Chase Elliott House Novels & Stories

Elliot turns down a long, winding driveway, bringing the car to a halt in front of a large, white house. "We're home." Elliot smiles at me. He exits the car and collects our bags from the back seat. He opens my door and helps me out of the car. The atmosphere around the house is quiet, there's trees all around the property, though there are neighbors they can't be seen through the privacy of the foliage. With such a serene home, how did Elliot end up in the middle of Chicago?

A mansion, really. Elegant gates opened slowly as the car rolled forward, revealing a long driveway lined with flowers on either side. My breath caught. “This is… your house?” I asked softly. Elliot smiled. “Yeah.” The car came to a stop, and for a second, I didn’t move. I just stared at the size of it. The beauty of it. The life I didn’t belong in. Elliot stepped out first, then came around to open my door. “Ready?” he asked.

He had spent the entire trip with his mother, holding her hand when she got anxious, calming her down when she started crying again just for no reason. Coming back to the same house...his house, where Deli now stayed, was never an option for her. It wasn’t the healing she needed. So Chase had Clara clean up the old Monroe family mansion, It was where he grew up. And now, it was where his mother would stay. Clara would take care of her, and he’d visit as often as he could. Chase stepped in. His expression shifted instantly from tired to alarmed. He slammed the front door shut behind him and strode quickly into the house, following the scent that only got worse as he got closer to the kitchen.

There were people everywhere, and I could hear the music even though the car windows were closed, and we were still pretty far away from the mansion. I expected Chase to try and find a parking spot somewhere on the grass, but he didn't. Instead, he drove right towards the mansion. I furrowed my brow, wondering where we were going. We slowed down as we approached the mansion, then he turned to the left and went down a gravel path. At the were eight garages. Chase pressed a button on his keys and the closest one to the building opened. He parked the car and then got out, coming around to my door to open it for me. I smiled and took his hand as he helped me out of the car. "Thank you," I said a

"I'm not upset. I'm annoyed. There's a difference." "I don't believe you." "That's your problem, not mine." The silence that followed was suffocating. I watched the familiar streets roll by, counting down the minutes until we reached the house. Until I could escape this claustrophobic car and Pierce's desperate attempts to rewrite history. Finally, mercifully, we pulled up to the Huntington family estate. The massive iron gates swung open automatically, and Pierce drove up the long circular driveway. The house loomed ahead, all white stone and tall windows. I'd grown up here. So had Chase. And after our parents died, it had become our sanctuary. Our prison. Depending on the day.

Run my hands down that chiselled chest. My dick twitched in my pants. No. Every thought away from there when I was meeting my mate's family. The car pulled up to a modest two-story home on the outskirts of the city. It wasn't much, but there was something warm about it... something comforting, the kind of place that made you feel like you could be at peace. "Here we are," Elliot said, turning off the engine and letting out a soft breath. I glanced out the window, taking in the house. A small garden was tucked in the front yard, a few bicycles leaning against the porch, and I could hear the faint sound of a dog barking in the distance.

I probably look like a pig right now and if I wasn’t enjoying my dinner as much as I am right now I’d probably be embarrassed. After we finish eating, we retrieve Chase’s car from the valet and head back to the house. It was a nice evening and good to see Chase after all this time. “I’d like to see you again, Millie” Chase says. “I’d like that” I smile at him. He’s so simple and easy. We pull up to the gate, enter the passcode, and drive our way to the front, once we get there, I see what I think is X sitting on a chair on the porch.

“I just need a minute…” “As you can see, I am busy,” she interrupted, straightening her chair. Her eyes were sharp and wary. Just then, the door burst open, and a blond walked in, accompanied by a little girl. My attention snagged on the child first, assuming that she was the lady's, but as the child turned toward me, my heart stopped. “Mummy!” she yelped and ran toward Elara. She had dark eyes, the same sharp curve of the jaw, a faint dimple in the left cheek. Not even the hair down her back could hide the glaringly undeniable truth. She was mine..

he said. “You do know we’re on vacation, right?” Matt chuckled. “Always the overachiever, huh, Dansberry?” “You know I can’t skip too many runs. I’ll end up on the couch in ten years weighing a hefty two-fifty and fast as f—” “Alright boys,” Ellie laughed. “The spare bedroom is all yours, Chase. We’ll see you in the morning.” “Thanks, Ellie,” Chase said, winking at her before he headed up the stairs.

But declining would raise questions, and Chase hated looking guilty for things he wasn’t guilty of. "Sure," he said. "Lunch." She smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. By the time Chase got home, the sun had set, and the house was quiet. He loosened his tie and made his way up the stairs, expecting to find the living room empty and his room untouched. Ella was not in the room so he expected she would be in Vera's room. He took off his shirt and put on a pair of sweatpants.