Chase Amour Romane & Geschichten

Chase: I slept great, thanks for asking I blushed, noticing that Amber-Rose was peering over my shoulder to look at my phone. "Who is that?!" She screeches attempting to grab the phone but I jumped back too quickly. I start to run from her until I see a familiar black Lamborghini parked nearby. I run to the car with Amber-rose and go over to the driver's side smiling as Chase rolls down the window. "What are you running from?" He asks as he sees me panting with a smile on my face "I-" "You better not have a boyfriend Nadine!" I hear Amber-Rose growl as she approaches

Chase muttered. He was overwhelmed with joy. The Damon he know hated the contact of ladies. He doesn't stay in the same space with them except for work. Chase doesn't even remember the last time his friend and cousin touched a lady not to talk of kissing and carrying her in his arms. No this lady must be a superhero" nothing would make him believe otherwise. "Don't exaggerate Chase. She was drunk. You don't expect me to leave her there at the club do you?" Damon tried putting his friend and cousin in check but he couldn't.

She was smiling at the camera with practiced perfection, a massive diamond glinting on her left hand. The video clip began playing automatically. Chase stood at a podium, microphones thrust toward him, looking somber and vulnerable in a way I knew was completely fake. "I'm incredibly grateful to have found true love again," he said. "After the devastating heartbreak I experienced with Veronica Whitmore..." he paused, as if it pained him to even say my name, "—I honestly didn't think I'd be able to open my heart again. But Laura... she showed me what real love looks like. What loyalty and integrity looks like."

she said and hurried off. Chase turned back around toward me. “It helps to have a pretty face, not that you would know.” I glowered. This insult was entirely adolescent, very much Chase. He might have been young, but he was still in his early twenties. Instead, he cast insults like a middle-schooler. When I didn’t engage with this nonsense, instead just glaring steadily back at him, his smile wavered slightly but he continued. “This isn’t going to work, you know,” he said. “This morning Amber couldn’t get away from you fast enough. Now you believe by showing up here, she will somehow be impressed?”

“And we’ve been together on and off for four years. And… we also have a girlfriend. Her name is Pam.” I blink. “Oh shit. I didn’t know that. I thought you were just gay.” He laughs. “No. We’re a throuple. Chase is around more because Pam travels a lot. She’s an entertainer.” I squint. “What kind?” “Not that kind. She’s a real dancer. On broadway.” “Oh,” I nod. “Well, bring her by so we can meet her.” My father agrees. “You should.” Silas and Chase exchange a look, smile then nod.

I had a hard time seeing him at first, but then I saw him, standing in the middle of the dance floor… not alone. I looked at the girl in front of him, clinging to his neck. “Stephanie?” I said, shocked and in disbelief. What was she doing here? “Who’s that?” Lorenzo asked. “Arzhel’s first love,” I bitterly said. “Oh,” Lorenzo said. He looked worried. I just clenched my palms. There was nothing I could do. The next thing I knew, I kept accepting every shot they offered me until I felt my world spinning.

A laugh slipped from my mouth as I grabbed my phone, calling the one person who always knew how to make surprises even better Vanessa. My cousin and best friend. The person I trusted more than anyone. The call barely rang before her voice chirped through the line. “Eve! To what do I owe this honor?” I laughed. “Hey, Nessa. What are you up to?” “Oh, you know. Just dealing with life’s chaos. What about you?” “I need your help with something special.” Her interest piqued. “Special? Do tell.” I took a deep breath, my excitement bubbling over. “Sebastian and I have our anniversary in two nights, and I want to plan the most perfect evening ever. A private dinner, candlelight, soft music, all his f

As it turned out, women were better off having a passion of their own rather than obsessing over a man's birthday. I kept my face impassive as I brushed past Jacob and made a beeline for my business partner's lounge. As I walked away, Ivana called out after me, though her voice faded with each step I took, "Ariel, don't be mad anymore! Jacob's been trying to reach out to you the last couple of days, but you refuse to pick up his calls…" If Jacob was plain stupid, Ivana was purely a lost cause. Jacob and I were over. What person in their right mind would pick up calls from their exes?

He called it his protection charm and swore he'd never take it off. Then, Fiona showed up, and it was gone. I scrolled through her Facebook. On February 14th, Carl gave her a sapphire necklace, carved from the flawless heart of a single stone by master craftsmen. That same day, he gave me one too, studded with broken bits of sapphire. On July 7th, he bought the finest moonlight silk to have a custom gown made for Fiona. Meanwhile, I got a moonlight silk scarf. Entry after entry, I kept scrolling, each one carving out my heart a little more.

I grabbed the phone from her hand and just laughed after reading the blog post. ' Chase Marcus Cage is on a flight going to Los Angeles to check on his girlfriend, model and socialite Clara after she was attacked and robbed yesterday as she came from Balos club.'