Jade
Resettling on the couch, he turned his intense gaze on me, causing me to feel uncomfortably self-conscious under his scrutiny. They always stared at me as if I were a piece of meat and they were hungry animals, starving for weeks.
"So, where were we?" he inquired.
"I'm not your mate. I rejected both of you," I stated firmly.
"But neither of us accepted that rejection," Chase interjected, his footsteps echoing as he approached, holding out a glass before me. "Here. Take it."
What made him think I'd be interested in whiskey at this hour of the night? There was seriously something wrong with him.
"I don't want it."
"After such a long, tiring day, you should give yourself a boost," Chase insisted, setting his own glass down and using his free hand to pinch my cheek. "Take it."
"God!" I groaned, pulling away from his touch. "What the heck is wrong with you?"
He chuckled at my reaction. "Take the drink, and then I'll explain."