The durian deal Ch 3

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Looking at the pink in his ears, I got an idea. 

“Hungry?” I asked, with a smirk. 

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Chase looked away, his stomach grumbling 

loudly, but he was too stubborn to admit it. 

“Not your problem, is it?” 

I played it cool. “If that’s what you want, then 

I guess I’ll do nothing about it. I was going to 

cook you some pasta.” 

I flopped back on the sofa. A few minutes 

later, Chase, looking like a wounded puppy, 

came and sat opposite me. 

“You said you were going to look after me?” 

he started, like he was asking a favor. 

“You’re getting paid for this, aren’t you?” 

I shrugged. “I asked you, but you said ‘no‘.” 

Chase rubbed his hands, “Okay, I changed my 

mind.” 

Mrs. Thompson was right. Chase could handle 

anything, except being hungry. He had been 

like this since he was a kid. Being hungry was 

worse than a punishment. 

I rested my chin on my hand. “My rule is, if 

you say ‘no‘, you miss out. So, if you want 

food, beg me, why don’t you?” 

Chase looked like he’d been insulted. He was 

ready to storm out, when I changed things up. 

“How about you call me ‘sis‘, and I’ll make 

you some food?” 

His eyelashes fluttered. He looked away, 

cheeks turning red. 

“You wish!” he spat. 

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Oh well, I knew it wasn’t going to be easy. 

But it was funny. I stood up and got to work 

making him a bowl of egg noodles. 

I put it in front of him, and he looked at me in 

disbelief. “Eat it, and then clean your dishes,” 

I told him, arms crossed. “Break any, and I’m 

kicking your ass.” 

Chase’s grateful expression turned to dread. “You’re a psycho…” he muttered. 

I glared at him, “What was that?” 

He went back to eating, saying nothing. 

He was stubborn, but not impossible. 

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Everyone around him was probably from his 

mother, trying to keep him happy and going 

along with everything he wanted. No wonder 

he was so out of control. 

He’d been doing whatever he wanted, getting 

into trouble, being love–sick and using his 

resources to get girls whatever they wanted. 

Mrs. Thompson, though tough, wanted to 

keep the mother–son relationship from 

deteriorating, and couldn’t bring herself to 

hurt him. 

But I was different. I would hurt him. 

Sometimes, though, it wasn’t about violence. 

He was… 

Actually pretty easy to handle