Chapter 14: Filthy Rich Bosses: Chapter 14

The evening breeze rustles through my hair as I sit on the patio, staring out at the sprawling backyard. Lulu’s warm body presses against my leg, her rhythmic breathing a comforting constant. I scratch behind her ears, grateful for her unwavering presence in the midst of all this chaos.

‘At least you’re not giving me the silent treatment, huh girl?’ I murmur.

Lulu’s tail thumps against the chair’s canvas in response. I can’t help but smile, even as my mind wanders to the events of the past few days. The rescue mission, the arguments, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. And then there’s Chase…

I close my eyes, remembering our latest encounter. The passion, the anger, the raw emotion. We’re making progress, I suppose, even if it’s only in the bedroom. My cheeks flush at the memory.

‘What am I doing, Lulu?’ I sigh, looking down at her mottled coat. ‘I’m still pissed at him, you know. And he’s still upset with me. But God, when we’re together…’

I trail off, shaking my head. Lulu whines softly, as if sensing my conflicted emotions. I pat her head, grateful for her simple, uncomplicated love.

‘Yeah, I know. It’s complicated, girl. You’re so lucky that you never have to go through this kind of stuff.’

The patio door slams shut with a bang, making me jump. I turn to see Cole storming out, his brows furrowed and his jaw clenched tight. He’s muttering under his breath, something about ‘ridiculous expectations’ and ‘unreasonable demands’ and “crazy fucking women”.

I watch him silently as he paces back and forth, his hands running through his short brown hair in frustration. He hasn’t noticed me yet, too caught up in whatever’s bothering him. It’s strange seeing him like this—usually, he’s so composed, so in control.

‘Damn it all,’ he growls, his deep voice carrying across the patio.

I clear my throat softly. ‘Um, Cole? Are you okay?’

He whirls around, his intense eyes widening as they land on me. For a moment, he looks almost embarrassed, like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. It’s kind of…endearing?

‘Spitfire,’ he says, his voice gruff. ‘I didn’t see you there.’

I offer a small smile. ‘Yeah, I gathered that. Is everything all right?’

He hesitates, clearly debating whether to open up or brush me off. I’m betting on the latter—we haven’t exactly been on the best of terms.

To my surprise, he sighs and drops into the chair across from me. ‘It’s just…work stuff. Nothing for you to worry about.’

‘Try me,’ I say, leaning forward. ‘I’m a pretty good listener when I’m not, you know, arguing with people.’

That gets a chuckle out of him—a low, rumbling sound that sends an unexpected shiver down my spine. ‘Fair enough,’ he says, his intense eyes meeting mine. ‘It’s this new project we’re working on. The investors are pushing for faster results, but they don’t understand the complexities involved.’

I nod, encouraging him to continue. As he talks, I find myself drawn into the conversation, asking questions and offering suggestions. It’s…nice, actually. For once, we’re not at each other’s throats.

‘You know,’ Cole says after a while, a hint of surprise in his voice, ‘you’ve got some good ideas there.’

I can’t help but grin. ‘Don’t sound so shocked. I’m not just a pretty face, you know.’

He laughs again, and I feel a warmth spreading through my chest. Who knew Cole Ashford could be…charming?

I’m about to ask about the “crazy fucking women” when the patio door slides open with a soft whoosh. Chase saunters out, his dirty blonde hair tousled and a mischievous glint in his eye. He’s wearing nothing but low-slung sweatpants, and I can’t help but admire the tattoos scattered across his chest and arms.

‘There you are, beautiful,’ he purrs, his gaze locked on me. It’s as if Cole has suddenly become invisible. ‘Ready for our…plans?’

I feel my cheeks flush, remembering exactly what those ‘plans’ entail. ‘Chase, I—’

Cole clears his throat pointedly, but Chase doesn’t even glance his way. Instead, he slides behind my chair, his hands coming to rest on my shoulders. ‘I’ve been thinking about you all day,’ he murmurs, leaning down to brush his lips against my ear.

I squirm, torn between embarrassment and arousal. ‘Chase, Cole’s right here,’ I hiss.

‘So?’ Chase’s hands start to wander, tracing tantalizing patterns on my skin. ‘He can watch if he wants.’

Cole stands abruptly, his chair scraping against the patio floor. ‘I think that’s my cue to leave,’ he growls.

Something in his tone makes Chase finally look up. A slow, wicked grin spreads across his face. ‘Or,’ he says, voice low and inviting, ‘you could join us.’

I freeze, my heart pounding. Did Chase just—?

Cole’s eyes widen in shock. ‘What the hell, Chase?’

But Chase is already moving, pulling me to my feet and into his arms. ‘Come on, Cole,’ he says, his hands roaming over my body as he kisses my neck. ‘Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it. Not like we haven’t shared before.’

I should feel objectified, but there’s something in Chase’s touch that makes me feel…cherished. Desired. I lean into him, my breath catching as his fingers dip beneath the hem of my shirt.

Cole hesitates, his gaze flicking between us. I’m surprised to see the internal struggle playing out on his face.

‘Chase,’ I breathe, not sure if I’m protesting or encouraging.

He responds by capturing my lips in a searing kiss, his hands cupping my face. When he pulls away, I’m dizzy with want.

‘What do you say, Cole?’ Chase asks, his voice husky. ‘Want to find out what you’ve been missing?’

I bite my lip, torn between desire and uncertainty. Chase’s fingers trail along my collarbone, sending shivers down my spine. His touch is familiar, comforting, yet electrifying. I know he’s not trying to use me; this is just Chase being Chase—impulsive, playful, always pushing boundaries.

‘I…I don’t know about this,’ I mumble, my eyes darting between Chase and Cole. I’ve never been with more than one man at a time, but I’ve definitely fantasized about it. I had a friend who indulged in it from time to time, and she occasionally told me some details about her romps. I had found it absolutely titillating.

Chase’s lips brush my ear. ‘You’re in charge, of course, kitten. Whatever you want.’

His words embolden me. I take a deep breath and step back, surveying both men. ‘Okay,’ I say, my voice steadier than I feel. ‘If we’re doing this, we’re doing it my way.’

Chase grins, all boyish charm. ‘I wouldn’t have it any other way.’

‘Kneel,’ I say firmly, pointing to the ground in front of me.

Chase doesn’t hesitate, sinking to his knees without question. I feel a rush of power at the sight.

His eyes lock onto mine, a mix of lust and submission shining through.

I reach down and run my fingers through Chase’s hair, pulling him closer to me. ‘Now,’ I say, my voice low and commanding. ‘Show me how much you want it.’

Chase’s eyes darken with desire as he leans forward and starts kissing along my thighs, slowly making his way toward my core. His fingers hook into my waistband, tugging my leggings and panties down with one swift pull.

‘And don’t forget to use your tongue,’ I add, feeling a thrill of excitement at the thought of controlling him like this.

He obliges, eagerly diving between my legs and flicking his tongue against my clit. I moan in pleasure, arching my back and grabbing onto his hair for support.

Chase’s hands grip onto my hips as he continues to lick and suck at me, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

‘Good boy,’ I whisper encouragingly as he brings me closer and closer to the edge.

I’m teetering on the brink when suddenly Chase pulls away, leaving me frustrated and wanting more.

‘What?’ I pant, looking down at him with confusion and need.

But instead of answering, Chase stands up and pulls out a condom from his pocket. He looks up at me expectantly as if asking for permission.

I nod eagerly, thrilled by this new level of control over him.

Chase sits on the outdoor sectional, and I straddle his legs, taking the condom from him and tearing it open with shaky fingers. My heart is racing with anticipation as I roll it onto his hard length.

I turn to look at Cole over my shoulder. Cole’s eyes lock with mine, and something in him snaps. In an instant, he’s surging forward, his lips crashing against mine with a fierce intensity that takes my breath away. He rips my shirt over my head, and his hands find my breasts, squeezing them roughly as he deepens the kiss.

‘God, you’re beautiful,’ he growls, breaking away. ‘Now ride him.’

I hesitate, caught off guard by his sudden dominance. ‘I thought—’

‘Do it,’ Cole orders, his voice brooking no argument.

Arousal floods through me as I obey, straddling Chase who’s watching us with heated interest. As I sink down onto him, Cole’s fingers find my clit, rubbing in tight circles that make me gasp.

‘That’s it,’ Cole murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. ‘Take what you want from him.’

I start to move, caught between Cole’s demanding touch and Chase’s eager thrusts. It’s overwhelming, intoxicating.

‘Faster,’ Cole commands, and I comply, my hips picking up speed.

Chase groans beneath me. ‘Fuck, kitten. You feel so damn good.’

The praise washes over me, stoking the fire building inside. I’m lost in sensation, in the push and pull of power between us all.