Blurred Lines 1: CHASE
Chapter 98

-Sofia-

"Hey, I made breakfast," Georgia greeted me as I entered the kitchen, her brown eyes sweeping from my head to my bare feet. Raising a brow, her lips tipped mischievously. "Did Chase come home?"

I must look like it - well f****d - because I was. Last night was intense. I could still feel Chase all over me. There was a sting in my nipples from his sucking and biting, my a*s was tender from the spanking, and there was a welcomed soreness between my legs from how well he f****d me with his mouth, fingers, and c**k.

"He came home very late." I rounded the island and took a mug from the cupboard. The burbly sound filled the silence as I poured coffee into my cup.

Georgia was always an early riser. When she sleeps over, she takes charge of making breakfast for everyone. There's a plate of eggs, bacon, and ham on the island, a stash of toasted bread, and a pot on the stove. My best guess was soup.

Taking in her attire, a loose lilac tee and white yoga pants, her hair pulled up in a messy bun, my brows furrowed. "You're not going to work?" I sipped my coffee, the rich aroma unclogging my senses.

"I am." She lifted the pot lid, my stomach grumbled as the mouth watering scent of corn and mushroom permeated the air. "I have time. Plus, Jessica's snoring kept me awake all night."

"Hey! I don't snore..." Jessica grumbled, staggering like a zombie inside the kitchen. She was still in her sleep clothes, loose black tee, and shorts, yawning as she made a lazy beeline for the coffeemaker.

Georgia rolled her eyes. "You do. And if your career at LBPR ever fails, you can apply as a ninja." I raised a brow at Georgia, questioning.

A teasing smile smeared her bare, pouty lips. "You did this," she made a karate chop with her hand

in the air, raised her left knee, and made a forward kick. "You kneed me in the ribs; I think you broke it."

A hearty laugh fell off my lips.

I left them in the basement last night. They were so drunk and had fallen asleep in the middle of watching What's Your Number.

Jessica's eyes widened. "I did not!" she gasped, smacking Georgia's shoulder. The latter merely kept laughing as Jessica's cheeks turned beet red. "You're joking, right? I don't do that in my sleep." Her gaze swung in my direction for help. Some sentences are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on FindNovel.net. Visit FindNovel.net to read the complete chapters for free. Biting my lip, I nodded in confirmation.

Jessica was a heavy sleeper, and she'd generally sleep like a log. But when you add alcohol into the mix, her hands and feet become hyperactive.

She buried her face in her palms. "Maybe that's the reason Franco disappeared. I sleep like a lunatic when I'm drunk."

Georgia turned the stove off and wrapped her arms around Jessica's waist. I followed suit, standing on Jessica's left side.

"How we sleep has nothing to do with our partner's feelings for us, Jess," Georgia murmured.

"Franco was just not the right one," I added.

"Speak for yourself," they voiced in unison.

I gasped. Offended by their accusing tone. "What?"

"Look at you," Jessica said, pointing a persecuting finger at me. "You're getting married to your first love. You have a wonderful kid, and you looked like you've been fucked to the weekend." Georgia snorted. I narrowed my eyes on her.

"Not all of us get so lucky," Georgia chipped in.

"Lucky... maybe, but my relationship with Chase wasn't as smooth sailing as you're putting it to be." Pulling plates from the dish cabinet, I set the dining table for three. 'He lied to me last night,' I wanted to add.

Jessica followed with the utensils, and we each grabbed a plate of the breakfast Georgia cooked.

"You were there for me when everything started," I said, sinking down on my chair, wincing at the tenderness

of my butt, I focused on anything but the soreness, careful not to spill my coffee as I set it on the table. "So now, can you please tell me what happened?" I directed my question to Georgia, her hands paused mid placing the mushroom and corn soup bowl on the Hesitation was written over her face as she took the seat across mine, Jessica settled on the chair between us on the round dining table for six.

"There's nothing to tell," Georgia replied, filling her plate with bacon.

Jessica grunted, releasing a whoosh of air. "Will you just spill it out?" she pressed. "You finished a bottle of wine, not halfway through our first movie. That's nothing in your book. In mine, maybe," she shook her head, lifting a slice of bread from the plate, spreading butter on it. "But not yours."

She's right. Georgia was a responsible drinker, but she was out of it last night, so out of it that we couldn't cross examine her about what happened with Rafa. It also put off the chances of knowing what time Stafa left her place. I found it strange that Chase would lie to me. He tells me everything, sometimes even the unnecessary details of his days; which restaurant he had a lunch meeting at, the way Regina always gets startled by his deep voice. We were that close, we were best friends more than lovers sometimes. So why? I planned to ask him about it this morning, but he left early. And given that he f****d me so well, I had no energy to shoot questions at him. I have to wait until tonight.

Georgia shrugged her shoulders. "Rafa was sitting on my porch when I came home. He was waiting for me and wouldn't take no for an answer. He wanted to talk," she murmured with an eye roll, lifted the plate of sunny side-ups, and slid one onto her plate. "Well, what did you talk about?" Jessica questioned through a mouthful of bread.

"He wanted us to start over." her voice was despondent.

"Isn't that a good thing?" I inquired, locking with Jessica's confused gaze, which mirrored mine.

Rafa had been so good for Georgia. She was glowing when they were still dating. Thousand fairy lights would spark in her eyes every time she talks about him. And when they were together, you could see the contentment and joy in their eyes. That's love and it's rare to find someone you're so in sync with. "It's not." Georgia stabbed a strip of bacon with her fork. "I don't want to start over. I want him out of my life. He needs to move on." The finality in her tone left Jessica and me in a state of shock.

She'd been so secretive about what happened between them, and hearing her speak decisively kindled my curiosity to burn stronger. "What did Rafa do for you to hate him so bad, George?"

She blew out a breath, leaned back in her chair, tipped her face up, and stared at the ceiling. This conversation was getting under her skin. "He didn't do anything. This was all my fault!"

I couldn't force her to speak up, but Jessica was another issue. Her eyes narrowed with determination to piss Georgia off. "Well, don't expect us to understand your point of view, Georgia. Rafa had been nothing but sweet and kind and loving to you. Hell, I envy the love you're getting from him."

I kicked Jessica's foot hard under the table. But her resolve to push Georgia's buttons was stronger. "So maybe it's really your fault."

Georgia stabbed Jessica with a narrowed glare. She bit her lip, tempest emotions swirled in her eyes. Then she blinked once, twice, flickering the mist that started to gather on the seams of her eyes. "I lost our baby." Her voice was so low it barely registered in my head.

That silenced Jessica, freezing her in her seat, mouth hanging open.

"What?" I breathed out, my chest tightened, her confession sinking in.

'She was pregnant? And she lost the baby? Oh my God...!

As a mother, I was well acquainted with the fear of losing the baby in my womb. Even after giving birth, the fear of Elise getting hurt was like an itch I couldn't scratch, scoring my mind every hour of the day.

"I didn't know I was pregnant," she choked. "My period has always been irregular, so I thought nothing about it when I was two months late. Then, while cleaning the bathroom in January last. year, I lost my footing. There was so much blood," she sobbed, her shoulder quaking. "I only knew I was pregnant when I lost our baby."