Chapter 62-1

62. Apologetic “You shouldn’t do that. Like, you really shouldn’t.” Krislynn groaned as she pulled the phone away from her ear and pressed it against the other side of her head. “You make it sound so easy. It’s not like that.” “It is like that!” Michelle barked. “It’s totally easy! Generations of women have done it in the past! Why can’t we? Look, I can’t speak for the rest of the male population because that would be prejudice, but Chase is an animal! You can’t just let him do what he wants! You need to train him! You need to push his nose down and say ‘no’ when he does something you don’t want him to.” “He’s not actually a dog,” she laughed, wondering how she even got pulled into this conversation. The rumour mill was apparently rampant in L.A and the news that Krislynn might have sort of started sleeping with Chase quickly travelled all the way to New York where Michelle was currently preparing for a show. She only called to gossip and confirm the matter, but when Krislynn casually mentioned that she might have been giving into Chase a little more than she should be, Michelle started on a spiral of feminist lectures. “Sex should be the equivalent of a treat. Only reward him if he does something worthy. Don’t reward him if he misbehaves!” Krislynn giggled. “Is that how you treat Seth?” “Why?” “Nothing,” she laughed. “Just that married life might suit you.” Michelle purred at her response. “Well, it’s true that my Sethie never misbehaves.” Krislynn burst into laughter at her brazenness, but when it was all said and done, there wasn’t anything wrong with what Michelle lectured her on either. Just because Chase wanted to get naked every possible moment of the day doesn’t mean she should encourage it by being submissive. She had to draw the line somewhere and she had to let him know where that line was. At dinner, Krislynn told Chase pretty much the length of their conversation in between bites of fries and homemade hamburgers. Of course, he wasn’t the least bit happy about Michelle’s interjections. “Why is it that every time you and Michelle have a conversation about me, I get turned into a dog?” “I don’t know,” she grumbled, adding in a sarcastic eye roll. “Maybe because there’re similarities?” “Uh… like?” “Dogs hump table legs… You hump table legs…” Krislynn took a fleeting glance at him, waiting for Chase to retaliate like he always did, but he didn’t seem to be in the mood to banter with her today. Instead, he had an eyebrow raised with a sly smirk on his face that he wasn’t even attempting to hide. Chase shifted to his side and inched his chair closer to hers. “Are you calling yourself a table leg?” He asked. “No! Wait… what? Did you… are you calling me a table leg?” He shrugged. “Am I?” “Are you?!” He shrugged again and inched his lips closer to hers. “Well you said I humped table legs right? And currently, my favourite thing to hump at night is…” “Obviously still yourself,” she retorted, pushing his face away with the palm of her hands. “Too bad cloning technology hasn’t been invented for humans yet.” Chase chuckled as he sat back upright and took a big bite out of his hamburger. “No comment,” he mumbled in between bites. “Seriously I can’t believe you would even say that. You say I’m your girlfriend, I’m your house cleaner, I’m your piglet and now I’m your table leg too? Honestly which one is it? Which one of these things do I actually mean to you?” He chewed thoughtfully before smiling at her. “I don’t know,” he murmured. “I guess you mean a lot of things to me.” Krislynn lowered her gaze and smiled softly down at her plate before turning back to him red cheeks and all. “I’m still not sleeping with you tonight.” Chase showed her a dramatic groan just to appease her inaccurate expectations of him, but then changed the topic of the conversation. “So tomorrow night, is there something you want to do? I mean it is the weekend. I feel lame that we’re just doing this on a Friday night.” “You said you had things to work on.” “But still.” He wrinkled his nose at her as she stuffed her little mouth full of French fries, and wondered just how many she could fit in before she started choking, or her jaw had to dislocate so she could slip in a few more. “Let’s do something that requires a little bit more effort tomorrow. Is there something you want to do?” Chase waited patiently as Krislynn chewed the ten thousand French fries in her mouth so she could give him an audible answer. He wanted her to ask him for something crazy, something none of her previous boyfriends or lovers could ever do because they were either incapable or unimaginative or most likely, because they were dirt poor. Maybe she would like to spend the day on a yacht or even ask to go on a helicopter ride around L.A while they have lunch thousands of feet up in the air. Whatever she asked for, Chase was confident he could make it happen. Even if she wanted to travel across the world just to have dinner at a fancy restaurant, he was going to make it happen – though he had his doubts about her asking for something so extravagant. Krislynn was probably a really good investment for the common man. She was likely the most low-maintenance and cost-effective girlfriend ever. Too bad Chase had an exorbitant amount of money that he was willing to waste. Unaware of Chase’s impression of what she was going to ask for, Krislynn quietly chewed the food in her mouth as she thought it over. When the idea finally came to her, her eyes popped wide open like an animated cartoon character and she quickly swallowed the food in her mouth so she could spill out her thoughts. “I want to eat s’mores!” She shouted. Chase smashed his face into his palms. He should have known it would be like this. “I asked you what you wanted to do tomorrow! I didn’t ask you what you wanted to eat!!”