No Strings Attached

Chapter 488

Chase pulled up to the 24-hour convenience store, his car sliding into a spot with the precision of a practiced driver. Without wasting a second, he dashed inside, returning moments later with a telltale box of condoms in hand.

Sasha, slumped in the passenger seat, was nursing a throbbing headache after a night out drinking. Despite the alcohol, her mind was a whirl of clarity. She knew exactly what was about to unfold between them. Did she really want to go through with it? There'd be no turning back after this step. As the thoughts swirled in her mind, the fire within her began to dwindle.

But the moment they pulled into the driveway of his apartment building, and before Sasha could even gather her thoughts, Chase scooped her up into his arms. Without a word, they were in the elevator, his lips crashing against hers with an urgency that couldn't be denied.

She tapped against his chest, "Chase, let go, there's a camera."

But Chase wasn't dissuaded. In fact, his kisses became more fervent. His thigh pinned her against the elevator wall, his hands controlling her wrists. His voice was thick with barely restrained desire. "Sasha, it's too late to back out now!"

With those words, his lips found hers again. Soon, the elevator doors slid open, and they were a tangle of arms and lips all the way to his apartment door.

The moment the door closed behind them, it was as if a switch had been flipped. Chase became more dominant, pressing Sasha against the wall, their clothes shedding in a heated dance. His husky, seductive voice filled her ear. "Sasha, I'm done pretending. I want to be your real boyfriend."

He sealed his vow with another kiss, and the room was instantly charged with an intoxicating atmosphere.

Pinned to the couch, Sasha was overwhelmed by Chase's relentless pursuit. Eventually, she lay there, her body limp and voice hoarse. "Chase, I need a shower."

He was still glistening with sweat, but he smiled down at her and kissed her lips gently. "Together."

That "together" turned out to be another exhaustive encounter.

This night was destined to be extraordinary, sleepless.

It wasn't until the sky hinted at dawn that Chase finally relented. He bathed Sasha and tucked her into bed. Sasha was exhausted from the long day of filming, the alcohol, and the night's activities and fell asleep almost immediately.

Chase held her close, his gaze lingering on her with a growing tenderness. He kissed her lips softly, murmuring, "If only you'd always be this sweet."

The next morning, around ten, Clara had been trying to reach Sasha for hours without success. It wasn't until the last attempt that a deep, raspy male voice answered.

"Clara, she's still out cold."

Clara's eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at her phone. It was definitely Sasha's number. Why was Chase on the other end? And why did he sound so intimate?

Even with her pregnancy brain, Clara was quick to the mark, "Did you two spend the night together?"

Chase was unapologetic. "Yes, I'm your future son's godfather now." Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

Clara chuckled awkwardly, "Was it with Sasha's full consent?"

"What do you think? Could I really force her into anything with her temperament?" Chase retorted.

Clara had to agree. There was no forcing Sasha into anything she didn't want. She'd even fled her own wedding once.

Realizing that Ian's prediction had come true, Clara felt a mix of shock and delight. "When she wakes up, bring her over," Clara said with a laugh. "We haven't all been together in ages. Come to my place for lunch."