Blurred Lines 1: CHASE
Chapter 47

-Sofia-

On Friday night, Ana and Mich dragged me out clubbing, Andre was fetching us our first batch of drinks. Since he knew the owner, we snagged a table dotting the dance floor's perimeter.

We have a view of the jam-packed bar. Andre was already behind the bar, talking to a fitted guy in uniform. They patted each other on the back, and Andre moved around like one of the employees. "Andre's taking a while," Ana voiced across from me. "Wanna go for a dance first?"

I shook my head. "I need liquid courage. Go and have fun. I'll join you later."

Mich clasped Ana's hand, and they vanished into the crowded dance floor.

I was scanning the club's interior when my phone vibrated in my dress pocket.

It was Chase. He wanted to know if we arrived safely at our destination. Chase. I'll be there at nine.

I was still composing an answer when another message came in.

Chase: Not a minute later.

I rolled my eyes, biting my lip as I typed a reply.

Sofia: So bossy.

The gray dots wobbled up and down.

Chase: It's my job to be bossy, baby.

I giggled, shoving my phone back into my pocket. Andre came back with our drinks, carefully setting the tray. down. He passed the dry martini, sliding beside me on the cushioned chair. Some sentences are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on FindNovel.net. Visit FindNovel.net to read the complete chapters for free. Our shoulders were touching. The thick material of his jeans brushed on the outside of my thighs. He sat a little too close when the seat could fit four people.

"You've been busy," Andre murmured, leaning a little closer so I'd hear him over the drumming music.

"A bit."I toyed with the olives on my glass. That wasn't a total lie. I've been swamped, not only sneaking around with Chase but working for Chase.

It has been a month and a half since I started working as his publicist. I've made progress, Georgia told me so, but there was so much to do with very little time. Mich and I have been looking over Chase's schedule for the remaining four months of my contract. We've lined up interviews, events, and even meet and greet with his fans. As per Chase's request, we highlighted the foundation to gather support for its cause. And because his latest interview with Hillary went viral, we've been swarmed with requests for interviews from radio, television stations, magazines, and newspapers, wanting a scoop on Chase's love life.

"I'm sorry for missing your birthday." I glanced at him. The strobe of laser lights darkened his features.

"I won't take words for an apology," he said, his tone serious as he lifted the bottle to his lips.

"Aw, come on, don't be like that," I nudged his shoulder. He didn't even budge. "I've been pretty occupied."

"You owe me a date, Sofia," he stated as a matter of fact "And I won't take no for an answer."

There was no humor in his voice. "Andre..."

Flustered and sweaty from dancing, Ana and Mich slide into the booth. Ana gobbled up her cosmo while Mich grabbed a bottle for the bucket of beer. Grateful for the distraction, I wrecked my brain for a good reason to turn down Andre's suggestion. "Man," Mich sighed, "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I missed DJ Arkie," she glanced at Andre meaningfully. I thought I saw a flicker of annoyance in Andre's eyes. He was always so composed; it made me wonder. It was too dark to be certain, though. "DJ Arkie?" I asked.

Ana nodded, setting her glass down. "The DJ, he's a friend of ours. I'll introduce you to him later."

"Yeah?" I glanced up at the stage. A bearded man with hair reaching past his shoulder had earphones resting on his neck. His head was tilted to one side, head bobbing. One hand raised in the air, the other moving

swiftly over the mixer. "That would be cool," I commented. It's always an honor to meet a music-loving person.

Andre groaned, leaning back on the seat.

I glanced at Ana and Mich. They merely shrugged. It only piqued my curiosity. 'What's the story between DJ Arkie and Andre?"

Mich shifted the conversation to a safer topic about the newly opened Korean restaurant downtown. They wanted to check it out next week and invited Andre and me to join them. I couldn't answer right away, needing to check my schedule... and Chase. I am tempted to say yes without asking him. I'm sure he'd have a pretty good way of punishing my misbehavior.

God. My insides shivered at remembering how he finger fucked me on the rooftop.

After two more glasses of martini, the lovers succeeded in dragging me to the dance floor. We squeezed into the grinding sweaty bodies and paved our way to the little opening in the center. We made a circle of three, swaying to the hip-hop beat. I moved my hips, getting more and more exaggerated as the song persisted. I stiffened when big hands gripped my hips. Ana winked at me and threw her arms around Mich's neck, getting lost in the rhythm. I instantly realized that the man behind me was Andre.

I turned to face him, slinking my hands up his shoulder, wrapping them on his neck. Andre's tall frame loomed over me. It only took a minute for us to get comfortable and really get into it. I threw my head back, singing at the top of my lungs, recognizing Eminem's 'Lose Yourself' in DJ Arkie's mix.

Andre spun me around, drawing my back against him.

'It's just a dance. What harm would it do?' I thought, leaned back, swayed my hips, and rubbed my shoulder against him to the beat of the music. I closed my eyes and continued to move as Ana and Mich faced us in the same position.

My shoulder went rigid when Andre pressed his lips on my shoulder. I was wearing a spaghetti- strapped mini-dress. An army of goosebumps rose against my sweaty skin. I wiggled from Andre's grip, but he kept me in place. "You haven't given me an answer, Sofia," he murmured against my ears.

"Andre," I tipped my head, slightly facing him, his dark brown eyes leaving me speechless. I swallowed hard, untangling my body from him. "You need to stop coming at me like this, Andre."

I'm surprised he heard me over the pounding music, but thankful either way. I made a beeline back to our table, taking a bottle of beer from the bucket, the cool liquid relieving my parched throat.

I stared at my phone. It's twenty minutes before nine. My face scrunched. I wanted to get out of here as soon

as possible. Looking over my shoulder, I saw Andre making his way back to our table.

I chugged down a few more gulps of my beer and slipped out of the club, shooting Chase a

message to pick me up earlier if he could.

"Sofia." Andre stepped out onto the street as well.

"Andre," I murmured, sighing. He halted beside me, hands shoved in his pocket, ready to speak, but

I cut him off. "I don't want to complicate things between us."

Just then, Chase's motorcycle swerved around the corner.

"Was he waiting around?"

"My ride's here," I murmured. "Please tell Ana and Mich I'm heading out early?"

Andre studied Chase's motorcycle as it stopped before us, nodding a yes.

"Hey, babe," said Chase, a smug smile ghosting his lips.

I mentally rolled my eyes.

"Hey," I greeted back as he handed over a helmet when he wasn't wearing one. I accepted it. Chase took this chance to coil an arm around my waist, drawing me closer, and crushed our mouths together. Oh damn. He was enjoying this too much.

It was just a peck, but enough to leave the butterflies in my belly flapping in excitement. I was aware of the glare stand-off between Chase and Andre as I secured the helmet and hopped on Harley. I waved at Andre. He just nodded at me, his expression not giving anything away.

This was better than leading him on,' I convinced myself as Harley hummed and wheeled on the road.