Read Online Chase Part 1: A New Adult and College Billionaire Romance (Chase Me Billionaire Romance Series) by Chloe Grey - Free Book Online
Authors: Chloe Grey
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for places, ride around for apartment magazines, and maybe call a few more realtors. Sounds like fun . But it wouldn’t be, not with the steaming hot memory of last night bouncing around in his head.
Chase dressed quickly before packing up his things on the sofa. He scolded himself for not just coming out and letting Meaghan know he needed to talk. All he really wanted to do was look after her, so if she decided she wasn’t ready to think about what happened, he wouldn’t force the issue. He didn’t regret anything about last night, or this morning.
Maybe he was overthinking things, but to him, being in a relationship with her would be entirely different from being best friends. He needed time to let her make a decision about that. He liked her. No, he loved her. And he had no issue showing it. He’d been so sure when he’d been making love to her, but everything seemed different in the stark light of day.
“What are you thinking about?”
Meaghan’s voice startled him. “Jeez, Meg. Sneaking up on me?” He turned to look at her. “I was thinking about what I want to have for breakfast.”
“Really?”
“Well that, and a few other things.” He could kick himself for not raising it after blowing it up to be such a big deal in his mind.
“The answer to breakfast is easy.” She sounded relieved to him. Maybe she’d been expecting him to bring up last night. “Are you doing all right?”
“Of course I am. When am I not?” He forced a smile. “I just need to get out. Let’s get breakfast.”
“Okay.” She rubbed her eyes. “I wish we didn’t have to wake up so early. I hate the sound of the alarm on my phone.”
“You hate anything that wakes you up. You hate me when I wake you up. It’s not unusual for you to hit me with a pillow when I’m forcing you out of bed.” He walked past her, feeling awkward at the mention of bed. He had to stop himself from squeezing her arm. “Come on. Let’s go.”
Being around her wasn’t easy, all of a sudden. Every time he looked at her, he thought about the expression on her face when she came. He tried to push the memories away, but it didn’t work. She didn’t want to talk about it. He wasn’t sure he did, either. Talking about it meant assessing what was happening. What were they now? And that was the problem. The labelling was hell.
He was hurting. His heart hurt. Being with her was special, wonderful, and one of the stupidest things he’d ever done when he realized it could cost him their friendship. As they walked into the diner, he did his best to discard the memory of a naked Meaghan underneath him, back in the room.
It wasn’t until he got to their seat that he realized how impossible that actually was. He thought about taking his breakfast to eat in the room alone, and told himself not to be a coward. They would eat together, and enjoy each other’s company. So he sat down opposite her at the table.
“Hey!” She waved her menu at him. “You can have cooked or continental. I’m going for cooked, but you can choose whatever you want.”
Their eyes met, and he couldn’t help thinking she wanted him to go away. Far away. Maybe she was feeling the same way. He couldn’t help obsessing. The scent of the cooked breakfast from another table reached his nostrils, and his stomach grumbled.
“I thought we could work out how we’re going to do things today while we’re eating,” she suggested. “We didn’t talk much about that before.” She trailed off, and he almost thought she was going to say something else, but she didn’t.
“No, it’s fine.” Chase wished he could read her mind. “I…never mind. Don’t worry about it.”
“Tell me.”
“You’re giving me this look. It makes me think you don’t want me around.”
“Ignore it, Chase. It’s hard to describe how I’m feeling. Things are new; different. And different can sometimes be difficult. Things are going to keep being difficult for a while. I have no idea when
Chase dressed quickly before packing up his things on the sofa. He scolded himself for not just coming out and letting Meaghan know he needed to talk. All he really wanted to do was look after her, so if she decided she wasn’t ready to think about what happened, he wouldn’t force the issue. He didn’t regret anything about last night, or this morning.
Maybe he was overthinking things, but to him, being in a relationship with her would be entirely different from being best friends. He needed time to let her make a decision about that. He liked her. No, he loved her. And he had no issue showing it. He’d been so sure when he’d been making love to her, but everything seemed different in the stark light of day.
“What are you thinking about?”
Meaghan’s voice startled him. “Jeez, Meg. Sneaking up on me?” He turned to look at her. “I was thinking about what I want to have for breakfast.”
“Really?”
“Well that, and a few other things.” He could kick himself for not raising it after blowing it up to be such a big deal in his mind.
“The answer to breakfast is easy.” She sounded relieved to him. Maybe she’d been expecting him to bring up last night. “Are you doing all right?”
“Of course I am. When am I not?” He forced a smile. “I just need to get out. Let’s get breakfast.”
“Okay.” She rubbed her eyes. “I wish we didn’t have to wake up so early. I hate the sound of the alarm on my phone.”
“You hate anything that wakes you up. You hate me when I wake you up. It’s not unusual for you to hit me with a pillow when I’m forcing you out of bed.” He walked past her, feeling awkward at the mention of bed. He had to stop himself from squeezing her arm. “Come on. Let’s go.”
Being around her wasn’t easy, all of a sudden. Every time he looked at her, he thought about the expression on her face when she came. He tried to push the memories away, but it didn’t work. She didn’t want to talk about it. He wasn’t sure he did, either. Talking about it meant assessing what was happening. What were they now? And that was the problem. The labelling was hell.
He was hurting. His heart hurt. Being with her was special, wonderful, and one of the stupidest things he’d ever done when he realized it could cost him their friendship. As they walked into the diner, he did his best to discard the memory of a naked Meaghan underneath him, back in the room.
It wasn’t until he got to their seat that he realized how impossible that actually was. He thought about taking his breakfast to eat in the room alone, and told himself not to be a coward. They would eat together, and enjoy each other’s company. So he sat down opposite her at the table.
“Hey!” She waved her menu at him. “You can have cooked or continental. I’m going for cooked, but you can choose whatever you want.”
Their eyes met, and he couldn’t help thinking she wanted him to go away. Far away. Maybe she was feeling the same way. He couldn’t help obsessing. The scent of the cooked breakfast from another table reached his nostrils, and his stomach grumbled.
“I thought we could work out how we’re going to do things today while we’re eating,” she suggested. “We didn’t talk much about that before.” She trailed off, and he almost thought she was going to say something else, but she didn’t.
“No, it’s fine.” Chase wished he could read her mind. “I…never mind. Don’t worry about it.”
“Tell me.”
“You’re giving me this look. It makes me think you don’t want me around.”
“Ignore it, Chase. It’s hard to describe how I’m feeling. Things are new; different. And different can sometimes be difficult. Things are going to keep being difficult for a while. I have no idea when
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