Blurred Lines 1: CHASE
Chapter 8

~Sofia~

Thirty minutes and counting. That's the running time of my call with Jessica. Half of which we spent in Crumpled tissue littered my bed. Jessica moved to her couch, nursing a glass of lemon water. And just "When is the wedding?" I asked, wiping my puffy cheeks.

Jessica sniffed. The lemon swirled with the ice cubes as she sipped her drink. "A month from now. Kat My throat tightened. "How far is she?"

Jessica hesitated. "Six weeks."

The time frame fits Katerina's story perfectly. "Huh," I huffed, "I bet Serafina couldn't wait to announce She snorted. "You guessed right. And she's another source of my headache. She was the one who twee 'Why am I not surprised?'

"I asked Katerina to bring her to the office tomorrow. She needs to be debriefed on what not to do if s "Kyle..." I choked on his name, "is he coming with her too? To talk about 'their' wedding."

Jessica paused, considering her reply. "I asked Katerina to bring him too," she said, face turning sour." face, I need to s**k it up, endure breathing the same air as him, and control the itch of cutting his ball It was nice to know that Jessica's professionalism is winning over her loyalty to me. She's on my side, putting you in this position. Katerina was supposed to be my client."

She shrugged. "I'd take on Katerina for you anyday, babe... anyway, speaking of clients. Rio, hm? How Chills blanketed my feet. I tucked it beneath my bum insearch of warmth, confused about this sudden Jessica's brow tipped to the ceiling, regarding me inquisitively

"Everything is fine," I murmured. My heartbeat was gaining speed. "Mr. Montiero provided me with this My best friend's eyes sla*ted, scanning my entire face. The intensity of her gaze alighted my chest in s "Why are you blushing over a penthouse? I mean, I get it. Luxury is hot, but that's not you."

e, crying.

me, tissue could be seen everywhere on her end.

vants to get married before her belly swells."

n's engagement with Katerina Simone."

out Kyle and Katerina's 'secret' relationship." Lips pursed, she made an air quote. "She tagged Katerina with a quote, 'soon, we'd be mother and daughter."" lly wants an 'intimate' wedding," Jessica continued.

kill him, but you know how we do things at LBPR. We need to speak with everyone involved in this kind of situation. Even if I don't want to see that mor*n's Being a decent human had never been so challenging, Soph."

no doubt about that, but compromising her job because of my personal issue will not improve this situation. "Thank you, Jess," I said, sniffing. "And sorry for mysterious billionaire client treating you?"

n the air.

beautiful penthouse...." warmth.

I hate that she knew me too well. It's true, though. Even if Kyle pampered me with expensive gifts and took me to places I only saw in magazines, that's not the reason I loved him. I saw the good in him, how he cared for me and how he treated me when we were together. 'Where' doesn't matter to me; it's 'who' I spend my time with that matters. I groaned internally.

"And you're groaning...." Jessica insisted.

I ran my palm over my face.

"Is he hot? Coz Georgia won't give me details about your new client. You want a rebound, and this client could be it. F*ck professionalism, yeah? Boss Lewis would forgive you for f*cking a billionaire once-" Ryu Chase"?

"It's Chase," i blurted out.

See what I mean? Her persistence could choke the answer out of me from Boston to Rio.

Crickets. I literally hear crickets, and that never happens. Jessica Thompson never ran out of words to say.

"Come again?" she demanded.

"It's Chase."

"Chase? Your Chase!?"

I nodded.

"F*ck me. I need details, like right f*cking now."

Glancing at the clock, my eyes widened. I only have an hour left before Chase comes to pick me up.

"Rain check?"

"What? No!"

"He's picking me up for dinner."

"Absolutely not, Sofia Adeline Collins!" Jessica grunted. "Is this Chase Clark?!..."

With my eyes shut, I cut the call short. I will deal with her later. First, I need to get ready.

In the bathroom, I stared at my reflection. 'Dinner with Chase.' I stared at my hand, clutching the counter's edge. It was shaking.

'I'm having dinner with Chase.... If not for this pain in my chest, I would've considered this to be a dream. But everything was real... Kyle cheating on me, and now Chase taking me out on a date.

Vam confused, disturbed, annoyed, and irritated, there was an underlying excitement beneath these negative feelings, too. And Chase is the reason for that.

Sh*t!

Forty minutes later, I was sitting in front of the vanity mirror, fixing my hair. I chose to go comfy. They say you could never go wrong with black, and I hope I chose right. Some sentences are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on FindNovel.net. Visit FindNovel.net to read the complete chapters for free. The dress reaches the middle of my thighs, held by inch-wide straps over my shoulder. With very little time left on the clock, I tied my hair in a high ponytail. To finish my look, I grabbed the pouch I lazily threw in my luggage, containing what little jewelry I own.

My hands froze once I opened the pouch. Everything inside reminded me of Kyle. The stud diamond earrings he gifted me on our first anniversary, the gold bracelet with my initials on our second, and the necklace with an 's' pendant. The only one missing from this collection was my diamond ring. My engagement ring. 'How can someone this thoughtful cheat on me like that?'

I stared at these gifts, the memories of 'us' inundating my head, knocking the air out of my body.

It was painful knowing everything would just be a memory now. The reason for the smile painting my lips is now the reason for the tears dousing my cheeks.

I tried to hold it in, but I couldn't help it.

Reality is hitting me right where it hurts. He's gone, truly gone, and all I could do was accept it.

The doorbell rang. I jumped in my seat, knocking over the accessory pouch. The gifts worth more than my monthly salary adorned the shiny floor. I plucked a ply from the tissue holder, dabbing my cheeks quickly, and dashed to open the door.

I gaped at the man standing before me. Sporting a dark gray long-sleeve and fitted jeans, Chase holds a bouquet of roses in one hand and a leather jacket in the other. A messy nest of dark blond curls framed his face. His blue eyes traipsed over my face down to my body, regarding me with furrowed brows once our eyes locked.

"Who the f*ck made you cry?"