Step Up 2 Chase Novels & Stories

If time permits me, then 4 chapters. And yep, this is the book 2 of “Chasing his”. To understand this story better, read the first book. That'll help you how the story started. I appreciate everyone who reads this, and please don't forget to drop a comment/review. God bless! For updates info, reach me out on my social media. FB page & group: Author Praise Odulesi & Praise Fam respectively. IG: official_praise_ewa :-)❤️

She chanted in her head as she climbed up the stairs. Her feet suddenly slipped off the edge of the stairs and Irish's heart jerked as she saw her fall. Oh Goddess, the baby! She was losing balance, squeezing her eyes shut to brace for impact on the cold floor when strong arms wrapped around her waist. "Are you fucking insane!" The scream tore through her mindless thoughts but unlike before, she didn't mind. She was heaving, her chest rising and falling so hard, she gripped his shirt, looking him in the eye.

I stood up and walked over to the balcony of my room, looking out of it. I needed some fresh air to clear my thoughts. As I was staring out, I saw a car driving up towards the mansion. At first, I was excited, thinking Derek and my step dad were back from the press conference, but it was far from them. The car was an entirely different car. The car drove past the gates and parked in front of the mansion. I stared at the car as it opened, and a girl stepped out. It was Meg. I was surprised. Meg was here? I wasn't aware Meg was coming. Why was she here?

my mom added. I went up to my room feeling better. After some hours, Asphalt's car screeched in our driveway. I smiled at my mom's assumption and prepared myself for the next to come. “Good evening, please I have come for Janet I need to see her," I heard Asphalt say as I walked down the stairs. “You should learn not to make your bride upset, especially when it's a few days to your wedding. People would think that you both don't love each other," my mom did the talking while my dad glared a hole into Asphalt's forehead.

Except for the faint sound of heels clicking against the hardwood floor upstairs. Then— “Sebastian?” Vanessa’s voice drifted from above, light and familiar, as if nothing had changed. As if she hadn’t just shattered everything. I swallowed hard and lifted my gaze toward the staircase, my pulse thrumming in my ears. Showtime. "I'm here," I called, keeping my tone even, controlled. Footsteps padded lightly against the floor above, then, there she was. Vanessa appeared at the top of the staircase, bathed in the soft glow of the chandelier.

As soon as he realizes I'm still watching, he freezes, then quickly turns on his heel and takes off. I'm intrigued - Why is he trying to escape? My instincts tell me to follow him. I take off in a sprint, as I chase after the suspicious guy. My heart races with adrenaline as I gain on him. Thanks to my track days in high school, I'm able to quickly close the gap between us. I launch myself at him, tackling him to the ground. We both hit the pavement hard, the pain shot hard but I'm grateful that I'm able to catch him.

I slammed it onto the table that lay between us without hesitation; the snap of heated metal on wood echoed through the office. Beatrice whimpered a little at the sharp movement, the air catching in her throat. But she did not instantly look at me. Instead, her eyes fell on the check between us, her dainty fingers almost shyly inching toward it. And then, her eyes widened. “This…” she whispered, disbelieving the taste of her words. “This is—” “The second should be double what Robert Lee paid you.” My voice was fluid, steady. Folding my arms over my chest — still leaned back in my chair — I gave her a direr stare. “You are not going anywhere, Beatrice.”

But today was different, I had chosen to walk away from Nathan, to stop giving him the attention he threw away. I had no idea how long I had walked, but by the time I looked up, I was before the white building I called home. Skye, our golden retriever, booed and burst through the front door, wagging her tail, like she could sense my heavy heart. I crouched before her as she barked small, leaping all over me. Then I looked up, the sound of sawing against wood reached me. My stepfather stood there, his hard muscles flexing as he moved the saw up and down, his thick body covered in nothing but a light apron across his chest, and hanging on his neck. Sweat trickling down the hard ridges of his c

He sat across from me, hands cuffed, and his face was deathly pale. I did not lash out like he thought I would. There was no fury, no accusation, not even hatred. I just watched him quietly, the way one would look at someone he had never met. My gaze drifted to the brand-new designer watch on his wrist. It was a birthday gift I worked three months to afford. I spoke slowly. My first sentence struck straight at his weakest point. “Did you pay off that two-hundred-thousand-dollar loan?” Dylan flinched. The blood vanished from his face in a split second, and his eyes skittered away in panic.

He slipped from the room and closed the door softly behind him, then he headed for the elevators fast. The doors of the main entrance slid open and Chase stepped inside, scanning the space. He had barely taken three steps when he saw Noah walking briskly towards him. Arms crossed, expression hard, eyes sharp. "You've got to be kidding me." Chase stopped. He wasn't surprised, if anything, he looked tired. His hair looked like he'd run his hands through it too many times and for a second, Noah wondered if he'd slept, then shoved the thought away. He couldn’t afford to care.