My stalker

4

I was lost in the music, feeling myself, maybe a bit too much. The energy on the dance floor was electric, but after a few guys tried to approach me, I started getting annoyed. I was ready to leave when suddenly, Chase appeared in front of me, gently pushing me back into the crowd.

"I don't want to dance anymore, let me go," I said, my irritation clear in my voice.

He leaned in, his breath warm against my ear as he whispered, "They can't do anything now. Just enjoy your time."

His words sent a shock through my body, making my heart race. For a moment, I forgot how to move, lost in the deep timbre of his voice. I snapped out of it, shaking my head, and forced myself to relax. He was right there, so close. Too close. But I liked it. I turned around, pressing my body against his, my back flush with his chest, and started dancing again, this time with more intent. My hips swayed, brushing against him, teasing him with every movement.

Chase leaned down, his voice a low growl in my ear. "Ma'am, if you keep this up, it won't end well."

His warning only made me smirk. Instead of stopping, I pushed harder, feeling him stiffen behind me. My hand slipped up to rest on the back of his neck as I danced, laughing breathlessly. His touch was everywhere—without even laying a finger on me, he was controlling every inch of my body.

The alcohol buzzed through me, and I lost track of time. Eventually, my body grew heavy, exhaustion setting in. The girls had already left, and it was just me and Chase.

"Ma'am, it's late. We should go," he said softly, his hand resting on my arm.

I pouted, slumping down into a seat. "I don't want to," I mumbled, still riding the high of the night.

He smiled, a brief flicker of warmth breaking through his usual stoic expression.

She's driving me insane. So sexy and yet so damn cute. My self-control is hanging by a thread. If she knew the things I wanted to do... just one sound from those lips and I'd be gone.

"Come on, let's go," he urged again.

I looked up at him with mischievous eyes. "Carry me, then. 'Cause I'm not leaving this place on my own two feet."

He chuckled, surprising me. "Alright."

He stood up and... walked away. What? Huh?

I watched in confusion as he left the VIP section. Before I could react, I heard him talking to the valet, getting his car keys. My head was spinning, trying to piece together what was happening. I reached for another shot, thinking I'd just sit and wait him out, but before I could down it, he was back—with a cigarette between his lips—and without a word, he scooped me up and threw me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing.

"Chase! Stop! It was a joke!" I shrieked, pounding weakly against his back.

He kept walking, cigarette still dangling from his lips, completely unbothered. A few workers nearby chuckled, clearly entertained by the scene we were making.

"Oh my God, Chase! Everyone's looking! Put me down!" I yelled, mortified.

He didn't even break stride. "So?"

I was speechless, my face burning as people stared. When we finally reached the car, he gently set me down and opened the door, easily lifting me into the passenger seat like I was a doll. I stared at him, wide-eyed, as he buckled my seatbelt with a soft click.

"Wow, Chase," I said, still reeling from the whirlwind of what had just happened.

He looked straight into my eyes, smirking. "You asked for it, you got it," he said, his voice rough but playful. Then, without another word, he shut the door.

When he climbed into the driver's seat, I couldn't hold it in any longer—I burst out laughing. "Oh my God, Chase, it was a joke! I'm so embarrassed. We can *never* come back to this club again."

He chuckled, glancing over at me. "That's not really an option for me."

I turned toward him, raising an eyebrow. "Why not?"

Ge just smirked.

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