Chase’s Point of View:
I sat on the couch at Amelia’s house. The whole time I sat there, Amelia paced back and forth, mumbling to herself. I chuckled and tilted my head back, sighing deeply.
“Baby, you’re doing too much.” I told her.
Amelia stopped and turned to me.
“Are you serious, Chase?” She asked me.
“What baby? I’m just telling you to calm down.”
Amelia chuckled, shaking her head at me.
“I’m sorry, but who was the one who had to beat up Mr. Jones at the place I worked at? Now because of you, I don’t have a damn job.”
“It was either that or I’ll kill him.”
Amelia stared at me and sighed.
“Baby, I’m out of a job. I understand that you were trying to help, but you made it f*****g worse for me.”
I got up from the couch and moved closer to her.
“So, you’d work with someone
