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Chapter 31: Bryce Dallas Howard


Godmakeitstop. Godmakeitstop...

That thought raced through my mind as I shivered under a pile of blankets. Sweat flowed from every pore on my body yet I was freezing. It felt like spiders were crawling all over me and the more I tried to fight them off, the more I shivered.

The morning Kelsea Ballerini had bailed me out of jail after my DUI, I had said the phrase I had been avoiding since the car accident.

"I'm an addict. I need help."

Kelsea looked at me. "I know, Chase. Hell, everyone knows. I can't believe it took you getting a DUI to finally admit it. I'll make a couple calls, we'll get you into rehab."

I looked at her. "Are you okay? You look sad."

Kelsea sighed. "Yeah...no. Why does every guy I fall for cheat?"

I hugged her. "Any man who'd cheat on you oughta have his brains beat out and mailed back home to his mother. I'll find him..."

"NO. You're in enough trouble as it is. This...and if the rumors from Nashville are true, you might be a wanted man soon."

"What have you heard?"

"The lead detective in the Devin Hodges murder is gunning for you because...well..."

I groaned. "Yeah. I did a shoot with his wife..."

The next day, Kelsea had driven me to the rehab center. Before I got in her car, I swallowed the remaining pills that I'd had.

Night one was fairly peaceful but by night two, I realized I was out of pills and panicked as I realized I couldn't just make a call to Tony and get more.

By night 3, the harsh reality had set in. I was a junkie in a lockdown rehab. As I lay there shivering yet soaked in sweat under all the blankets, I looked up and pills rained down toward me. In excitement, I reached out to catch as many as I could but the second my hand closed around some, they disappeared.

I broke down sobbing as I finally realized how far I had sunk. Way to go, Chase. You ruined everything. And the worst part? This is gonna look bad on Taylor. She'll never forgive you for this.

-------2 months later-------

I woke up in a bedroom at Kelsea's house. She had picked me up from rehab at the end of treatment and given me a place to stay as I tried to get back on my feet.

I stumbled to the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face. As it dripped into the sink, I stared at my reflection. "You lucky, lucky bastard" I said aloud.

Since the DUI was my first offense and I had pled no contest, the judge had thankfully been merciful. He sentenced me to 6 months probation and to attend drug/alcohol counseling meetings. "My name is Chase and I'm an addict," that sort of thing.

I marked the day off on my calendar and headed to the 'Cuda to head to my studio. Thanks to Ed never abandoning me, I had slowly started rebuilding my career. Not surprisingly, several of the celebrities' agents he had called had not wanted anything to do with me but thankfully some did.

I sat in the driver's seat for a minute and looked at my phone. A few weeks ago, Taylor had released her new album The Tortured Poets Department and the reviews had been stellar. I had loved it but had a nagging feeling that two of the songs, or at least the titles, had been inspired by me: "My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys" and "I Can Fix Him (No Really, I Can)."

I shook off the feeling and texted Taylor. "Congrats on TTPD. It's great as always."

To my surprise, she replied almost immediately. "Thanks. It felt kinda strange doing the photoshoots with a photographer other than you. Are you okay?"

I typed out "Yeah. Just missing you" but erased the last part and sent just "Yeah."

BUZZZZZZZ!!!! BUZZZZZZZ!!!!


Ed was calling. I answered. "Hey, boss."

"Hey, kid. Did I wake you?"

"No. I'm sitting in the car. What's up?"

"Well... word's finally out that you finally got sober and you're back to work."

I smiled. "Who's the job?"

Ed chuckled. "Straight to the point as always. Think red hair, big ass. She'll meet you at your studio in a couple hours."

"Okay. Hey, Ed?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for not giving up on me."

"Never have, never will, Chase. I gave a couple others your phone number so expect calls."

I smiled. "Didn't expect anything else from you, Ed. See you."

I hung up and glanced up to see Kelsea coming up the driveway, walking her dog Dibs. She stopped by the 'Cuda's door. "Headed out?"

"Yeah. Listen, Kelsea... thanks for everything but I think I'm ready to move back in to my apartment."

Kelsea looked a bit disappointed. "Oh. Okay...it's just...I kinda got used to having you here."

I sighed. "Kelsea, I need to get back to life. Back to work. I'll..." A light bulb went on in my head. I grabbed a pen and piece of paper and wrote a phone number on it. "Call this number whenever you're ready. He's a good guy who'll treat you like the queen you are."

Kelsea took the paper from me. "Do you trust this guy?"

I nodded. "Known him my whole life. He's a good guy."

She smiled. "Okay. I'll call him." She headed into the house.

I started the 'Cuda and realized I didn't have my wallet. I went back inside and heard Kelsea on the phone.

"Is this Jack?" There was a pause. "Chase gave me your number. This is Kelsea Ballerini."

I grabbed my wallet and went back to the 'Cuda. Before I drove off, I sent a quick text to Jack. "You're welcome."

-------a few hours later------

I sat in my studio office and looked around. The walls still bore a few marks from my rampage with the bat. I cringed as I remembered falling for Kendall Jenner's sob story about Taylor cutting her off.

"Fucking idiot..." I said aloud to the empty air.

I shook my head and tried to focus on who the client was that Ed had told me about. What did he say? "Red hair." Did Jessica Chastain book another shoot? Wait. "Big ass." Jessica's ass is great but it's not...Wait. Did he find...her? M..."

"Hello? Is anyone here?"

I slapped my face and muttered quietly "Snap out of it, Chase. Back to work" as I walked out to the studio.

My eyes landed on Bryce Dallas Howard, standing there in a tight red dress. Ed had DEFINITELY been right about the big ass. I felt a familiar twitch in my boxers.

Bryce saw me and smiled. "Chase?"

"Yep. Ed gave me a couple hints as to who was gonna show up but...I didn't guess you."

"Who did you think it was? Jessica Chastain?"

"Yeah." I admitted. "I've met her before but... this is a pleasant surprise."

Bryce smiled and said "Well...it's a pleasant surprise to see you too. For someone who has a reputation like yours, you're still kind of a mystery, Chase."

I cringed a little at her mention of my reputation.

Bryce saw and said "I mean your photography reputation too, not just the..." Her face turned as red as her hair.

I grinned. "The other one?"

"Yeah. You've got quite the track record on both fronts from what I've heard." Bryce smiled again.

We began the shoot. As the hour went by, my mind started to wander. Mystery? Me? What did that mean? I mean...the only pictures of me had been the ones the paparazzi got of me and Christina but...

"Chase? You okay?" Bryce asked

"Yeah. Just... thinking. Trying to focus." I shifted as I tried to hide the growing situation in my jeans.

Bryce, now wearing a short black dress and thigh high boots, came closer to me. "Well...one thing seems pretty focused." She kissed me and started rubbing between my legs.

"Oh...him." I said as I kissed Bryce and my hands drifted down her back to squeeze the ass I had been staring at since she had arrived.

Bryce knelt and quickly unfastened my belt and yanked my pants and boxers to the floor. As my hardened cock popped free, her eyes widened. "Yeah...him." she said as she started sucking.

"Goddamn..." I groaned as I watched my cock disappear into Bryce's mouth.

Bryce looked up at me. "Fuck my mouth."

"You want it, you got it!" I started thrusting into her mouth.

"Is that all you've got? I said skull-fuck me, boy!!!"

I grabbed a fistful of Bryce's hair and started bucking my hips as fast as I could. "FUCKKK!"

"GWAK-GWAK-GWAK-GWAK-GAAAAHHHH!!" Bryce gagged.

I stepped back and tried to catch my breath. Bryce stood up and took her dress off. I laid down on the floor and she positioned herself over my cock.

"Brace yourself, Chase."

"Do your worst, Ms. Howard." I grinned.

Without a word, Bryce dropped herself onto me, dug her nails into my chest and started riding me.

"SHITTT!!!!" We both moaned as I grabbed her hips and started thrusting up into her dripping pussy.

"FUCK YES CHASE!!!!" Bryce screamed as she rode me harder, her red hair flying around her face.

Quick as a flash, I rolled Bryce onto her back and kept thrusting into her.

"FUUUUCCCKKK!" Bryce screamed as her hole tightened and released her juices all over my cock.

"Damn..." I panted as I pulled out of her.

Bryce looked at me. "We're not through yet."

I had a feeling I knew what she meant but I played dumb. "Why?"

Bryce got on her hands and knees and looked at me over her shoulder. "Put it in my ass.”

“Are you serious?” I asked

“Afraid you can’t handle it, big boy?” Bryce asked, a devilish glint in her eye.

Without a word, I got behind Bryce, pushed my cock into her and started thrusting hard.

"FUCK!!!! HARDER!!!" She screamed.

I grabbed her hair with one hand and smacked her ass as I thrust into her big ass with all I had. It wasn't long before I felt the familiar throbbing feeling in my cock.

"Fuck, Bryce, I'm gonna cum!"

"DO IT!!!! CUM IN MY ASS!"

"FUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!!!!" I roared as cum shot out of me into her ass.

I pulled out of her ass and stood up to catch my breath. Bryce stood and faced me. I kissed her and spread her ass cheeks open as my cum dripped out of her.

"Fuck, that was great." I panted.

"Yeah it was." Bryce smiled.

We got dressed and I said "What did you mean by me being mysterious?"

We went outside and Bryce said "Well...other than the reputation as a great photographer and an amazing fuck, there's not a lot known about you, Chase. Plus you kinda vanished off the face of the earth for two months."

"I was in rehab. Getting off painkillers is a bitch."

Bryce looked surprised. "Oh that's why Ed said you were unavailable for...how'd he put it?...'Personal reasons.'"

"Yeah but I had to do it." A taxi pulled up and I opened the door.

Bryce smiled and kissed my cheek. "Thanks for a great afternoon, Chase. It was worth the wait." She got in, I closed the door and the taxi took off.

I took my phone out of my pocket and saw I had a couple missed calls, texts, and a voicemail from Jack. I listened to it.

"Come on, dipshit! Answer your goddamn phone! Call me back when you get this. Got some news I think you might want to hear."

My heart raced as I started punching in Jack's number but before I finished, an unknown number appeared on the screen. Remembering Ed's words about giving my number out to other potential clients, I answered.

"Hello?"

A woman's voice said "Chase?"

"Yeah. Who's this?"

"You're a hard man to get ahold of."

Feeling a little frustrated, I repeated my question. "Who is this??"

"I've been trying to get ahold of you since New York. My name's Jennifer."


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