No Strings Attached

Chapter 491

With a sly grin, Chase lowered his gaze and captured Sasha's lips in his own.

No matter how she squirmed, his tongue expertly pried open her defenses.

In no time, she melted into his embrace like a kitten, pliant under his bold touch.

His hands, mischievously, roamed over her yielding form, kneading softly.

His voice, husky and seductive, rumbled in her ear.

"Sasha, have you sobered up yet?"

She found herself nodding, almost against her will.

Chase kissed her lips again, a smirk on his face. "Good. Now, I want you to experience my 'skills' while you're wide awake."

Then, he yanked off his tie, and his belt snapped open in the same fluid motion.

It was then that Sasha's head cleared, realizing what this scoundrel intended.

She pushed him away and scrambled out from underneath him.

Furiously, she kicked at his backside.

"Chase, you damn dog! You're always in heat!"

Chase chuckled from the bed. "Who asked you to challenge my prowess? You know men can't stand that. After all the effort I put in last night, I didn't get a single compliment, and you dare to insult my abilities?"

Sasha wrapped herself in a towel she picked up from the floor and, without hesitation, transferred two thousand dollars to Chase's phone with a note – For your services!

Chase, seeing the notification, laughed even more lasciviously.

"Two thousand? Seems a bit stingy for a night with me, don't you think? My first time's worth more."

"First time, my ass! Everyone knows you're the biggest player around. Two thousand is top dollar in this market."

Propping his head on one hand, Chase gave her a crooked smile. "This face is worth more than any top player. Don't you want to consider tipping a little extra? Make it worth my while for next time."

"There will be no next time! You get a one-star review. Now get lost!"

Then, Sasha stormed into the bathroom.

An hour later, the two of them were driving to Ian's place.

Sasha had been cold to Chase in the car, but the minute she saw Clara, her face lit up like a blooming flower.

She dashed toward Clara with excitement.

"Clara, let me say hi to my godson!"

She leaned over Clara's belly, gently caressing it, and began chatting with the baby inside.

The baby seemed to respond, wiggling excitedly.

Sasha hopped up and down with joy. "He moved, Clara! My godson heard me!"

Clara smiled at her. "Yes, you haven't visited him in weeks. He misses you. He was asking about his godmother, wondering why you hadn't come by. I told him his godmother is in love and too busy to visit."

At that, Sasha's smile froze on her face.

Staring at Clara, she demanded, "Did Chase fill your head with nonsense?"

"No, he just mentioned you two slept together."

Sasha clenched her teeth in anger. "Don't listen to his crap. I just had too much to drink, and we ended up rolling in the sheets. No big deal, I'll just chalk it up to hiring a gigolo."

Clara looked at her incredulously. "You didn't sleep with him because you like him?"

"Like that idiot? Please, let's just drop it. Don't bring it up again. It might affect my godson's development." Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Meanwhile, Chase, standing not too far away, had purposefully worn a low-cut blue shirt, leaving two buttons undone to reveal the red mark on his collarbone.

Roger, eyeing the mark, couldn't help but ask, "Whoa, what gave you that bite?"

Chase shot him a glare and tugged at his collar, "It's a love mark, obviously. Can't you tell, or are you blind?"