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Chapter-32

ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴍᴇ
ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴍᴇsᴍᴇʀɪᴢᴇᴅ
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"Can you go alone?" I ask Chase as he comes out after a shower.

"No."

"Okay, can you not go at all?" I change my question.

"This is the only event I attend." He replies.

"Liar, you attend the events your company hosts." I point out.

"That's different." He says.

"I don't want to get up." I groan and turn face first on the bed.

"I'll take someone else then." He says.

"Okay, bring me food on your way back." I reply.

"Okay. Call Beth and ask her to get ready." He says, rubbing his hair with the towel.

"Excuse me? Why would I do that?" I ask, sitting up.

"Because you're my assistant." He replies in a duh tone.

"Okay. I will, You just wait till she cuts you in pieces with her big big nails and eats you slowly." I tell him, narrowing my eyes.

"Celeste?"

"What?"

"Keep that phone down and get your ass up." He says.

"No. You're going with Beth now." I reply.

"I was joking, I'd rather die than go anywhere with her. Now get up and wear your dress." He says.

"I'll have to do my hair and I didn't even paint my nails. Paint my nails." I tell him.

"Which color?" He asks.

"Whatever you like." I reply. He sighs before he walks to the vanity and picks up a bottle of nailpolish. It's white. "I want glittery nails. Bring a glittery one." I tell him.

"You said whatever I like." He says, rolling his eyes.

"Yes but I thought you'll bring glittery one." I say, looking at my nails. He picks up the glitter one and sits beside me and takes my hand, keeping it on his thigh. Did I mention he was in a towel?

"Stop moving your hand." He complains.

"Sorry." I say as he paints my nails. "They look nice." I say.

"Ofcourse they do, I'm doing them." He brags.

"Shut up and do your work." I say, making him shake his head.

"Done." He says, standing up. I lie down again. "Get up now." He says, getting annoyed.

"It's drying right now, do you want me to ruin the nails?" I ask.

"Fine." He huffs, entering the closet.

Fifteen minutes later he comes out all dressed. He kept his tuxedo jacket on the couch before turning to me with a disappointed look on his face. The next thing he did was pick me up and lock me inside the closet.