Dr Chase Baker Novels & Stories

He seems skeptical but agrees. The next few days I spend doing chores around the house and an alarming amount of baking. I enjoy baking and cooking, but this is the first time I have been on a baking spree. I can't explain it but the need to back down is almost a compulsion. I just want to go back and clean. I am pulling another cake and batch of cookies out of the oven when I hear the door open. I assume it is Bo and keep going about my business of taking things out of the oven and sliding in the next items that are ready to go into the oven. I turn around when finished and almost jump when I see Drake. I immediately become aware of how little clothing I have on, just a tank and some short

I clenched my fists, the only thing distracting me from decking him being how just the thought made my dick twitch. “And we’re projecting the day after tomorrow.” Gregory nodded. “Stay in touch.” Chandler slipped back into the brush, disguising himself in the scenery. I didn’t turn to watch him, glad he was gone. “I’ll remind you he’s the one keeping your girl alive,” Gregory murmured. “He has a marked mate. He should know better than to poke the bear.” He smiled tightly. “If I know my cousin, he does everything for a reason. It’ll come back to our advantage at some point.”

She nodded at him with a small smile before signing off her leaving time in the register. Her fingerprint was yet to be on the punch-in machine. She walked outside to take her bicycle and at the same damn moment, he came outside… And he saw her holding her bicycle and starting to walk ahead. Yes, you should be proud of the things you own but… That was not some hi-fi bicycle, it was simple, too simple to be considered. Not meeting his gaze she walked away. … “How is your father now?” Dinehs asked as her gaze went to him all of a sudden.

When I’m around him, my emotion is undefinable and, truth be told, makes me unwell. Before the day hits Monday, I took time to research my client’s identity. I found out that Mr. Pier Baker is the heir to Baker Enterprises. He’s an only son and recently graduated from college. Also, I learned that he’s an infamous casanova and had been involved in many scandals. I shook my head, "He could be a challenge for me," and murmured. I felt alarmed by just reading everything that was written about him. I could only wish for a smooth and nice meeting with him.

"You are here to take me to question me about the murders again." "Ah, close enough but no. We don't need to question you anymore because we already found enough evidence. Dr. Jackson Wilson, you are under arrest for abducting, torturing, and then murdering prosecutor Arik Watson, Dr. Robert Jonson, Mr. James Brown." And with that Stefan handcuffed the dumbfounded man in front of him. "You may use the right to stay silent or appoint a lawyer to defend your charges." The detective said in a flat tone as he finished handcuffing. Jackson was stunned and his head went all blank for a moment. He didn't know what was going on anymore.

I didn’t know that an enforcer can tease and make jokes. As we walked inside the bakeshop, a woman in her thirties raised her head, wiping the flour off her brown apron. "Ah, Nix, it's good to see you again.” She turned to look at me and asked, her motherly voice reminding me of my late mother, “Who's your friend?" Nix grinned as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me in closer to his side. "This is Etheral," Nix said glancing at me and then back to the lady.

“Wait, Christina. You need to know something.” “What?” “Drake. My ex-husband. He is going to the grocery with me.” “What. The. Fuck, Beatrice?” she cursed.

Daniel followed, visibly uneasy. They found the correct drawer in the morgue. The nurse pulled it open. It was empty. The color drained from her face at once.

It was the CEO of the media company who had caused such a huge fuss at the hospital back then. "Mr. Baker, he's the elder of the Healer Sect! I'm sure that he's worth ten of this Sebastian guy!" Fritz said hastily when he saw that the middle-aged man, Franklin Baker, was ignoring Declan. "The elder of the Healer Sect?" Franklin glanced coldly at Declan and Bryce.

My heart beat loudly when I saw it was an unknown number calling. Was my sister in trouble again? “Hello?” I greeted. “Hazel Thompson?” “This is her.” “This is the Heart Care Psychiatric ward. I wanted to inform you that Mr. and Mrs. Kennedy have discontinued the payment for your brother, Drake Thompson’s treatment. If it is not paid by the time the week ends, we’ll have to discharge him.” I felt like crying. My grandparents were the ones who were supposed to cover the cost of my brother’s treatment—a brother nobody but my family knew existed.