Blurred Lines 1: CHASE
Chapter 31

Sofia-

"Who's that?" Jessica asked. Of course, she noticed how the blood drained from my face..

'What the hell is he doing here? How did he know where I live?'

"Earth to Sofia?" Jessica asked sarcastically in duet with three consecutive raps on the door.

"It's Chase," I said. "Rain check? I'm gonna call you back, promise. Please?" I rambled when her eyes

narrowed to slits.

She groaned, scowling. "You better give me a detailed report, Sofia Collins. This is becoming a habit, and I don't like it! You're neglecting me-" I cut her off, closing my laptop.

'What do I do? I'm not ready to face Chase yet. I don't think I'll ever be. Even on the interview for next week, I am conjuring up good reasons to be out of town on that date. And now this... ugh. What does he want now?'

"Sofia? Open up." He sounded so sure that I was here.

I scanned my apartment, grimacing at the mess in the kitchen. The living room was no better. The throws were unmade, and my blanket hung from the armrest. Some sentences are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on FindNovel.net. Visit FindNovel.net to read the complete chapters for free.Reports and magazines about Chase were scattered on the coffee table. I wasn't stalking him. I'm only doing my job.

'Keep telling yourself that, Sofia."

Alright, I scrutinized his history. That's working with a bit of stalking.

My phone rang again, startling me..

"Hey, I know you're in there," Chase muttered, his voice muffled by the door.

Grunting, I stomped to the door, pausing on the full-body mirror on the entry. I look domesticated in my Red Sox jersey. My hair was tied in a messy bun, and my face glistened with sweat from the heat in the kitchen.

Damn him. Why do I care if I look like a wreck?

'Oh, maybe because he's your first love, you still feel something for him? And... you haven't been able to get yourself off since the night of the club,' the small voice in my head reminded me.

My vibrator couldn't do the job; last night was my life's most torturous night. It was tough hearing my neighbor, Julia, moan and scream how Joe was so good with his fingers, tongue, and big d**k. I've never felt such envy in my entire life, specially bout s*x. "I will knock this door down-"

"Ugh!" I unlocked the door, crossing my arms. "What?!"

Stunned, Chase raised his hand, taking a step back. He held a bouquet of red roses and a cell phone up. "Good morning," he smiled cheekily, flashing his perfect bleach-white teeth.

I hate that smile. I hated that he could wear that plain white tee and jeans better than any man I had seen. His hair sticks out everywhere. I want to run my fingers through it, tug them like I did in the penthouse. White hot flame brewed within my core. I fidgeted, creating friction between my legs.

Kyle had always been the one who initiated our intimate moments. I could count on my fingers that I truly felt. needy for him. And it was never like this. Like I want to rip Chase's shirt and map his skin with my tongue, taste every part of him, scream his name while I pull his hair.

"Fucking hell, Sofia. I would give anything to know what you are thinking," he gruffly mumbled, dropping his hands. He stepped forward until we were standing toe to toe. His presence crowded the already narrow hallway, and my breaths turned shallow. I tipped my chin, pretending I wasn't affected by how deep his voice turned. "What makes you say that?"

He smirked. "It's the way you look at me, Sunshine," he said, going with my virtuous act.

"What look?" my brows furrowed.

He hooked a finger beneath my chin. "You tell me."

I stepped back, pouting. "What are you doing here, and how did you know where I live?"

He glanced over my shoulder. "Aren't you gonna invite me in? I brought flowers," he raised the bouquet, an offering.

Gnawing my lip, I accepted the flowers. "I'm in the middle of something," I reasoned, hoping he'd just go away. I don't want to be around him. His presence in this common area was enough to turn my equilibrium. upside down. What more if we are alone inside? He tipped his nose, sniffing. "I smell food. I haven't had lunch," he pouts.

"I'm busy," I groaned. My hands were itching to slam the door in his face.

The door across from mine opened. Maria, the eighty-year-old lady who knows all the backstory of each tenant, met my eyes.

"Sofia..." she said, pushing her thick glasses up her upturned nose, eyes scanning Chase's backside. "You said you were single," she made a tsk tsk sound and shook her head. Her rollers didn't even move as if they were glued to her hair. "You kids say one thing and do the other," she sounded disappointed.

I grimaced, cursing under my breath. Chase chuckled, facing Maria as he drew me to his side. "We had a huge fight, Avo, and I'm courting her again."

Maria's eyes lit up. "Oh, you are such a charmer," she said. "My Romano looks just like you. I still remember... he'd give me flowers every time we had a fight. Men these days don't do that anymore." Her eyes dropped to mine. "This boy is a keeper. Hear him out and accept his apology." She wiggled her brows. "I bet he could make your tantrum disappear with one good s*x."

My cheeks heat up. Chase burst out laughing, and Maria joined him.

I had no other choice but to let him in. Knowing Maria, she'd do more to embarrass me. I heard what she said about Joe and Julia, the couple next door, and I don't wish to be the subject of her next gossip. "Uhm, I'll keep that in mind," I smiled. Even my toes were blushing.

"Joe and Julia are out of town for the weekend. You can make as much noise as you want. I'm gonna try my new headphones."

I coiled my fingers on Chase's wrist, dragging him inside "I'll see you later, Maria!"

Chase burst out laughing once we were inside. I slapped him in the chest with the bouquet. He rubbed where I hit him, but went on laughing. I glared and couldn't contain my laughter anymore.

"I hate you!" I stomped my feet like a petulant child and headed to the kitchen, but Chase wrapped his arms. around my waist. I paused, my heart skipping beats.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, pressing his chin on top of my head. The rumbling of his chest hasn't toned down. It reverberates through the thin material of our shirts.

"Maria would do great at TMZ. I bet everyone in this building would know about you tonight," I wiggled from his hold.

"No," his tone turned serious. "I'm not sorry about Maria. I'm sorry about what I said at the club."

I froze, my smile fading.