Songs Unsung - Book One

Chapter Twelve

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I woke to find myself lying on a white leather couch in an unfamiliar large room. Blinking through blurred eyesight, I tried to regain my focus. I squinted down at my body to see a cream, hand woven wool blanket draped over my legs.

As I rolled my head to the side, I saw an older man sitting beside me. I immediately jumped to sit up from the couch in surprise, letting out a squeal of fear. As I did, a sharp pain instantly hit my temple causing me to raise my hand to my forehead in comfort as the room spun around me.

The older man rushed to my side, holding both of my arms steadily as he whispered "shhhhh everything is okay Annabelle. I'm Doctor Morgan and we're going to fix that nasty bump on your head.

As he lowered me back down to lay my head on the soft pillow, memories of Antonio, falling to the floor and searching for the exit flashed back to my mind. "Chase" I whispered as I closed my eyes and fell back to a deep sleep.

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I woke feeling like I had slept an entire day and made my way to the bathroom. Whilst standing in front of the mirror, I pulled my hair into a ponytail and fastened it with an elastic band from around my wrist, at the top of my head. I turned the faucet to run warm water over my hands before cupping them to wash my face. With closed eyes, I felt for the towel that sat on the basin next to me and pressed it to my face allowing the water to absorb into it.

A warm touch ran under my top and rubbed my waist. Another hand ran over my shoulder and down to my elbow. The warmth and tenderness made goose bumps rise on my skin. A soft, gentle breath blew over my neck before warm lips nuzzled my earlobe. I dropped the towel to the basin and moaned in pleasure. My eyes remain closed as I savor every second of this moment. Gentle kisses flow back down my neck and stop at my shoulder. I slowly open my eyes and see Chase's lust filled eyes lock with mine in the mirror. He turns my body to face his and..

...I open my eyes to see bright light all around me. I feel damp from sweat and breathe heavily in shock. "That was a dream?!" I think as a wave of disappointment flows through me.

I sat up in an effort to process where I was. Large windows frame the entire room. White gloss tile lines the floor and a large, flat screen TV mounts the wall in front of me. Under it, a glass fireplace laced with white stone allows me to see straight through to the next room. A small set of stairs lead up to an open foyer that houses a black grand piano and next to it I see Chase... CHASE?

"I was beginning to get a little worried for a moment" Chase states with a slight smile. "Here" He walks toward me and hands me a cup of hot coffee. "I was hoping you would wake soon so I made coffee to hopefully tempt your senses back to the real world" he laughed.

I found it hard to make eye contact with him. Not only because he was standing shirtless, showcasing his tanned, chiseled abdomen and wearing only a pair of white knee length shorts, but because in my mind, we were just in the bathroom full of lust.

Chase took a seat at my feet as I thanked him for the coffee and tried to imagine him as anyone but Chase Thomas.

"Where are we?" I asked as I shuffled to sit up properly and gain a good grip on the hot mug.

"We're at my home" replied Chase with a shy smile

"What? You live here?" I looked around the room once again in amazement. "Why am I here?"