Alle Kapitel von His' (+18): Kapitel 61 – Kapitel 70

~~~ HE'D LOST IT. Chase was sure he lost his senses the moment he realized he had actually kissed Saige. Chase pulled his hand away from her waist and took it to hers, unwooding her arms away from his neck before he pulled away from the kiss, earning a pout from her. He stared at Saige's swollen lips, and his gaze flickered back to hers. Her green eyes didn't look dead and sad anymore. There was only lust swiveling in them and he was sure if it was Sophia, he would have taken her there and then. "Dammit" He raked his hands through his hair and turned his back to her, mentally scolding himself for what he did. He wasn't meant to care. He shouldn't have cared when he saw the sadness in her eyes. It reminded him of the similar ones in Sophia's eyes. What the fuck was he thinking? Great. He was thinking of how he couldn't be responsible for whatever happened to Saige in the fu

~~~ THAT WAS WHAT a kiss should be like; mind - blowing, toe curling and leaving you wanting for more. That was the type of kiss Chase and Sophia were sharing. Sophia was a terrible kisser. She knew that. Chase knew that as well, and so, she let him take the lead, giving him entrance into her mouth. Sophia was already lying on the ground while Chase towered above her, devouring her lips like a hungry man. Of course, he was a hungry man. He was hungry for Sophia's petals and staying away from them for a full month was making him lose it. An involuntary moan left Sophia's lips as Chase slipped his tongue out of her mouth, nipping on her lower lip before trailing wet kisses along her chin and jawline. One of his hands laid beside her head against the floor, holding his weight while the other one travelled to her dress, squeezing her waist. Sophia's hands roamed around his back, and she mistakenly pressed on

~~~The moment her green eyes landed on Chase, a sob cracked from her lips. "Chase," She rushed towards him and threw herself in his arms. "Chase," More tears spilt from her eyes, and she clutched onto his arm, shaking her head. “They-those men. They took me away. They-they forced me. They were tired of waiting. They said they were tired of waiting for you to bring her to them. They-they made fun of me, Chase. They said horrible things about me. They said you didn't care about me. They said you preferred her over me and that was why you didn't take her to them. They said I am a pathetic excuse of woman who couldn't satisfy her fiancé that he even had to find satisfaction in a teenage girl. I told them it was a lie but they hit me. They told me to shut up that I was a useless and worthless woman. They called me degrading names as they took turns with me. They wanted her. They wanted to keep her. When you-," She gripped his collar and looked at him in the eye. “Why didn'

~~~ "It's not in my dictionary, Mirza. Too bad,” Chase stared at another guard. “You- get me ropes from wherever you keep them. Get diesel and a lighter. My lighter is too precious to be used on cowards," The guard didn't move. Doing what Chase asked of him would lead to his death. Not doing it would also lead to his death. "Are you deaf?” Chase snarled at the guard. “Go get what I asked of you or get ready to join your friends," The man scurried away as well. Soon, he was back with ropes, a gallon of diesel and lighter in his hands, shaking like a chicken beaten by the rain. "Tie the five of them up,” He motioned towards the five men who assaulted Saige. “Tie them up!" The guard tied them up, ignoring their cries and pleadings. "Open the gallon and empty the diesel on them,” Chase ordered. When the man did so, Chase pointed at the lighter on the ground. “Pi

~~~Therapist. Seeing a therapist meant she was out of her senses, yeah? "I-I'm not out of my senses,” She bent down to pick the comb, then continued combing her hair. “I’m not mad. I - I don't need a therapist. Only crazy people do. Even Valerie said I'm a strong woman,” a smile appeared on her face, and the comb fell from her shaky hands again, making the smile disappear. Immediately, the image of herself being raped flashes in front of her eyes, and her knees buckled. "Again, having that mental imbalance might make her remember the assault," Saige staggered on her feet, and her butt landed on the bed. She stared at her shaky hands and buried her fingers in her hair to untangle them since the comb wasn't working. "I-I have to leave. I need to go home. They-Chase would choose Sophia over me again once he learned that I've lost it. Who would want an assaulted, mentally unstable woman to rule his empire beside