One Last Chase のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

Everything he planned fell apart all at one time. It wasn’t supposed to end that way. They still had to watch the full moon tonight at the dock. Then it went all sideways.Now his best friend was yelling into his ear about something he couldn’t fully understand.“Calm the fuck down. Are you drunk? What’s with the yelling, Kayden? Did someone just steal your candies?”“You lied to me! You betrayed me, Wrylee. Again, you did something behind my back!”“I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about, man. Look.” He sagged. He had a lot on his plate right now to deal with Kayden’s tantrum. He was sure Kayden would understand if he let him explain. “I have troubles here, and I’m running out of time, Kayd. Can we talk about whatever shit you have right now later? My— I’ll call you—”“Don’t you get it, motherfucker? This is your fucking shit! This isn’t mine, you, son of a bitch.” He was really pissed off.If Kayden was in front of him right now, he might have punched him already to show

They said people got drunk when they had problems because they were not mature enough to handle many life situations. It was a way for them to escape—to escape from pain, and stress, and they found comfort in alcohol. That might be true with his pain because he couldn’t bear it alone. He needed solace that only alcohol was available at this moment.He was on his third shot of Old Fashioned when a familiar face slid to the stool beside him. She was familiar, yeah, but he couldn’t pinpoint where he met the attractive woman.She beamed at him, spreading those bright red lips, and even in his state, she also recognized him. Did they happen to sleep together? He tipped his glass and pursed his lips to acknowledge the woman in a white dress.“Martini, please? With three olives,” she ordered to the bartender, then faced Tripp and crossed her legs, showing off the long and toned legs and thighs.Tripp didn’t even look down. He downed his drink in a gulp before he slid off the stool. He pulled

Tripp was in the middle of a beautiful dream. He was about to come while his wife was giving the best blowjob of all the blowjobs. In his dream, they were in their new home, yet he felt so cold. Then those images just slipped away.What the fuck? He groaned loudly and irritably when he felt something was pulling his foot.Was it Sunday today?It didn’t end there. Tripp felt another soft nudge on his leg that annoyed him further. He’d better be sleeping than drowning himself with alcohol, and then he would lose his sanity in the end.“Get the fuck away from me!” he yelled to whoever tried to wake him up. A cleaning service? How did they even get inside his apartment, let alone in his room? “Fuck off!” His groggy echoed.“You shouldn’t be saying that.” He heard a little and sweet voice that made him still and quiet.“And why the fuck not? This is my apart—”“You said it again.” That voice sang. “That’s not nice to say to a pretty girl like me, you know.”Tripp was already wide awake. H

Tripp and Clary were lying down on the furry carpet in his apartment living room. Nashville laughed every time Tripp lifted him in the air, his sweet angel voice echoing in the entire space.When he was alone, he looked around and saw nothing but a luxury apartment without a soul. One time, he went home drunk, and he swore as if he’d seen his future having a happy family, and that somehow gave him hope.“You’re so good at this,” Clary commented with the puffy stuffed bear.He tipped his head to Clary’s side. “Good at what?” Nashville started to shove his teether into his mouth, biting the rubbery stuff.“At babies.”He knew what she meant. Before he went to that town for the first time, he never wanted to get involved with women, let alone think of having a family very soon.He failed to be a husband once because he was too focused on creating his own name and empire. Now that he tasted the feeling of being a married man, all he wanted was to live with it and be the good husband women

Ari had another argument before she went home against her father.She was in the middle of folding her laundry when her father appeared. She thought he would never talk to her again after she left his house, but then he was just trying to be a father.“He didn’t call you back, did he? He didn’t have the balls.” He remained at the door.“Then you get what you want, Dad.” She folded messily just to make herself busy. The topic of Tripp was like a broken record, and she just lost her hope which made her sadder.“If he cares about you.”She dropped the basket on the floor harshly. “You might be right after all. Congratulations.” She stood up, went to the laundry room, and grabbed another set of her cleaned laundry.Tripp stopped calling her a few days ago. She thought he was over and gave up. She hadn’t heard anything from Charleigh when she went to see her brother.“All I want is for you to be happy.” He followed her.She could feel the guilt and sadness in his voice, but even so, it was