Mr. & Mrs. Impossible!

Chapter 13

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*Arianna Lancaster*

The night before the Ball, I couldn’t sleep. I was restless and a little nervous. I don’t know why it was. Lying on the bed, I rolled over, changing sides so often, it made me tired but I wasn’t sleepy… at all!  

Maybe I was hungry… no, I ate much with Louisia after picking up my dress. Maybe some hot chocolate will do.

So I got off the bed and walked out. It was dark, just illuminated by few night bulbs and it was very quiet. Chase must be asleep peacefully and soundly. After all, what did he have to be nervous about? It was me who had to make a stage presence tomorrow evening not him. It was me who had to bear all the questioning and staring——

I gasped loudly, jumping two steps back as –deep in my thoughts; I walked in the kitchen and turned on the lights and found a half-naked man standing with his back to me, across the counter. Chase!

“Damn it!” I cursed under breath, grasping my chest. My heart jumped up and down wildly. Wasn’t he supposed to be sleeping? And what is he doing in the kitchen at this time of night?

I was kinda startled to see him. Not that I didn’t expect him to be roaming around his own apartment at any time of the day, or night, but it kinda unexpected.

We barely saw each other the whole day. He was out most of the time and Louisia had me quiet busy these days. The only time we talked was during our limo ride to Mrs. McCarthy’s. It wasn’t exactly talking. One word answering it was. If he wasn’t being very nice to me, he wasn’t even rude. It was more like sarcastic dialoguing.

But now as I looked at his back, I was a little startled because it had been quiet a few days I saw him half-naked. Ever since we moved in his apartment, the danger of seeing him like this was over because we slept in different rooms.

Like always, his body was covered with just boxer shorts –royal blue this time and the nude chick, tattooed on his back was staring back at me. Once again it was extremely disturbing to watch it. The nude chick. Him. His back. Naked back. So toned back.

“Alessandra Ambrosio, Brazilian model.” He spoke and I quickly tore my gaze off his back. “You must have seen her.” he added.

“No I haven’t.” I spoke quietly, looking away.

“That explains the staring.” He turned around and grinned darkly.

“I thought you were sleeping.”

“I thought you would be sleeping.”

“I couldn’t.” I crossed him, ignoring his body and made myself hot chocolate for which I was here at the first place. I could feel him watching me but he didn’t say anything until I was finished making.

“Nervous huh? It can be nightmarish.” There was a touch of amusement in his tone.

But I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. “I’m not nervous.”

“So are.” he grinned.

“Not so.” I fired back, rolling my eyes.

“So are.”

“Not so!”

“We can go on the whole night like this.” He grinned.

I sighed, banging the mug on the island and took a stool. Chase sat opposite, sipping from the bottle and still smirking. “So are you going to tell me why you’re nervous or you want me to start assuming?”