C5 Mauritius

"Tell me about you", he whispered when we pulled away, still not moving our lower bodies.

"There's nothing to tell, I deal with cars and I'm 23, that's all", I shrugged, making an attempt to move but he held my hips, holding me in place. "What are you doing?"

"You only get to move when you give me a good answer", he smirked and I rolled my eyes. "And if you give a wrong answer, I'll tie you up to this bed and torture you for one hour", from the look of things, he was being sincere. "Boyfriend?"

"Hitting the nail on the head, aren't we?", I giggled and when I saw the blank expression on his face, I cleared my throat. "If I had one, I wouldn't be here fucking you, now would I?", he grinned cockily.

"You would", he shrugged. "Kids?", I rolled my eyes and scoffed before saying "can we just get this over with? And I don't have any kids?"

"So your sister was right when she meant you were a lonely dick-deprived antisocial woman?", he deadpanned like it was nothing to just talk about somebody like that. I got off him and his dick, taking the duvet along with me to cover my body and sit on the couch on the other side of the room beside the window. Me not being able to normally associate with people other than ones I work with was a touchy subject for me and only my sisters could I talk about it with. I felt the seat beside me dip and a hand wrapped around my waist.

"Can you take me back home, please?", I asked, not looking at him. All the lust I felt before had already been thrown out the window.

"I'm penitent for any discomfort my question might've caused for you", he said and I felt his body heat fade as he walked away. "Here, wear this", he said, handing me small sized sweatpants and a plain white shirt

"And my clothes?", I looked up at him.

"Laundry" was all he said as he picked up my panties and bralette. I threw on my bralette and panties before wearing the sweatpants and then, turned to see him wearing a grey shirt. "Why aren't you wearing the shirt?", he asked when his eyes met mine.

"I came like this", I walked over to the bed, divesting it.

"What are you doing?", he asked stupidly as I threw the pillows on the ground. I decided to not answer the question so instead I said "grab the other end", he did as told and we spread the bed. "Make sure all the ends on that side are tucked in the board", I ordered as I started to fold the ends of the bedspread into the wooden stand neatly. When I was done, I walked over to his side to see it all messed up. I rolled my eyes and fixed it while he watched, then I threw the duvet over the bed halfway, tucking it in the same way before arranging the pillows on it neatly. "Let's go", I said. He shook his head and walked out of the room and the house with me right behind him. We got to his garage and there were about eight mustangs, from the vintage to the latest with other cars on the sides. "Whoa", I looked at him.

"Pick one", a Dodge challenge at the end of the garage caught my eye. I've got a thing for fast cars so I pointed at it. "You've got a Dodge challenge? Holy fuck", I ran over to it, touching and looking inside. "This car is a fucking legend", I pressed my face against the glass, nearly tasting the cold glass. A chuckle from behind me got me turning my head.

"Wanna take a drive?", he asked with a smirk. "Hold on, can you drive?", I glared at him and he laughed, raising his hands in surrender. He walked over to a wall with a small pad hanging on it, place his thumb and an opening was made in the wall, showcasing different types of keys, he looked before picking one and walking back, throwing it to me before getting in.

"How do you have so much things? What d'you do? Tell me, are you a professional thief?", I narrowed my eyes as I placed the key in the ignition, revving the engine loudly while stepping on the pad with a chuckle.

"You'd be surprised how much women are willing to do for my presence. That car over there", he pointed to a black Ferrari sports. "I got that as an apology gift from this Russian hotshot", he winked as I shifted the manual gear of the car to begin driving. I drove out of the garage and through the driveway with his direction and onto the smooth road. As I got to the road, I hit the speed, driving at 140km pH laughing like a crazy person. I drove round for two hours, finally coming to a stop at a McDonald's. We got out and into the McDonald's.

"What would you like?", I asked, getting ready to go order.

"A supreme and-"

"Let's go", I pulled him up towards the line. The guy in front of us turned around and smiled, before averting his eyes to my chest, staring shamelessly. I placed my hands over my chest and turned around. "Perv", I mumbled. The line moved forward with me following. "So how d'you do it?", Chase's head snapped up from the lady's cleavage he was staring at to my face. "I mean, get women to buy you things?"

"I don't do anything, they come to me on their own", he shrugged. "How do you?", he asked me, smirking.

"I don't, I'm always busy with work and stuff so I never have time for men at all", as if on cue, my phone vibrated in the pocket of the sweatpants. I took it out and saw that it was the person who was supposed to confirm my orders for the '96 cars Kendrick had ordered. I slid to answer and placed it on my ear.

"Miss King? I have two orders confirmed at a really expensive rate and the seller says shipping rate is higher and also, he's not allowing a test drive"

"Listen Mr Teal, can you buy a car without test driving it first? Cancel and keep checking", I hung up and turned to see him looking at me. "What?"

"You are such a-", he stared down at my body before raising his eyes to mine and said "sexy nerd", he smirked, biting his lower lip. I playfully punched his chest making him chuckle.

"I am not a nerd", I chuckled. It was fun hanging around him and driving his car but I still had the fact that he was blackmailing me at the back of my mind. The line moved again and it was already our turn to order. The lady behind the counter pushed up her boobs and bent over to get Chase's attention, making me scoff. I guess some people didn't need to be blackmailed before they submit themselves.

"I'd like a supreme with fries, a bucket of chicken, two cokes, two sodas and a salad for the lady", he winked at her, pointing at me making me gasp. "What? Do you need cream as well?"

"Can I get a wrapped up chicken pie, a sprite, a side of fries, a double double and a bucket of chicken, thank you", I smiled as she scribbled the last order on her notepad.

"Wait what? Who's gonna eat all that?", chase asked wide-eyed.

"I am", I shrugged, walking over to a booth after the lady gave Chase a number and scribbled something on a serviette, passing it to him flirtatiously, Chase following behind me.

We ate what we could and had the rest in the car. It was already 2am and I wasn't ready to go home just yet. "I'll go drop you at home", he turned his head over to my direction and my face dropped instantly.

"Can we stay here for a little while?", I asked, looking into his beautiful brown eyes. He was about to reject but I lowered my head sadly, pushing out my bottom lip gently. The look usually works for my parents and it definitely worked on him as he sighed hopelessly and nodded.

"Fine but I can't just sit here being bored to death"

"Truth or Dare or 21 questions?", I asked, causing him to laugh heartily.

"Let's take on quick questions, I ask and you answer", I nodded and turned to him fully. "Full name?"

"Amara Joanne King, yours?"

"Chase Harrell. Amara, that's a beautifully romantic name", he smiled, testing out the name on his tongue. "Favorite food?"

"Chicken"

"Same. Color?"

"Neutral"

"You don't have a favorite color? You're so weird. Anyways, dream place?"

"Africa, I guess"

"Why?"

"I've heard a lot about it, hot guys, nice places, amazing waters, beautiful sunshine, perfect place to visit and tour", I explained.

"Cool, I'd go to Mauritius, blue waters, sexy ladies, great spas, cool parties, I've been there about once or twice for business"

"What business?"

"My Dad runs a chain of restaurants, main reason I know how to cook actually, he loves cooking, so does my Mom, they started the business since they were in college and it's in my name since Kendrick is the most uninterested person when it comes to cooking or businesses", he explained.

"Wow, you don't seem like the type to own a business"

"Really?", he moved his face closer to mine. "What do I seem like?"

"Y'know, you look like an escort, a VIP escort or one of those hot masseurs", we chuckled simultaneously. I picked up a drumstick, biting gently.

"Worst experience?"

"I went bungee jumping with my ex-boyfriend and his friends and the rope got stuck in the middle and they had to cut it so I ended up throwing up on all of them, that was so embarrassing", I laughed.

"That story just put me in a coma", he laughed at my glare. "Uh...mine was actually a few weeks ago, this lady's been pestering me, we met at an hotel, fucked and she wanted a relationship but I didn't. She took a picture of me in the shower and posted it on Instagram and it went viral", he ran a hand through his hair, stressfully.

"That's been bothering you", I said, more like a statement than a question. I grabbed his hand and placed a gentle kiss on his knuckles. "It'll pass", I told him and he smiled at me genuinely for the first time. We'd only spent a day together but it felt like we'd known each other for longer. "I've got a question for you now"

"Sure, go on", he leaned forward slightly.

"What's with me?"

"What do you mean?"

"You basically have women falling at your feet so what d'you need me for?"

"Ask me that question this time, next year", he smirked.

"I will, in fact, I'll set a reminder", I brought out my phone, setting a reminder for next year under the title 'Ask Chase Harrell what he needs me for when he's got women falling at his feet'.

"Come on, let's get you home", he said, putting the key in the ignition, before pulling out of the parking lot and driving to my suite. I got out and surprisingly he did too, walking me to my door.

"Turns out you're actually not an asshole afterall", I smiled at him. "This is the part where you say thank you"

"So you think I'm an asshole?"

"Yup but I'm starting to rethink it considering you let me drive your car and walked me to my door", I bit my lip with a small smile playing on my lips. He opened his mouth to speak and closed it before nodding.

"Hmm, goodnight", he turned to leave.

"Goodnight", I opened the door. I had only gone as far as one step before I'm pulled forward and a pair of lips landed on mine gently, pulling apart a few seconds later. He smiled a small smile before mumbling a "goodnight" and stumbling off. I watched him get in the car, his eyes met mine for a quick second before he drove off into the darkness.

"Explain" was the first thing I heard when I locked the door and that was what I did.