I'm His

11

The next week flies by. Chance and the gang keep good on their word to stop being so aggressive with Giovanni's people, and as a result I get to see him more often. "And, as promised..." Chance helps me off the ramp and onto the yacht. Nearby, a small crew gives us all a polite, respectful bow, which leaves me feeling floored. "I know by now I shouldn't be surprised, but when you said you had a yacht, I..." I trail off, looking around. "Pictured something smaller?" I nod. "Especially since it has a crew..." Like a navy vessel, or a pirate ship or something. "That's only when I don't feel like maintaining it myself. It really can be a one man job, but I want to make sure you're the only thing on my mind all weekend, baby." I tilt my head with a small smile. "Are we going out to sea that long?" We walk down the length of the yacht and I soak as much of the scenery of it in as possible. "Mhm. But don't worry, they know not to bother us. It'll be like we're all alone." He grins at me, winking.

Then he gives me a tour of the yacht, which is honestly bigger than all the apartments I've ever lived in. "I have no idea why I was thinking of a little fishing boat. Or a canoe or something." I grimace at my own naïve thoughts. "Once you're with me, I'll make sure you never think that small again." Chance keeps me tucked close to his side, that possessive arm over my shoulder making me feel safe and protected. "You're going to expect the best because you deserve the best. And I'm gonna make sure to treat you like no other man ever will." I blush furiously but hug him closer.

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I'm already in my swimming trunks, so we jump right into the pool on deck. Or at least I do. Chance reminds me of our conversation during the dinner date and starts grilling up some lobsters. "And you're sure you know how to cook those?" Chance grimaces at me, clacking a pair of tongs in my direction. "Yes, I do. Because I'm not a pleb." I pout at him. "Hey!" I huff. "What? It's true. I was raised with an appreciation for the finer things." 'I appreciate finer things...' I smirk when I think of the perfect comeback. "Yeah, you know how to cook a lobster but you don't know how to properly clean bloodstains..." I chuckle at him through my triumphant smile. "Don't make me throw a live lobster in there with you. Because I will. One hundred percent." I raise my brow in challenge. "If you do I'll just eat it." 'I don't think I could go as far as eating a live lobster, but of course I blurt out that...' "Woof. See? Savage." I chuckle at him and his silliness. The speakers on the boat play a collection of Bach music, Chance's favorites. As land gets further and further away, my excitement grows.

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"Come on. Let's check out the view." Much like our special place in the observatory, when we're out at sea we can really appreciate the city. "Okay, feel free to call me a pleb, but...why is there a hot tub on a boat?" Splashing a foot out of the water, I settle in comfortably next to Chance. "The point of a boat is to keep the water outside." Chance just gives me a flat look, mixing some martinis for us. "...You did give me permission to call you a pleb, right?" I shake my head. "No." I quickly take it back, reaching over to a plate of strawberries he'd chopped up for us. It rests on the edge of the tub within easy reach, so I pop a few into his mouth. "No, I didn't say that." "Mhmm." He swallows the strawberries, but some of the juice is still on his lips. So he gives me a sweet, sticky kiss, and I giggle. 'He's lucky strawberries are my favorite fruit.'

"So, did you come up with this little date all on your own?" I inquire nonchalantly. "What do you mean?" He asks, looking at me with a frown. "I'm..." I laugh, ducking my head to make sure he can't see the way my eyes water. "Happy. Really happy." Meeting Chance has been a rollercoaster, but through it all...I've never been happier than when I'm with him. "Good...that's what I want." Scooting closer, Chance puts a hand behind my head, pulling me in for another kiss. I'm open to him, yielding to that intense, powerful personality. Stroking down his chest, I catch the drawstrings of his swim trunks, toying with them before daring lower. In retaliation, he pinches my nipple, but not hard enough to hurt. "Ch-Chance!" I stammer, face turning red, but I'm laughing. "You know, you're the only thing that hasn't come easy to me."