Seduced 1 by P. A. Jones

Chapter 1
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    Punch after punch, Chase continued taking out his wrath on that poor guy and I watched in horror. Chase’s next punch hit him on his cheek, a jet of blood firing from his mouth onto Chase’s hands and his white shirt.
    Chase looked down at his own shirt in anger.“I’m gonna kill you for this,” Chase roared.
    This is really bad. My mind drifted back to half an hour earlier..
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    I had come to my dad’s club this evening with my best friend, Carrie, to grab a drink and some cash I needed for shopping. While I was talking with the receptionist, man came very close to me, sidling up behind me and definitely in my space.
    “Hey, gorgeous. Wassup?” He brought his face so close  that I felt his hot breath touching my cheek—and I couldn’t help but turn away at the smell of vodka.
    Jerk. I was used to drunken jerks at the club, even at this early hour of the evening, and I ignored him, not  wanting to make a scene. He was either too drunk or too stupid to hit on me in my dad’s club. With a shake of my head, I moved away from him and continued talking with the receptionist, Tina.
    “Come on, girl, let’s have some fun.” He lurched forward, grabbed my arm and pulled me to him.
    I looked down at his hand on my arm, almost smiling at what would likely happen next. I’d been in this situation more times than I could count, and it was never a battle that I lost. Never.
    I felt the nerve on my forehead pulsing in anger as he was annoying me now. I lifted my chin and faced him. The first thing that struck my eyes was the innocence in his; he was no doubt handsome and had a cute face. But something about his eyes—the lack of anger, the hint of kindness, made my heart melt in a split second, the anger inside me vanishing. I decided in the blink of an eye to go easy on him.
    “Mr.... whoever. Please don’t act like an idiot. This is my dad’s—” My words were stopped in my mouth by Chase’s appearance behind him. Over his shoulder, I could see the look on Chase’s face and I knew what it meant. I’d seen it plenty of times before. My body froze and thoughts of what was gonna happen to him flashed through my head; he was in real trouble.
    Chase grabbed his shoulder from behind. The cute guy’s expression changed as Chase increased the pressure on his shoulder. Chase was huge, and I had often wondered if he could cover my complete face with hand—and felt lucky that I’d never found out. The cute guy turned to face him and BAM, Chase hit him with a right-hand punch.
    Chase punched him again and again, pummeling him until blood came out of his mouth.
    I was standing there watching the cute guy getting his face wrecked by Chase, my stomach clenching as blood started to appear from everywhere. With every punch, my heart skipped a beat. I was afraid that at any moment Chase would kill him.
    Chase stretched his thick neck to the left. His nostril flared and he gazed at the man he was holding with one hand, wiping his fist on the man’s blue shirt. Chase then carefully checked if any blood was remaining on his hand. “You are paying for this one,” he said, punching the man one more time like an exercise bag.
    “Please—”The cute guy tried to say something, but his words were wiped out by Chase’s next punch. Maybe he was pleading for mercy. But the Chase I know wouldn’t listen to him. No matter what, he would take his anger out on that man. He was still the same as I remembered: bloody, grumpy and deadly.
    Chase lifted that man parallel to his head with a single hand. The guy looked like a small ant in front of the huge Chase. The cute guy’s head was hanging back on his neck; he was either unconscious or already dead.
    Fear passed through my spine like a bolt of lightning as Chase tossed him on the bar counter like a scarecrow. Empty glasses skittered to the floor, the ones he landed on breaking as he crumpled on the mahogany surface. The sound of glass