No Strings Attached novel (Clara and Ian) novel Chapter 422

Sasha shoved him away with a roll of her eyes. “Cut it out. There’s nobody here.” Then, she spun on her heel and stepped into the elevator.

Chase followed her with a devilish grin plastered on his face. “Come on, we gotta act lovey-dovey like any other couple. You don’t want to mess up your good rep, do you?”

He reached out again, pulling Sasha close. She made a move to resist, but he leaned in and whispered tantalizingly in her ear, “I’ve got some juicy gossip about your best friend Clara. Play nice, and I’ll spill the beans.”

The mention of Clara perked Sasha up instantly. She looked up at him, all ears. “What’s the scoop? Spill it already!”

Chase lowered his voice. His gaze locked with Sasha’s. “Clara and Ian tied the knot. It’s official.”

He showed her the news on his phone. At the sight of the message, Sasha’s spirits soared. “I knew it! I had this hunch all day on set. It was a sign of good news coming my way.”

Chase chuckled at her excitement. “Or maybe it’s a sign that you’re about to land a handsome, loaded boyfriend.”

Sasha shot him a look. “Don’t forget. You’re just a stand-in.”

“What if one day the charade becomes the real deal?”

“Don’t hold your breath. It’s never going to happen.”

Sasha was too absorbed in the happy news about Clara and Ian to notice the expression on Chase’s face.

Sasha flung off the covers, glaring at the phone. “Mind your own business!”

Chase’s voice was laced with amusement. “But you’re my girlfriend. Of course, I’m going to take care of you. Now be a good girl, eat your breakfast, then you can go back to sleep. Ian and Clara are hosting dinner tonight. I’ll swing by after work to pick you up.”

Lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, Sasha couldn’t shake Chase’s teasing voice from her head. She cursed inwardly, “This guy must be new to the game. Playing pretend boyfriend’s got him all fired up. If we were really together, he’d be all over me every day.”

Despite her notorious grumpiness in the mornings, Sasha actually got out of bed and headed to the kitchen. On the counter, she found two pink thermal containers. She wondered when on earth those had appeared in her house. With curiosity piqued, Sasha opened them up, eager to see what culinary adventure Chase, the playboy, had embarked on for her.

“Please don’t tell me this is some kind of bizarre fusion cuisine.”