Chapter-29

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"Hello." Says Beth, coming out of the elevator. "Well, well, what do we have here?" She looks at us. "Missed me fiance? I was busy with some shoots." She asks Chase. Did she just call my boyfriend her fiance? Did she not get the memo last time?

"What are you doing here?" He asks.

"Aww, is this how you'll greet me?" She asks, laughing a little. Is she high or what?

"What do you want?" I ask.

"Oh, it's the whore." She smirked.

"Talking about ourselves now, are we?" I raise a brow.

"I have a proposition." She says, suddenly serious and turns her gaze towards Chase.

"I don't care." He replies.

"You will. Here or in your office?" She asks.

Is this bitch deaf?

"I said no. Didn't I?" He says, getting annoyed.

"If this is how you want it." She shrugs before pulling out an envelope from her purse and pulling out some pictures from it and handing them to Chase. Our pictures to be specific, Me and Chase cooking together, pictures of us sleeping, us kissing even the pictures from the airport. I look at her, she has an ugly smirk on her face as if she did something great.

"What? You want me to pay you for these pictures? I would've, if the quality was great." He says, breaking the silence. The smirk on her face disappears before she smiles again.

"I'll sell them to paps." She says. "If-"

"Go ahead. I don't care." He cuts her off and hands back the pictures to her.

"Think about it, everyone will know you're sleeping with your assistant. Some might pull out from the deals. Lots of bad press." She says exaggeratedly. "Or you can announce our engagement to the public. It'll help us both, I'll get more contracts and you'll have me. I'll accompany you everywhere you'll need me to. You can get rid of this bitch." She says, looking at me with disgust.

"The only bitch I'm getting rid of is you." He says as two guards appear out of no where. When did he call them? "Escort her out. She's not allowed inside the building anymore." He said to the guards.

"You can't do this! We're meant to be! You are mine!" She yells as the security holds her arms, pulling her with them.

"Can I punch her? Please?" I ask slowly as he holds my hand and turns me around.

"No."

"Please?" I ask.

"She's not worth it." He says, combing my bangs with his fingers.

"Fine. Can we order lunch instead?" I ask with a sigh.

"Okay." He replies, closing the door of his office.

He lets me take his seat as he stands beside me ordering something for us. "Do you think she'll sell the pictures?" I ask.

"Don't know. She's a psycho." He shrugs.

"What if she does?" I ask, biting my nails.

"Stop stressing about it." He keeps his hand on my head trying to comfort me?

"You look extra hot today, you know that?" I ask.

"Is that why you keep looking at me?" He asks with a raised brow.

"Umhmm, Lydia also agreed. And oh, that new assistant manager, she was also looking at you. Wasn't she gorgeous?" I ask.

"I wouldn't know darling, you're the only gorgeous woman that I see." He says, turning around and typing something on his laptop. Good good, he doesn't have to see me blushing. "You're my date for the gala this weekend." He says.

"Is it that Charity one?" I ask, he hums in response. "Saturday or Sunday?" I ask again.

"Saturday." He replies.

"Oh." That's like..the day after his birthday. "Do you think Beth will be there?" I ask.

"Probably." He murmurs.

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Piccolo behaved really nice with Marie which I'm so thankful about. She praised him for being a good boy. He sleeps alot though. It's been an hour since we came back and he's sleeping.

I moved forward to pick him up but I was pulled back with my tshirt by Chase. "He's sleeping, why do you have you pick him up?" He frowned.

"I was going to pet him." I say, my lips curving downwards.

"He can get lost." He said as he wrapped his arms around me from the back.

"That's so mean." I comment.

"He tried to scratch me in the morning!" He defended himself.

"You were pulling him away from me." I remind him.

"You were kissing him. You can't put your mouth on that creature. It's like I'm kissing him." He says, probably making a disgusted face. I don't turn around to see him.

"You should kiss him. You're his dad." I advised.

"I'm not." He says.

"Yes you are, you adopted him with me."

"When did that happen? I just agreed to let you keep him." He says, confused.

"When you decided to name him, now shut up." I try to put my hand over his mouth but end up pulling a muscle.

"Leave, leave. I pulled a muscle." I whine in pain, he leaves me immediately, I stand up relaxing my arm.

I look at Pico and then at Chase from the corner of my eye, who was lying on the sofa with his arms still open. Dork.

I pick up Piccolo and run upstairs. "That's not fair!" I hear him yell as I hear his footsteps behind me, before I could enter his room I feel his hands wrapping around my waist and the floor disappearing from under my feet.

"Put that little bastard away." He says.

"You're being so mean today! Say sorry to Pico." I say, tilting my head up to look at him. He just kisses my head. "Say sorry to Pico." I repeat.

"He didn't even hear that." He says flatly.

"Okay, put me down." I say.

"You put him away first." He says.

"Okay. I will. Take me near his bed." I sigh.

"Okay." And he drops me. "Go put him away." He says. Asshole.

Covering Pico with the little blanket we got him, I walked out of his room and went downstairs. There he was, taking out things to cook something?

"What are you cooking?" I ask.

"Spaghetti and meatballs." He replies.

"Ohh make that spicy." I tell him, dragging a stool to sit in front of him. After looking at him work around the kitchen for 10 minutes, I decided to annoy him like he annoys me while I cook and stood up. I hugged him from behind.

"What are you doing?" He asks.

"It's called hugging, boo." I reply.

"Really? I couldn't have figured that out for days." He says, gasping dramatically. I pinched his nipple, he's being so mean today. This time he gasps in pain. Hah, take that.

"I'll hide your cat in sleep." He threatens.

"I'll shave your eyebrows in sleep, try me." I say, biting his back.

"Idiot." He murmurs.

He washes his hands and turns me around. "What is it?" He asks softly.

"I like you so much." I tell him. Wait, that wasn't what I was supposed to blurt out. I think his eyes are the problem. I say stupid things while looking into them.

"Cel?" He whispers.

"Yes?" I whisper back. Why are we whispering?

"I'll burn the sauce, move." He says, normally this time. Here I thought he was going to say something nice, I sighed and moved aside and hugged him again. He should taste his own medicine.

He takes my hand, that was wrapped around him and kisses my palm.

After getting tired of standing I go back to sitting on my stool. I keep on asking him questions, he replied to every single one so we're good.

The food, it was delicious.

Piccolo woke up in the middle of the dinner and was meowing from upstairs since he was scared to come down. He's only 10-12 weeks old. We took him to the vet yesterday. I gave him the food and the lazy dude slept again, giving Chase the opportunity to call him 'lazy fucker.'

It was a nice day if we ignore Beth's presence in the day. Let's ignore it, she's irrelevant. Day? Well spent.

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