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“I’ll stay here,” I tell him. “But only if you tell me why the hell you’re bleeding, and why you gave me an envelope stuffed with cash. If you don’t, I’ll fuckin’ threaten you.”
He lifts an eyebrow. “Threatenme?”
I nod. “Yep. I’m not kissing you again until you tell me. That’s a fucking threat.”
“Is it bad that I want to find out what it’s like to be threatened by you?”
I lean in close, almost kissing him, but at the last moment I don’t do it.
I reach down to palm his cock through his pants, and then I take that away too.
“It’s a little bit like that.”
CHAPTER 17
LOGAN
I let my head hang forward over Chase’s shoulder again and breathe in deeply, getting completely lost in his scent. He smells like raspberry, and shampoo, and faint sweat.
He holds me close, slowly running his fingers through my hair, making my cock thicken just from a fucking hug.
“I punched the edge of a table,” I say softly.
The truth really does just tumble out of me around him when I finally give myself permission.
“What the hell, Logan?” He looks concerned, then moves in for another kiss, like he’s trying to make it all feel better. Right near my lips, he continues. “Tell me more.”
“I didn’t punch it on purpose,” I say.
He leans back a little, looking me in the eye, but he keeps his arms around my waist and the back of my head.
Good.
Too tired to not be touched right now.
He presses another tiny kiss to my lips, lingering there for a moment before pulling away to speak. “Then how?”
“I was trying to punch the couch cushions. You know, a healthy way to get anger out. I’ve been training at a boxing gym while I’m filming forSilent Brutality,and God, you haveno idea how good it feels to hit the punching bag. But pillows and cushions do the trick. In a pinch.”
His brow furrows. “What were you angry about?”
He looks hot when he’s concerned. He looks hot when he isn’t, too.
I slide one of my hands up his chest and run my thumb along one of his thin necklaces, feeling its texture.
“I assume you haven’t heard of Caitlyn Grener?” I ask him.
He shakes his head. “Sorry. No.”
“God, I love that you don’t know any of the top actors right now,” I murmur. “Caitlyn is someone that people mistakenly thought I was dating.”
I end up talking for ten minutes or more, and he holds me close the whole time, periodically punctuating his questions with a kiss. I start telling him the whole story of what happened with Cait, how kind she’s been to me, and I reach for my phone to show him the TikTok with its horrible comments afterward.
Chase brings one hand down, squeezing my forearm.
“That’s fucking disgusting,” he says. “They’re bullying her. Worse than that.”
“My team is already going to release a statement, but you know how the internet is. This will still be believed, by a lot of people.”
