Chase:: A Bad Boy Romance

by Kylie Walker

  The waiter arrived with their entrees. They enjoyed some small talk with each other while they ate. She savored the succulent meal until her last bite. When she was finished, she felt so full she had to lean back in her chair. The waiter arrived to take their plates away and asked, “Dessert?” Thomas looked at her with his eyebrows raised.

  “No,” she laughed rubbing her stomach. “I am so full. That was delicious.”

  Taking another sip of his wine, Thomas stretched and inched himself on the seat so he was now sitting beside Angela. His hand reached hers and as he wrapped it up in his, he leaned in and kissed her on the lips passionately.

  Angela immediately pushed him back. “What are you doing Thomas?” She asked him, taking a breath.

  “Just giving my roommate a kiss,” he responded quickly, knowing he had crossed his boundaries with her.

  She looked at him while she tried to clear her throat thinking how handsome he looked but that she only loved him as a brother, not in that way.

  “Just a kiss?” She said with her eyes narrowed. “That was more than a kiss Thomas.”

  “It was just an innocent kiss Angela. Don’t make it into more than what it is.” He said looking annoyed.

  “Thomas, do you have feelings for me?” She asked him as she looked into his bright green eyes. She was almost afraid of hearing his answer. Her body tensed and she was sure her facial expression showed confusion. She clearly didn’t have the same feelings for him.

  “No, well yes, of course I do. But like a little sis, you know.” He slid back to his seat.

  “Well then why would you do that?” Her eyebrows arched not quite believing him.

  “Jesus, Ang. I can’t give my roommate a kiss? I wanted to get a reaction out you. That’s all.” He shot her a nervous smile. He was obviously trying to cover for his actions.

  “Thomas you know I love you with all my heart, just not in that way.” She searched his face; she didn’t want to hurt his feelings.

  “Me too Angela, I have always loved you like a sister, me too,” He said, and then downed the rest of his wine. Standing up he looked at her and extended his hand. “Ready to go?”

  “Yes,” She said, taking it and standing up. “Thomas, I had a wonderful time. Thank you.” She said, smiling a little nervously.

  *****

  Once they were home, Angela slipped off her high heels and headed towards her bedroom to change for the evening. “Do you want a glass of wine?” She heard Thomas call after her.

  “Sure,” she yelled back.

  She closed the door to her bedroom and sat on the bed thinking. Thomas had tried to make light conversation during the ride home, but the passionate kiss he called nothing wouldn’t leave her head. Maybe Joanne was right and Thomas really did have feelings for her. More so than what he was putting on. It made her feel uncomfortable no matter how much he denied it. She only loved him like a big brother and nothing more. Maybe it was time to get her own apartment, she thought as she stood up and unzipped her dress. She would have to talk to him about this again.

  She slipped into a pair of yoga pants and a t-shirt and tied her long black hair into a ponytail before going back out to the living room. When she got there she sat in the black leather armchair beside the sectional where Thomas was sitting.

  “Your wine,” he said, passing the glass to her.

  “Thank you.” She smiled and took the glass from his hand.

  The T.V. was on another football game. Out of the corner of her eye she looked at him. He was staring at the flat screen.

  “Thomas…I was thinking I will start looking for an apartment.” She held her glass up to her mouth and took a sip, not taking her eyes off of his face.

  “Really?” He looked at her with confusion on his face. “Don’t you think it is a bit early? I mean you have only been here a little over a month.”

  “I know, but I think it’s time I get something of my own. That way you can have your privacy.” She smiled.

  She watched Thomas’s chest rise and fall with his breathing. “Are you saying this because of what I did in the restaurant?” His brow knitted with concern.

  “No, no, of course not,” she lied. “I just think it’s time to lay down some roots of my own.”

  “Ang, the rent alone is going to be extremely expensive. Look at how much you can save by staying here a month or two more. Why don’t you stay here until August or September, save your money and then get your own place?”

  Angela could see he was grasping at straws to keep her there. She could almost hear the desperation in his voice. Thomas had done so much for her. The last thing she wanted to do was hurt him.

  “Thomas. You know I don’t have money issues. Blake left me a large insurance settlement.” She played with her ponytail as she looked at her wine glass. “Ok, how about this. I start looking now and try to find a place for August. That will give me all of July to try and find something.”

  “September!”

  “What?” She looked at him puzzled.

  “It will have to be for September,” he said again. “I will need at least sixty days’ notice in order to find a new roommate.” A slow smile formed at the corner of his mouth.

  “You’re a whack job!” She laughed. “You don’t need a roommate! You have always lived alone.”

  “Well, now I do. That is the least you can do Angela.” Thomas looked at her a little more seriously.

  Feeling a little guilty she responded. “Ok. I will find a place for September. No later though.” She told him in a serious tone as she took a long sip of her wine. Two months she thought to herself. She would continue to carry on as usual and hope that Thomas doesn’t try anything with her. She didn’t want the situation to grow any more uncomfortable than what it already was.

  Chapter 9

  It was already Thursday, a day before the long Fourth of July weekend and Angela was trying to finish up all the last minute details for one of her new clients she had just received early in the week. She shut her computer off and turned to the paper sitting on her desk. She had already started looking for apartments that were for rent and could not get over the prices. She found three spaces that sounded half way decent after shuffling through tons of them. She was going to book appointments for the following week to take a look at them.

  She ripped out the page where she had circled the ads, folded it and placed it in her satchel. She pulled out her compact mirror; opening it she looked at her large eyes and patted at one with her finger. Grabbing her light pink gloss, she dabbed some on her lips. It was now five thirty and she was due to meet Joanne at the pub down the street in half an hour for a few drinks.

  She stood up and headed out of her office. “Night Marg,” she smiled at the elderly secretary.

  “Have a great weekend Angela,” Marg said, smiling back.

  Even though the Fourth of July holiday fell on the Monday, Lyons Advertising would be closed on the Friday as well which Angela didn’t mind one bit. She was really looking forward to spending her weekend away in Long Beach with Joanne. She pressed the elevator button and tugged on her gray skirt patiently waiting. Angela stepped in when the doors opened and pressed the button for the lobby. She watched the doors close when a hand slid in between stopping them from shutting.

  “I’m sorry.” She said trying to press the open door button for the person to enter when she heard his voice.

  “Well hello Angela. We meet again.” Steve had a slow smile forming on his mouth as he stepped into the elevator standing almost directly beside her.

  Angela was flustered just at the sight of him. He was wearing tailored blue jeans that showed off his powerful frame with a white dress shirt that had the top two buttons undone. Her large brown eyes followed the tattoos’ that started on his chest snaking up to his neck. She could feel the warmth build between her legs as she tried to form her words. Jesus he was gorgeous.

  “Yes I guess so.” She said, nonchalantly, “Going down?”

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sp; “Are you?”

  “Excuse me?” She cocked her head to the side and looked up at him.

  “Are you going down?” He said, eyeing her delicate frame.

  Angela watched his blue eyes trail her body and her heart skipped a beat. Get a grip already! “Does that matter?”

  “It does to me.” He smiled, revealing the deep dimple in his right cheek.

  She watched his tongue trace his lower lip and thought about how good it felt during their encounter in the storage room last week. She had to get a grip on herself. This man was screwing her boss for Christ’s Sake.

  Angela hit the lobby button hard not responding to him and stared straight ahead trying to avoid contact. She watched him take a step behind her out of the corner of her eye. She could feel his breath on her neck and then she felt his lips graze it.

  “Mm, you always smell so good,” he growled in her ear.

  Angela almost melted right there on the spot. She turned to look at him. “Do you always play two women at the same time?” She asked in an angry tone.

  Looking amused, he replied, “Never. I’m a one gal kind of guy.”

  “Really?” She said, getting more annoyed by the second.

  His head dipped down to her neck and he dragged his lips up to ear. “Are you implying that I do?”

  “Listen, I’m really not the type to play games ok. I know you’re fucking my boss.” Angela took a step forward with her back facing him. She looked over her shoulder as he laughed. His hand reached past her and pressed the stop button on the elevator. She could feel the elevator jolt to a stop. “What are you doing?” She turned to face him. She could smell his sweet cologne.

  “I’m not interested in Kimberly. You are the one that has my full attention,” he whispered. His hand curled around Angela’s waist and pulled her to his chest with aggression. Shocked, she stared up at him utterly confused as his blue eyes bored into hers. She felt his hand trail down her waist to the hem of her skirt. Angela’s heart was in her throat as she felt herself become moist at his touch.

  Grabbing his arms she tried to push away. “I can’t do this again.” She whispered. But did she really want him to stop?

  He whirled her around and pushed her back up against the wall. “Do what?” Steve growled as he planted kisses along her neck. She felt his strong rough hand slide down her inner thigh and she closed her eyes, slowing melting into him. “You’re so beautiful Angela.” His tongue trailed along her ear lobe. Her heart was pounding in her chest as he pulled her lace panties to the side palming her pussy.

  “Play these games.” Angela breathed heavily as she met his eyes. He leaned forward to claim her mouth with his. She didn't move away, knowing she wanted this just as bad. His tongue darted inside her mouth slowly twirling over her own tongue. She couldn't help herself as her hands ran up his back.

  “Mm, you’re so wet.” He growled and kissed her harder.

  His fingers ran over her slit and rubbed her clit and then dipped a finger into her warmth up to his second knuckle.

  “Mm,” She moaned into his mouth. It sent shivers up and down her body as he pushed in deeper. Her chest was heaving as he put a second digit in her.

  He sucked in her bottom lip and pumped his fingers in and out of her slowly. Panting, she couldn’t help but to part her legs giving him more access. It felt so good as the ripples of pleasure coursed through her body.

  “Jesus Christ, Steve.” She moaned his name in his ear. Pure pleasure shot through her.

  His lips ran down her neck, “I have to taste you,” he said, as he pulled his fingers out and kneeled to the floor. He ran his hands up her thighs and pulled her panties down to her ankles. He hiked her skirt up around her waist, exposing her pussy to him. He pushed her legs apart then with his hand and stared at the perfect triangle of her bush that surrounded the swollen pink lips of her pussy. He moved closer smelling the scent of her arousal.

  His thumb slowly circled her button as he looked at her quivering pussy lips pressed tightly together. His head dipped in as he kissed them lightly, tasting her. Angela gasped as tingles shot through her body. Steven slid his tongue inside of her, swirling it around the wall of her sensitive warmth. Her head fell back as she squirmed beneath him and gasped for a breath.

  Steve slowly licked from the bottom of her slit up to the top as his hands wrapped around her ass and pulled her in deeper. Her hands shot down and ran through his hair as she tried to catch her breath. She began to slowly grind her crotch into his face. His tongue felt so good and she felt the waves get closer and closer.

  Steve sucked in her wet lips into his mouth, trapping them there as he ran his tongue up and down them. Grabbing handfuls of hair she could feel her pussy vibrating uncontrollably as he licked all over her sensitive slit. Her heart was pounding as he slid a finger in reaching his second knuckle.

  "Unh,” she gasped at the sensation. He sucked in her sensitive clit as he shoved in a second finger going as deep as he could pumping quicker. "Oh my God!" Angela was shaking uncontrollably. The jolts of pleasure shot through her pussy as he pumped faster. He sucked her clit into his mouth again, running his tongue rapidly back and forth as he felt her body tremble above him. "Oh Steve!" She cried out as her orgasm flooded her body like a continuous wave that crashed into her over and over.

  Angela’s heart was racing as the climax finally slowed. He looked up at her and smiled. "Fuck you taste amazing. I could do that all day."

  Her eyes were still closed as he got to his feet and she was trying to catch her breath. Her lips felt parched and her mouth felt like the Sahara desert. Opening her eyes and looking at his face, she could still see her juices all over him.

  “You really know how to leave an impression on a girl don’t you.” She said, her chest still rising and falling hard. He leaned up against the wall beside her and dipped down and kissed her neck again.

  “I can’t help it.” He said in a low deep voice.

  Angela bent down and pulled her panties up, then fixed her skirt. She wiggled her hips as she slid her hands down her thighs and smoothed the material.

  “Can I see you again?” Steve asked running a finger along her cheek.

  She looked at him, staring into his beautiful blue eyes. He was so utterly gorgeous and sexy.

  “I really don’t think that is a good idea Steve.” She said looking away and pressing the lobby button. She felt the elevator jolt and begin to move again.

  “Why?” His eyebrows shot up.

  “Steve, I saw you with Kimberly.”

  “I’m not with her. I really don’t know what you think you saw but you have it all wrong.” His hand came up under her chin lifting it to his face. His lips grazed hers as he kissed her hard. Their mouths opened swirling their tongues and exploring each other.

  She quickly pulled away when the elevator opened and she heard her name and a familiar voice. Her eyes locked with the bright green eyes staring at her with a hurt and bewildered expression.

  Chapter 10

  Angela uncomfortably looked at her friend. “Thomas, what are you doing here?” She asked. His face showed that he was clearly upset at what he had just seen.

  “What the fuck are you doing Angela? Who the hell is this?”

  “Hey! There is no need to speak to her like that.” Steve stepped between them.

  “Thomas! Calm down for Christ’s sake. This is Steve.” She stepped between them and closer to Thomas. “Steve, this is my roommate Thomas.” She looked back at Steve.

  “It’s nice to meet you Thomas.” Steve extended his hand, trying to play nice.

  Angela watched as Thomas just stared at him with an icy glare. “You’re being rude,” she told him with her hands on her hips. He had absolutely no reason to act like this.

  “So I guess you’re fucking him, right?” He asked in a hostile voice.

  Her hand came up and slapped him across the cheek. She was trembling uncontrollably at the comment her long-time friend had just made. She c
ould not believe he just asked her that. Her blood was boiling.

  She looked at Thomas and then at Steve as her heart raced feeling like she was trapped in between these two men. “I don’t need this shit. I didn’t move to L.A. for this!” Her voice was a ragged mess. The tears brimmed in her eyes and she couldn’t control them as they spilled down her cheeks.

  “Angela. I’m sorry,” Thomas said softly, grabbing her arm.

  Steve stepped in and grabbed Thomas’s hand. “Don’t fucking touch her.” He stood a good three inches taller than Thomas.

  Angela looked at both of them again, her face showing the hurt and anger she was feeling. She looked at Thomas and said, “You! Don’t fucking talk to me until I cool down.” She then turned to Steve, “You! Stay the fuck away from me!” She was yelling and she didn’t care.

  With that she wiped her tears away and she ran out of the lobby and onto the sidewalk. She was a mess and still trying to catch her breath, trying to control the emotions that were whirling through her. Her phone buzzed and she pulled it from her satchel. Her hands were shaking as she checked her messages. “Shit!” She missed four text messages from Joanne. She was supposed to meet her half an hour ago for drinks.

  She text her back, “Can’t make it. Something happened. Meet me at the loft? Please!”

  Angela began walking home. She knew the fresh air would help her calm down. Her mind was racing, trying to replay what had just happened. Why the hell would Thomas act like that? She has never seen that side of him in all the years she has known him...and big deal if he saw her kiss Steve. It was her life for Christ’s Sake! That was the point of moving away from Miami and starting fresh, to move on. She moved a strand of hair out of her face as she walked up to her building five minutes later. Angela entered the loft slamming the door behind her. She threw her satchel on the floor and went to her room and changed into a t-shirt and jean shorts. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she looked at her reflection in the mirror of the armoire in the corner. She hated her reflection at that moment, hated her life. Her eyes were bloodshot from crying and dried black mascara ran down her cheeks. She looked like a raccoon.