Hey everyone. Here with a new project I'm starting. I've been struggling with my other story so I'm hoping that having other things to write might help my writers block and get some ideas going. It gets kind of boring when I focus on just one story so I'm trying to get some variety to get the mojo flowing, so I came up with this little story. It shouldn't be very long, I'm planning on making this a couple of chapters or so but my stories often spiral out of control so it may be longer but we'll see. I'll try my best to update but I'm currently trying to learn two languages at the same time so I'm pretty swamped, however I promise I won't disappear of the face of the earth and leave you hanging! :)
Anyway please enjoy!
Chapter 1: Wake up Call
Buuuzzzzz
Buuuzzzzz
Chase cracked his eyes open, but shut them immediately upon catching an eyeful of the sunlight streaming through the window. Completely disoriented he rolled over to the side away from the blaring sun before making another attempt at opening his eyes. This time he succeeded, glaring through squinted eyes at the object that had awoken him.
It was a cellphone, silver fucking cellphone. It sat there innocently pm the brown mahogany end table; in front of a white alarm clock whose green numbers proudly informed him that it was six in the morning. He groaned, burying his face in his pillow. After burrowing his head in the fabric for a moment he froze.
Buuuzzzzz
Buuuzzzzz
He sat up on his elbows suddenly, his long hair falling in his face, the greenish black contrasting against the stark white pillows. Amongst the pounding in his head he registered that his pillows where red not white and were much softer than these. He glanced over at the silver cellphone he knew he didn't own before twisting his head to survey the room. It was a hotel room, a nice one actually, with cream colored walls and a plasma TV perched against the wall, to the left of which he could see a pair of French doors that likely led to the rest of the expensive suite. A ray of light hit his face and he craned his neck to see that the source of the sunlight was not from the window but rather the doors leading to an expansive balcony. The balcony wasn't the only thing he saw on the other side of the bed, where a lump lay hidden amongst the thick covers of the king sized bed. Protruding from the top was a slim, creamy arm nestled amongst long, inky black hair spread across the pillow like black rivers.
Well then.
Chase smirked, sitting up in bed and quickly discovering he was without clothing as the covers pooled at his waist. It appears he had managed to spend the height with someone. Who he had no idea an as He ran his hand through his hair and glanced around the room once more, he realized he had absolutely no recollection of how he had gotten here. Obviously he had been drinking the night previous. It would certainly explain the memory loss, and the pounding headache, but that was about the only thing he could deduce at the moment.
Chase yawned before sheepishly looking at the crumpled heap beside him. Perhaps the lady could shed some light on his location. She was likely some poor stranger he had seduced into whoever's bed this was, but at least she could tell him what country he was in. Just as he was about to lift the convers of the unsuspecting bundle, a chime interrupted him. He glanced at the silver cellphone, one that looked somewhat familiar, to see that the screen was glowing. He twisted over to peer at the bright lettering informing him that the phone had received a voicemail. He picked it up, and scrolled through the device until he found the message archive.
It was a bit rude but he was Heylin.
He clicked on the most recent message and pressed the device to his ear.
Hey Kim! Just calling to check in! Hope your Dad's conference went all right!
Chase furrowed his brows, that voice was familiar.
We miss you, even Raimundo, so I hope you can return soon but take your time. I know its been hard.
The voice was soft and sympathetic and so damn familiar but Chase just couldn't place his finger on it.
Oh by the way don't ask where I got the phone. See ya!
The phone hung up with click.
Conference? Chase rubbed his face in his hand before realization hit him. Of course! He remembered the day previous when Spicer had come into his palace absolutely begging Chase to accompany him to an international business conference hosted in Tokyo. Normally the young man would have been booted out of his home on the spot however Jack had done him a good service (for once) during one of his schemes and Chase had rewarded Jack with a single favor should he ever need it. Therefore he was forced to begrudgingly accept. He remembered entering the party with an unusually happy Jack beside him but after that he drew a blank.
A shift and a groan caught his attention and he looked at the bundle beside him, which shifted slightly before settling, its occupant resting with an exhale. Obviously she was the daughter of whoever was hosting this event. He snickered. He was an excellent guest wasn't he?
Mystery solved he moved to get out of bed before a card on the table next to the cellphone caught his attention. It was a thank you card, obviously they had handed them out at the door. He peered at the writing and froze.
Tohomiko industries thank you for your attendance.
He suddenly realized whom the voice on the phone belonged to.
That had been Dojo Kanojo Cho, calling for someone named Kim, whose father owned Tohomiko Industries. Chase clamped his hand over his mouth and inhaled sharply, hissing through his teeth.
Shit.
A gasp behind him caught his attention and he turned to find his bedmate wide-awake and upright, her blue eyes staring at him in absolute horror.
"Kimiko…" he began slowly, reaching out a tentative hand towards the young woman. Se opened her mouth.
"Don't." he growled in warning, but he was too late.
She let out an absolutely scathing screech that grated on his ears.
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