Free Chase (Chase #1) by M. L. Young

obnoxious at times, but whatever,” she said.
    “I’m sorry to hear that . What’s her name?” I asked, picking up my glass of ice water to take a sip.
    “Alexis,” she said.
    I froze, the most expression I was ever going to show all night coming in this one moment, before I gulped down the chilled water and set the glass down, trying not to skip a beat.
    “You look weird . Are you okay?” she asked.
    “Yeah, I’m fine,” I said.
    Could it be? Could Alexis be her sister? No, she couldn’t be. Alexis was from the Midwest, and I was sure Jasmine was from around here. Besides, Alexis never mentioned anything about family living out here. She said she was basically alone, and missed home. That was, unless she and her sister didn’t talk. Maybe they were estranged or something.
    Just hearing her name stirred up something fierce deep within me that I knew I couldn’t deny. I wanted her, I wanted her now, but it was foolish to even let myself feel that way. Here I had a beautiful woman, a sexy woman with blonde hair and huge tits, just waiting to go back to my place to please my every carnal desire. She didn’t care about settling down or having kids. She just wanted to fuck. Kinky fucking sex. I couldn’t give that to her, though, not after hearing that name. I didn’t want kinky fucking sex with her. I lost my edge, my drive, my mojo, and I wanted, no needed it back, and fast.
    Fuck . Why the hell was this happening to me, of all people? Whatever the reason, I knew I couldn’t sit here and go through with this dinner and date. My mind was too preoccupied.
    I stood up, taking out my wallet just as Franco came back with the appetizer and wine . I took a hundred-dollar bill, tossed it on the table, and turned around, walking out of the restaurant. I couldn’t do this.
    As I got into my car and turned it on, Jasmine came running out, her heels off, a nd she came to my window and tapped on it. Knowing that I walked out on her, and that she’d likely want an explanation, I rolled it down, against my better judgment.
    “What the hell, man ? You’re just going to ditch me? I thought we were going to fuck!” she exclaimed loudly.
    “I’m sorry, but I can’t tonight,” I said.
    “You’re just a pussy. You probably can’t get your micro dick up!”
    “It might have gone up more if your ratty toenails weren’t scraping against it,” I said, taking out my wallet.
    Before she could even give a rebuttal, I handed her a twenty-dollar bill, much to her surprise.
    “What’s this for?” she asked, confusion clear in her voice.
    “Go get yourself a pedicure . You really need one,” I said with a smirk, before driving off.
    Just as I was about to pull onto the street I looked in the rearview mirror, seeing her screaming and stomping her feet, throwing a tantrum . I chuckled, turned, and set course for home.
    •••
    Things weren’t easier later that night. I was restless, unable to get any sleep, my nerves completely shot. I took out my phone, navigated to the app, and came across Alexis’s profile, the same picture that was up before sitting right there in front of me, teasing me.
    It said she was last online just twenty minutes ago, a good sign for me. I clicked to message her, watching the text box blink as it waited for my message. I struggled with what to say.
    “I can’t do this,” I said aloud, softly, before locking my phone and tossing it on the side of the bed.
    I put my hands on my face and rubbed my eyes, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, trying to calm myself down. The room was dark, with just the moonlight offering the slightest bit of solace from the terrors of the abysmal darkness that shrouded my room and my mind. I felt hopeless, like I was falling, unable to pick myself back up. This was what I was like the last time it happened, with Melanie, those few years ago. Alexis was incredibly different than her, but I clamored for Melanie the same way I was clamoring for Alexis now, and