Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. It did not/will not happen and should not be mistaken as such. Everyone featured in this story is 18+.
Note: this is the first of two chapters where Chase hits rock bottom. Both this chapter and the following one will be darker than previous ones.
Pin Up
Chapter 29: Millie Bobby Brown
I started shaking as I told Lainey the news Brad Paisley had given me.
"They found Devin's body. I..."
"You killed him?!?! You told me you beat him up and shot the floor!"
I closed my eyes and pictured it. I could see myself hitting him in the head with my gun over and over until he lay at my feet, barely breathing. I stood over him and...
I opened my eyes. "I...shot him in the chest, I think."
"YOU THINK?!?!" Lainey screamed. "Chase...you have to run. NOW!"
I looked at her. "You're coming with me, right?"
"NO I'M NOT GOING WITH YOU!!!"
Genuinely surprised, I asked "Why not?!?"
"Why the hell would I run?? I didn't kill a man! Look... I'll help you pack but I'm not going with you."
We rushed around the apartment throwing some of my clothes into a couple bags. I grabbed my guitar case and camera bag and followed Lainey down to the street where the 'Cuda was parked. She threw the bags into the trunk as I put the guitar in the backseat and the camera in the passenger seat.
I looked at Lainey. "You're really not coming?"
"No, Chase. Look... you rescued me from an abusive relationship and I'll always love you for that but there's two big reasons I've been..." Her eyes welled up. "...I've been thinking about ending this for a while."
I was shocked. "Wh...why?"
Lainey wiped tears away. "One reason is...there's only one blonde singer who has your heart...and we both know it ain't me."
A gust of wind ripped through me. As I pulled my jacket on, my pill bottle fell out and spilled on the ground. As I scrambled to pick them up, Lainey said sadly "There's the other."
"I...I'm trying..." I stammered
"Save it, Chase." Lainey said. She leaned in and kissed me. "Now...saddle up and ride away."
I got in the 'Cuda and fired it up. As it roared to life, I looked toward Lainey. She was walking back inside and I got one last glimpse of her Wrangler jeans covered booty.
As I drove away, my mind started racing. "Shit...what have I done? How can I get out of..."
A name popped into my mind. Jack. My older brother was a detective on the Nashville PD.
I stopped at a gas station to fill the 'Cuda's tank and I called Jack's cell.
"Hey, little brother. Been a while..."
"I'm in trouble." I blurted out.
Jack started to laugh. "Oh, really? What did you do this time, kill a man? Wait..." he stopped. "The Hodges murder. Chase, PLEASE tell me that wasn't..."
"Uh...maybe..."
Jack groaned. "Chase, I've covered your ass for a lot of shit over the years but I'm a cop now...Wait. Where are you?"
I said "Filling up at a Texaco station. I'm probably gonna lay low at Mom and Dad's in Hamilton for a while."
"DON'T DO THAT, YOU FUCKING IDIOT!" Jack roared. "If you're really a suspect, then Mom and Dad's is the first place they'll look!"
"Well, where the fuck am I supposed to go?!?! Jack, you've gotta do something!!"
Jack sighed. "Alright. McLaughlin is leading the investigation and he isn't really looking into anyone else but you for this but...Go back to L.A. It's big enough, you probably won't be found. Lay low. Maybe do a couple photography jobs. But the most important thing..."
I blurted out "I'll go to Taylor, beg her to let me stay..."
"NO, DIPSHIT!" Jack snapped. "I was about to say the most important thing you can do right now is stay the fuck away from Taylor. You've already dragged Lainey into this...or maybe Lainey dragged you in, I don't know. Look, just... go hide in LA, stay quiet. Steve and I will do what we can."
"Who?" I asked
"Steve, my partner. He's kinda the Tubbs to my Crockett."
"Ah, gotcha."
"No promises but we'll do what we can. McLaughlin is kinda shady anyway and he's obsessed with taking you down because..."
I groaned. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Because I fucked Miranda..."
Jack said "You'll be okay. Listen, some time when the dust has settled from all this...you gotta let me take a look at that little black book of yours."
"Haha."
"I ain't kidding. I know you've met her." Jack said.
I knew exactly who he meant: his number one. The woman who meant to him what Taylor did to me. "Well... I'll do what I can."
Jack said "Like I said, go to L.A. Lay low. Stay the fuck away from Taylor. Steve and I will try to fix this shit with McLaughlin somehow. Chase? One more thing."
I tensed up slightly. "What's that?"
"Get off those pills and quit drinking, okay?"
"Jack, I'm..."
Jack sighed. "Yeah, yeah. You're trying. Just like every other addict I've met. I'll call you soon."
He hung up and I sat in the driver's seat of the 'Cuda thinking about what to do. I swallowed a couple pills and turned the car toward L.A.
-------2 months later-------
I woke up in a pill and whiskey-induced fog for the third or maybe fourth day in a row. All the days seemed to run together now.
I had converted my office in the studio into a small apartment. I slept on the couch, cooked in a microwave and showered at the gym down the street.
I stumbled to the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face. As I stared at my reflection in the mirror, all I could think of was Taylor. More accurately, Taylor and her new guy who seemed to be dominating the news. "Of course that's how it goes. I kill a football player, the love of my life starts dating a football player." I said aloud to the empty air.
I dressed and went outside, something I rarely did anymore. I was in constant fear of one day turning around to see Brendan McLaughlin and a bunch of cops from Nashville with guns drawn.
I swallowed a few pills and sighed. No word from Jack on the investigation had come in so I took that as no news was good news.
My phone buzzed. Ed's number popped up. He'd spread the word that Chase the photographer was back in business.
"What's up, boss?" I asked.
"Got two clients for you, kid. Well..."
"Well what, Ed? You know my rule."
"Nonono, it's not her. It's just that... you've said no to one before because..."
I sighed. "Ed...as long she's at least nineteen. That's how old Eilish was."
"She is. It's the girl who plays Eleven on Stranger Things."
I was surprised. "Really? She's 19? I...Wait... you said there were two. Who's the other?"
Ed hesitated then said "It's not your one definite no but she's one of her sisters."
"No."
"Kid..."
"NO."
"Chase, she's offering you a shitload of money!"
"Ed, I can't. I can't do that to Taylor."
"For Chrissakes, Chase! You're really gonna walk away from a million dollars because of your blind loyalty to your goddamn ex?!?!??!"
My jaw dropped. "Did you say...?"
"She's offering you $1.5 MILLION for a couple hours work. Think about it..."
I took a deep breath. "Set it up. Both of them."
"Already got the one set up. Be at your studio at 4:30."
-------4:35 p.m.--------
I stood outside my studio and looked at my watch. "Ugh. Come on..." I groaned impatiently as I waited.
I swallowed a couple pills and checked my phone. A text from Ed said "Got the second shoot set up. Gave her your number. She'll call later."
I texted "OK, gotcha" in reply to Ed then texted Jack. "What's going on with McLaughlin??"
"Excuse me. Are you Chase?" A British-accented voice asked.
I glanced up from my phone and saw Millie Bobby Brown standing in front of me. Clad in a short jean skirt and a tank top that matched, she looked... hot. I felt the familiar stirring in my boxers begin.
"Y...yeah. Nice to meet you, Miss Brown. And...I kinda forgot you were British."
Millie smiled. "It's Millie...and yeah, a lot of people forget. Are we going in or you wanna do this out here?"
"N...no. Inside." I held the door open and Millie walked inside. As hard as I tried, I couldn't keep my eyes off her ass in that short skirt.
Millie looked over her shoulder and caught me staring. "See something you like?"
I felt the pills kick in and said "Yeah but..."
Millie winked. "Of course. You're a professional, after all." She leaned against the wall and smiled.
As the shoot went on, my mind started wandering to the other shoot Ed had mentioned. Mainly which sister wanted me badly enough that she was gonna pay me $1.5 million.
"What million?" Millie asked.
I realized that I had said that aloud. "Just another shoot popped into my mind. I set the camera down and said "Alright. I think we got it."
Millie, now wearing jeans and a jacket with nothing under it, came closer to me. "Good. Now..." she grabbed my shirt and pulled me into a kiss.
I pulled back from her. "Stop. I can't... You're..."
"I'm what, Chase?" Millie asked as she took the jacket off and stood before me topless. "Engaged?"
"Yeah..." I said, thinking that was the way out as I quickly swallowed a few pills.
"Since when has a client being engaged or married ever stopped you?" Millie asked with a smirk.
"You got me there."
"I'm 19. You're single. So...what's the problem?"
"Fuck it..." I said as I unfastened my belt and pulled my jeans down.
"Oh. My. GOD..." Millie knelt and started sucking me.
"FUCKKKK!" I moaned loudly as she built up speed and took me all the way into her mouth.
"Goddamn, you trying to kill me?" I gasped.
"No..." Millie winked as she stood up and released me from her mouth. She stood up and pulled her jeans off. I looked her up and down.
"Holy. Fuck..."
"Exactly what I want..." Millie got on her hands and knees and looked at me over her shoulder. "Well? Come on then."
I got behind Millie and slid into her dripping hole. "FUCK!" I moaned and started thrusting hard into her.
"YES CHASE! FUCK MEEE!!!" She screamed as I started thrusting as hard as I could into her.
I pulled out of her and laid down. "Ride me."
Millie bit her lip and nodded as she slid down and slowly started riding. I grabbed her hips and started thrusting up into her pussy with all I had.
"FUCK YES CHASE! FINISH ME!" As she hit her orgasm, Millie let out a high-pitched scream that I thought for sure had shattered the windows.
I rolled her onto her back and kept thrusting into her with all I could until I felt the throbbing feeling begin in my cock.
"Fuck, Millie, I'm gonna..."
"PULL OUT!!!!" She screamed.
"FUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!" I roared as cum shot out of me all over Millie's stomach.
"Well... that was...WOW." Millie gasped for breath.
"Yeah. I'll get you a towel to clean up." I panted as I stood up.
"No need." Millie wiped the cum off with her hand and licked her hand clean.
"Kinky..." I said as we started getting dressed. I swallowed a handful of pills with a glass of whiskey.
"Jake loves that." Millie said with a laugh.
"I bet."
We dressed and walked outside. Millie hailed a taxi and looked at me. "I'm gonna be in town for a while. Wanna come by my hotel room tomorrow for round two?"
"I don't think so."
"Why?" Millie asked, seeming genuinely surprised.
The pills kicked in and I said "You booked me for a shoot so obviously you knew about the reputation. In case you forgot, here's the Cliff's Notes version: I get booked, client and I fuck, either I leave or they do. This is my place so you're leaving. Only once has a client stuck around..."
"Still in love with Taylor after all this time, huh?" Millie asked as she got in the taxi.
"Always. Have Bon Jovi Jr. tell his dad I'm a big fan." I closed the taxi door and went back inside.
I went to my office and and sat down at my desk with a bottle of Jack Daniel's in my hand. I opened it and took a swig to drown the memories of Taylor coming up.
BUZZZZZZZ!!!! BUZZZZZZZ!!!!
An unknown number popped up on my phone. I answered with "I assume this is the other client Ed told me about."
"It is" a female voice replied.
"Good. Then listen up, whichever sister you are. Two things. One: The price for my soul has gone up. $2 million for the shoot."
The woman on the other end of the call hesitated for a moment then said "2 mil for 2 hours sounds reasonable, Chase. Done."
"Good. Call Ed for my account number. Now... which Kardashian or Jenner are you?"
To be continued...
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