No Strings Attached

Chase let out a dismissive chuckle. "Impossible. How could I possibly fall for her? My dream girl is sweet and soft, not like that broad-sharp-tongued and always ready to rumble. I'd rather be a bachelor for life than fall for someone like her. You really don't get it, do you? Your marriage is a sham. Better call it quits now."

Roger couldn't help but laugh with exasperation, "Even a blind man could see you're head over heels for Sasha, and here you are playing dumb."

"You think you've figured it out?"

"Absolutely!"

Chase, with his carefree swagger, snapped back, "Dumb asshole!"

And with that, he hung up the phone without a second thought, leaving Roger cursing under his breath.

lighting it up, Chase wore a smirk that hinted

Sasha. He only looked after

of his car with a roguish air and strolled into the clubhouse. Yet, almost against his will, his feet carried him toward the

eyes held a lecherous glint. The man's hand crept around Sasha's waist in an overly

flame of anger ignited within Chase. He

with a polite smile. "Dexter, I need to greet the other actors. I'll be taking my leave now." As she moved to slip away, Dexter's grip tightened on her wrist, and his face twisted into a lecherous grin. "Sasha, I have a film starting soon, and

insinuation couldn't be clearer. This

but I'd rather focus on my current project before I consider others. Perhaps you should ask

Sasha. Believe me,

defiantly. "I've never heard of being blacklisted for turning down your

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