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Chase was mad, but there was nothing he
could do. He stomped out of his master suite,
carrying his pillow, and kicked open the door
to the guest bedroom across the hall.
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He couldn’t get out of line with me. First,
because of my Hulk–like door punching skills.
Second, he’d gotten a call from his mom.
Mrs. Thompson was a hard–nosed.
businesswoman. Though the whole “girlfriend”
arrangement was crazy, going against her
would be worse.
So Chase was stuck with me.
Chase had spent all night in the guest room,
gaming and losing, only falling asleep around
dawn.
He didn’t wake until the afternoon. I was on
the sofa playing games. When I heard him
come downstairs, I looked up.
1:11
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He walked down half–asleep, still wearing just
his boxers, like he didn’t expect anyone to be
there.
His soft hair fell over his forehead, and, broad
shoulders, small waist, long legs…
I can see why he’s a heartthrob, even in this
messy state, he could take a magazine cover.
And, let me give props to how he takes care
of his body. I was getting a good look at
those abs.
“You have been slayed.
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I was quickly yanked back to the game.
Chase woke up and looked furious. He went
back upstairs and threw on a t–shirt, then
beaded to the kitchen avoiding eve contact
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I respawned and went back to hunting the
enemy that killed me before.
A few minutes later, Chase was in my face,
demanding, “You ate all the food?”
I didn’t even look up. “What food?”
“The food that the housekeeper made!”
I looked up, “Oh, right, I forgot to tell you,
Mrs. Thompson had the housekeeper
reassigned. So, there’s no food for you. Or
any meals from now on.”
Chase’s mansion was halfway up a mountain,
far from any grocery store, Uber or delivery
spots.
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So most people who lived here needed a
housekeeper.
He had slept so late, that most places were
closed. No deliveries were going to make it
up here.
Which meant, Chase was going to be hangry.
His face twisted. He was ready to curse me
out, but seeing me smirk, swallowed it down
and went into the kitchen.
I put down my phone and followed him.
He was standing in the kitchen, lost, looking
at all the different cooking gadgets, messing
with this and that, like he was going to be a
masterchef.
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I leaned against the door, watching him try to
figure things out.
Chase turned around and glared, and then
confidently grabbed a pot.
A few minutes later, after breaking a few
bowls, burning a couple of pots and almost
setting the place on fire, the ‘masterchef‘
came running out of the kitchen.
I couldn’t watch any longer. I went past him
and turned the gas off. We were going to get
blown up for real.
Chase was covered in soot and looked
completely helpless. I sized him up. “Dude, if
you don’t know what you’re doing, don’t do
- it. I don’t want to die in a kitchen explosion
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with you.
Chase huffed, “I totally know what I’m doing!
I just need more practice!”
I tried to sound convincing, “Yeah, sure.
You’re the best, you can do anything! You
tried something new today, and that’s what matters! Here’s a gold star!”
Chase’s expression shifted. “Don’t talk to me
like I’m a kid!”
But his cheeks were pink.
