Lucky

Chapter 9: Clover

"Left a bit...no...right a bit more...now up...ok...now down...no that's still not right...try left-"

"CLOVER" Chase rubs his temples in a stressed manner and takes a breath until he begins again "clover, please for the love of god, it's been 20 minutes of this you have got to pick a place, it's just a photo" I gasp and grab my chest, how could he?

"Just a photo"

"Oh you've fucking done it now chase, here she goes" my older brother Ace says, who's helping me move into Chases pent house or 'bachelor pad' as he keeps calling it.

"This Photo is of the greatest man alive and it has his signature on it" my most valuable possession is not one of my designer handbags or shoes, not my expensive diamonds or The pink Porsche my dad got me for my 18th that I've never driven.

It is in fact a photo of Matthew McConaughey with his signature on it that my dad got for me when he met his agent at a party a few years back.

He's my husband, he just doesn't know it yet.

"I don't get girls" Chase sighs, and my brother nods.

"I've been married to indigo for 22 years and I still don't get half the shit she does" my dads voice booms through from the kitchen.

"I heard that Greyson!"

"In a good way baby, I wouldn't change you for the world!" My dads panicked voice answers my mother and I can imagine her smirk now.

"Well there are a few things I'd change about you" she responds

"Yeah that's....wait what! Like what!"

"Well that beard has got to go for starters..."

"You told me you liked it!"

"Well I thought you'd pick up on my hints!"

"What fucking hints indigo...there were no fucking hints!" There voices trail off as they leave to probably go get some more stuff from the cars and chase looks slightly uncomfortable.

"Jesus, I'm never getting married" he announces and walks through he door and out the spare bedroom, leaving my precious picture wonky, but I don't change it. I actually rather like it.

"Ok leafy" my brother says and I glare at him, I hate that nickname, a clover might be a plant but that doesn't mean he has to call me a leaf.

"If he even so much as tries to stick his dick in you, you call me straight away and I'll bring you home. Call me if you feel uncomfortable, unsafe, drugged. If you've been shot, stabbed or scratched I want to hear about it. Get it?" I nod and smile softly at his overprotective speech. He wraps me up tightly in his arms and places a kiss on my forehead.

"Ti amo" he whispers just as his phone buzzes. He waves me goodbye and I get up and start arranging the pillows on my bed.

It's just for a few months.

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I've been lining with chase for 12 hours 3 minutes and about 10 seconds, and usually I'd give things more time but to some up how I'm feeling in a few short words it would be:

I'm going to kill myself.

This morning, the little fuzz nugget woke up at 5am and made a coffee with his loud as bananas coffee machine and when I stomped in and tried to whack the stupid machine with my pillow, he told me how expensive it was and then proceeded to grab my pillow slap it bang in the middle of my chest and push me back to my room.

What a sociable guy.

I get dressed into a pair of grey cycling shorts and a large hoodie before slipping on my uggs and leaving the apartment, just as the door clicks shut a familiar voice makes me jump from behind the door. The door then opens again as I turn around.

Chase appears in front of me wearing a black hoodie and some grey sweatpants with wet hair and as usual a rain cloud over his head.

"Where are you going?" He looks at me waiting for an answer and I oblige, not that it's any of his business.

"To work" I spin around but I'm pulled to a stop when chase grabs the back of my hoodie and grunts.

"I'll take you" he tells me and I immediately cringe at the idea of sitting in a car.

"No no it's fine, I'll walk" I reassure him but he's already striding out in front of me with his keys to his lambo swinging on his finger.

"I really don't mind walking" I repeat and stumble to keep up with him but he just ignores me and gets in the elevator.

"I said I can walk"

"I know, you won't though" pig face.

"You're not the boss of me" I tell him and cross my arms as the elevator opens and we step out into the marble themed lobby, making our way out front to we're the valet pulls up in chases black Lamborghini and chucks him the other key.

"Clover?"

"Yup"

"Get in the fucking car" he warns me, opening his door and revving the engine.

I take a deep breath and push my fears to the side, it's just a car. It's only chase.

I go around the other side and hop in reluctantly, he mutters something like a 'finally' under his breath and speeds off. I clutch onto the seatbelt and look at him wide eyed.

"Chase!"

He looks over at me lazily and rolls his eyes.

"What?"

"Put your seat belt on right now" he shakes his head slightly and focuses back on the road.

I didn't have my seatbelt on when the accident Happened and look how that turned out, I hate it when people don't wear their seatbelts. Chase knows that.

"Please" it's almost a whisper but I know he heard me. He reaches behind him and grabs his seatbelt. When it clicks in place I breath out a sigh of relief and thank him quietly.

He just nods and glances at me from the corner of his eye. The rest of the drive we're silent.

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