Against All Odds - Angel's Story: Against All Odds (Destiny Series Book 4) (24 page)

“I’m still upset about the way you treated Chase, Daddy, but I can’t stand not talking to you either.” I have to be honest with him. He needs to know what he did was wrong.

“I’m sorry, truly I am. I’ll admit I was out of line.”

“Yes you were.” I wrap my arms around his waist, resting my head on his chest, breathing in his familiar scent. “I want things between us to be the way they were, but I love Chase. You need to accept that.” He exhales.

“I’ll try.”

“Thank you.”
I’ll try was not the answer I was looking for, but it’s a start.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” he says tightening his embrace.

“I am too.”

“How long are you staying for?”

“I’m flying out Sunday afternoon.”

“That’s good. I have my baby girl for two whole days. Not as long as I’d like, but I’ll take whatever I can get.”

••••

It’s late by the time we get back to the house. I have a quick shower before climbing into bed. I always love coming home to my old room, but not tonight. Tonight I want to be in bed with Chase, not a thousand kilometres away from him.

I look over at the clock on my bedside table. It’s just after midnight. Too late to call him, I send a quick text, just in case he’s still awake.

Missing you. Just climbed into bed. Wish you were here beside me. xxx

I no sooner put my phone on my bedside table and it vibrates with his response.

I’m lying in bed missing and thinking about you too. I’d give anything to be beside you right now.

His reply brings a smile to my face. I’m halfway through writing another message, when my phone rings.

“Hey,” I say when I answer it.

“Hey, beautiful. I hope you don’t mind me calling, but I needed to hear your voice.”

“I’m glad you did. I miss you.”

“I miss you too. How did things go with your dad?”

“Good. We didn’t get to talk much about what happened. We were busy helping my mum set things up for her dance concert tomorrow night. I did tell him I’m in love with you though, and he needs to accept that.”

“You told him you’re in love with me?”

“Yes of course I did. It’s the truth.”

“I’m just surprised you’d tell him that. I bet he wasn’t impressed.”

“He was fine. I guess it’s just hard for him to let go of his little girl. You’ll probably be the same with your daughter when she’s older.”

“Nah. I don’t see kids in my future,” he says. I can’t stop the disappointment consume me when he says that.

“You don’t want kids?”

“Nope. Not with my fucked up genes.”

“There’s nothing wrong with your genes, Chase. You seem pretty perfect to me.”

“Well, you haven’t had the displeasure of meeting my mother. She’s a real piece of work.”

“Well you must take after your dad then. Pops is great.” He goes quiet on the other end of the line. “Chase, are you still there?”

“Yeah, I’m here. Can we change the subject?” he says in a frustrated tone. Boy, this conversation went south quick.

“Well it’s getting late. I probably should get some sleep anyway. I have a busy day tomorrow,” I tell him, tears burning my eyes.

“Okay. I’m sorry, sweet-cheeks.”

“Don’t be. Good night, Chase.”

“Night.” When I end the call, I can’t stop the tears from falling. I feel bad for ending the call so quickly, but I didn’t want to get upset on the phone. If he doesn’t want children, then that’s his choice.

We’ve only been together a few weeks. It’s not like we’re talking marriage or anything, but I would’ve hoped the future held something like that for us. No kids though? Being a mother is something I’ve always wanted. 

A few minutes later my phone vibrates. It’s a text from Chase.

I love you, sweet-cheeks.

His message only make the tears come faster as I clutch the phone to my chest. I love him too, so much. When I think back to the insecure Chase I saw at the airport, I feel bad. He’s probably worried about us, after I ended the call so abruptly. I reply to his message, hoping to ease his mind.

I love you too. x

I guess I’ll just worry about the
no-kids
thing, if and when I have too. It’s not like I have plans of becoming a mother in the near future. I haven’t been going to university for the past four years for the fun of it. I want a career first before children cross my mind.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Chase

I feel like shit when I wake the next morning. I barely slept after getting off the phone with Angel. I can’t help but think my revelation has changed things between us. She just seemed quite cold after that; not the loving, bubbly girl I’m used to.

I know I should’ve told her Pops wasn’t my real father when the opportunity arose, but I couldn’t. She definitely isn’t the judgemental type, but it didn’t stop me from worrying she’d think less of me if she knew just how fucked up my past really is. I know I’m batting far above my weight with her already. She’s totally out of my league.

I’ve picked up my phone at least ten times to call her. I desperately want to hear her voice and know we’re okay, but I’m scared. I hate how insecure this whole thing makes me feel.

“What’s up your arse?” Pops asks when I walk into the kitchen. “Your face is practically draggin’ on the floor.”

“Piss off,” I respond and he laughs.

“Missin’ sweet-thing, I gatha.” I shrug. It’s not like I can tell him what I’m really feeling. He wouldn’t understand. “When’s she comin’ home then?”

“Tomorrow afternoon.”

“Well I got plenty of stuff you can help me with in the garage today. Might help the time go quicka.”

“Sure,” I tell him as I pour my coffee and sit at the table with him. My phone buzzes in my pocket, so I pull it out.

Morning handsome. I’m on my way to the studio with my parents to do a few last minute things before the concert tonight. I’ll call you when I get back home. Missing you. Luv Angel. xxx

My mood instantly picks up once I read her message. I quickly type my reply.

Morning beautiful. Missing you too. I look forward to your call. x

I want to tell her I love her again, but I don’t want to overdo it. I’m still getting used to the whole
I love you
thing, but fuck me if I don’t love her.

“Well will ya look at that,” Pops says with a chuckle. I look up from my phone, puzzled by what he just said.

“What? Look at what?”

“A message from the little lady and ya smilin’ like a lovesick pussy. Fuck ya got it bad boy.”

“Fuck off, old man,” I snap and he bursts out laughing.

“Just messin’ with ya, boy. I’m glad she makes you happy. You deserve a good girl like her.” We’ve always joked around like this with each other. I’m still not convinced I deserve her, but he’s right about one thing, she does make me fucking happy.

After breakfast I decide to go for a run before helping Pops. Instead of going to the track, I end up at the beach. Angel’s beach. Don’t ask me why I came here. I guess to feel closer to her. Never in my life did I think I’d become so needy.

What has she done to me?

“Fuck,” I mumble under my breath as I rub my hands over my face in frustration. We’ve only been apart a day. I need to get my fucking shit together.

••••

I wait all day for her to call. As the minutes tick by my anxiety grows.
What the fuck is wrong with me? It’s after 4:00 p.m. before I finally hear from her. I’m relieved and ticked it’s taken her so long.

“Hey,” I say when I answer the phone.

“Hi. I’m sorry it’s taken so long for me to call. Things were flat out at the studio. Then daddy took us out for lunch. On the way home we called in to see my grandparents—”

“It’s okay,” I tell her, cutting her off. “You don’t need to explain. You’re calling now, that’s all that matters.” I forget she doesn’t get to see much of her family, considering she’s living down here in Melbourne. I feel bad for getting annoyed now.

“I miss you,” she says sweetly and that’s all it takes to have me smiling like a lovesick fool again.

“I miss you too.”

“You’ve been on my mind all day,” she confesses. “I can’t wait to see you tomorrow. Do you want to come over when I get home?”

“You don’t want me to pick you up from the airport?” I ask, slightly disappointed.

“Well I’d like that, but I don’t want to put you out.”

“It’s not putting me out. Isn’t that a boyfriend task?” I chuckle. “Besides, I still have your car. Picking you up also means I get to see you sooner.”

“All settled then. I’ll text you all my flight details when I get off the phone. Have your lips ready because I’m going to attack your face as soon as I see you.” Her comment makes me laugh.

“I’ll definitely be looking forward to it. I hope it’s not the only thing you’re going to attack though.”

“Oh, that will have to wait until I get you home. I don’t want to get arrested for doing something inappropriate at the airport,” she chuckles.

“Damn, I’m getting hard just thinking about it.”

“Don’t tell me that, it’s making me want you even more. I guess I’m going to have to suffer until tomorrow, since you stole my toy and have forbid me from touching myself,” she admits.

“God,” I groan. “You’re killing me here. Hold on, I’m going to go up into the house and have a quick shower. I’ll call you back in a few minutes. Where are you?”

“I’m in my bedroom,” she answers.

“Okay. Don’t move. I’m going to call you back on video chat. I need to see your pretty face.”

••••

Angel

I answer the phone as soon as he calls. A smile graces my face as soon as I see him. “Hey, there’s my beautiful girl,” he says as he runs his finger down the screen, smiling.

I tell you if I could climb through this phone right now I would. “God I miss you.” His hair is still wet from the shower. I wish I could smell him. I guess that sounds weird, but I love the scent of his cologne, of him.

“I miss you too. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow. Never thought I’d be wishing the weekend away,” he laughs.

“What did you get up to today?” I ask as I roll over on my stomach and get comfortable.

“Just went for a run, then helped Pops out in the garage.”

“Awww, I missed seeing you get all greasy and sexy. Damn.” He laughs at my comment.
“I like being able to see you. I didn’t think to video chat when I called you before.”

“I love it too, but it only makes my need to touch you even more intense,” he confesses.

“I wish you could touch me,” I admit. “I need you.”

“I need you too, sweet-cheeks.”

“Can we have phone sex?” I can’t believe I’m even asking, but we’ve done everything else, in every position you can imagine. He even overheard me masturbating in the shower. So, I’m thinking, nothing could be more embarrassing than that.

“You want to have phone sex?” he asks shocked.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to. It was just a suggestion.”

“Fuck yeah. I’ll have phone sex with you. It just surprises me you’d want to do that. Then again, my little kitten is a fucking tiger in the sack.” His remark makes me burst out laughing.

“Is that so? Remember that first day we met and you called me kitten?”

“How could I forget? Best fucking day of my life.” My heart swells at his words.

“What did that girl call you again?”

“Fucked if I know.” I rack my brain trying to remember.

“Oh, sugar…it was sugar,” I tell him.

“That’s right,” he chuckles. “Fucking sugar. What was I thinking?”

“You weren’t, your dick was.” He laughs at my comeback.

“Getting back to the phone sex. You sure you’re up to it?”

“Most definitely. If I can’t have you in the flesh, it’s the next best thing, I guess.”

“How did I get so lucky?” he asks. “You really are too good to be true.”

“Give me a sec. I just want to lock my bedroom door. Don’t want to risk giving my parents a cardiac arrest if they happen to walk in on us,” I giggle.

I lay back down on the bed once the door is locked, this time on my back with my head on the pillow. Nervous anticipation courses through my body. I have no idea how phone sex even works. “So, what do I need to do?” I ask, embarrassed by my naivety.

“I’ve never had phone sex before,” he chuckles. “I’m already hard as a rock thinking about it though.”

“I’m so turned on right now, Chase,” I confess.

“Touch yourself, sweet-cheeks. Tell me if you’re wet.” I slide my hand down the front of my shorts, and into my panties.

“Oh God,” I moan as soon as my hand makes contact with my aching flesh. “Yes, I’m wet,” I tell him.

“Fuck. What I wouldn’t give to be the one touching you right now.”

“I wish it was you too.”

“I love the flush you get on your cheeks when you’re turned on. It’s so fucking hot.” I close my eyes as I continue to circle my fingers around my clit.

“Oh, Chase,” I moan.

“Open your eyes,” he orders. “I want your eyes on me the whole time.”

“Are you touching yourself?” I ask him. He moves the phone down over his bare chest and his delicious abs until I see his jeans undone and his dick in his hand. I watch in amazement as he strokes himself. “Oh, that’s so hot,” I moan.

“That’s all you, Angel,” he says as he brings the phone back to his face. “Nobody turns me on like you do.”

I close my eyes as pleasure consumes me. I’m right there. I’m surprised how fast it’s come on.

“Open your eyes beautiful. I need to see you when you come.”

“I’m so close,” I tell him.

“Move you hand down. I want you to finger yourself.”

“God,” I moan as I do as he asks, sliding two fingers inside me. My eyes roll back in my head as I feel my inner muscle clench around my finger. “I’m coming, Chase,” I say as my back arches off the bed and my head pushes back into the pillow.

“Christ that’s beautiful,” he breathes. “Open your eyes, I need to see you.” I open my eyes and find him smiling at me. “I love seeing you come. I wish I could taste you right now.” My body is still trembling as I come down from my orgasm. “Put your fingers in your mouth, the ones that were inside you. I need to see it.”

I pull them up to my mouth, closing my lips over my fingers, slowly drawing them out. “Yes, that’s it,” he groans as he closes his eyes and lets out a long drawn-out grunting noise. I know he’s coming. “I love you, sweet-cheeks,” he breathes as he opens his eyes again and looks at me.

“I love you too, Chase,” I whisper. “I wish you could hold me right now.”

“I’d give anything to be able to,” he says sincerely. I didn’t think being apart from him would be so hard.