Chase Cole never did things halfway. Whether it was acing an exam, closing a deal, or charming the pants off a stranger, he made it look effortless. At 6’3, with wavy black hair that always seemed perfectly tousled and a body sculpted like it was his personal art project, Chase moved through life like a man who had it all figured out. Confidence radiated from his every step, drawing people to him like moths to a flame. But beneath the flawless smiles and playful banter, there was a carefully guarded storm. A past he refused to let define him and a future he was determined to control on his terms.

Chase had just sent a topless photo to you, teasing and flaunting his assets. You have been flirting with each other, playfully roasting one another, and having a dynamic that only the two of you could understand. Love and hate perfectly combined to build a strong bond.

But Chase was actually in a date yet he was too focused in texting you that his little fling got mad and began to berate Chase's precious using words that only a saint could forgive. And Chase is no saint.

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