My Mate's Babies.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter 23.

 

Beep. Beep.

'Please come on a date with me. Please. Please. Please.'

I groaned in frustration, tugging my hair. I left my phone on the bedside table and continued brushing my hand through Charis' hair while she laid her head on my shoulder.

Beep. Beep.

'Please give me a chance. I promise you you won't regret it. Please go on this date with me.'

And I received this new text less than twenty seconds later. The 50th freakin' text! Now this really was getting on my nerves.

Since Chase's and Alex's little spat two nights ago, Chase had been even more determined to take me out on a date. In fact, he had been so determined that he had already sent me fifty texts since six o'clock this morning and it was only about eight o'clock now.

Beep. Beep.

'I promise you, you won't regret giving me a chance. Just please go on this date with me.'

I hadn't replied to his texts since his first one yesterday morning when I sent him what I thought in a very blunt way. 'No.' But the man doesn't give up, does he? And with every text, I was getting more and more frustrated.

Bee-

That's it! I had had enough of this crap. It was really annoying the crap out of me. He was really annoying the crap out of me!

Picking up my phone, I dialled his number immediately, and it hadn't even been ringing for three seconds before he answered.

"Hello, Sophia please go on this date with me . . .please," he said before I could even get a word in.

"No. Listen to me: I will not go on a date with you!" I shouted into the phone. I saw Charis and Kaden look at me curiously, but I simply smiled apologetically at them and shook my head, telling them it wasn't anything important.

"Please. Just this one date. Please . . ." he whispered the last part.

"Chase. I am not going to go on this date with you, now please stop texting me and quit leaving all those voice-mails," I said, the desperation clear in my voice.

"I won't stop until you go on the date with me," he bargained.

"Can please quit contacting me? Please," I nearly begged, desperate for him to stop calling or texting me.

"Only on one condition . . .go on this date with me."

"You won't give up, will you?" I groaned in frustration.

"I won't give up until you say yes . . .even if it takes you fifty years."

I sighed and tugged my hair, obviously annoyed. "Fine, just one date. Just one Chase."

"Yes! Thank you. Thank you. Thank you so much. I'll pick you up tomorrow at eleven," he said with an excited tone. I could just picture him with a massive grin on his face right now, while he fist-pumped the air and danced around like a fool- much like he does to cheer the twins up. A few days ago, he was dancing to Gangnam Style, which sent the twins doubling over in laughter.

A faint smile appeared on my lips as I remembered him dancing around like a fool- and let me tell you, he was possibly the worst dancer I had ever seen.

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After dropping off the twins at my Mom and Dad's house, I came back home, slightly anxious about the date with Chase. Mom and Dad loved the twins, so they were more than happy to look after them while I was away.