “She came here and said to buy this house?” He nods his head. “She has been hanging around with your family too much.” I put my hands on my head. “Chase, this is too much. I have lawyer bills. I’m technically unemployed, there is no fucking way I can afford this house.”

“Are you with me for my money?” he asks and I glare at him. “So what if I was already living in this house before we got together and I asked you to move in?”

“That’s not the same thing.” I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose.

“If it makes you feel better, the penthouse is worth a lot more than this.” He laughs as if it’s still not millions of dollars.

“That does not make me feel better in the least.” I cover my face. “I can’t believe you bought a house.”

“We bought a house.” He walks over to the kitchen, where he grabs a manila envelope off the counter by the stove. His head is down as he walks back, handing it to me. “It’s our house.”

My hand comes up, taking the envelope in it. “Do I even want to know what is inside this?”

He smirks at me now and the fucking butterflies start in my stomach. “Probably not.” He bends and kisses my lips softly. “But if you want, we can go see upstairs.”

He slips his hand in mine as he pulls me toward the staircase. “The only room I had done is the master bedroom,” he throws over his shoulder. “The rest you can do. Also, if you don’t like it, we can change it.”

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