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</div>The party at the club was lit, as usual or Chase would have not been in attendance, and it was increasingly hard for him to keep his hands to himself as he worked the VIP crowd like he was born to it.  After all, he was, wasn’t he?  Sure, he technically should not have been able to get into the club, let alone the VIP and certainly not have acquired bottle service, but when your father was high enough in the state government, with whispers of being the next Governor even, things like this simply seemed to happen to you.<br/><br/>As the latest little honey sprung away from him, practically shaking her tail feathers in a display meant to entice him to follow, Chase could not help but half way grin at the way she tried to look as sexy as possible, while also keeping an eye out.  He knew what she was looking for, or more precisely who, and he could not blame her for her worry.  Let little Miss Vandenberg catch you getting a little too frisky, and you’d be lucky to get away with only a drink in your face, or a slap across your cheek.  Make the girl really mad, and well, you could have a lifetime of misery ahead of you.<br/><br/>With these thoughts running through his head, it didn’t make Chase’s plans on springing his news on Kat any easier, but he did not have a lot of time, most of which he had already squandered.  Puzzling these thoughts as he tossed back his drink, Chase spotted the girl of the hour approaching, and he leaned his cheek out for Kat to grace with her lipstick.  He considered telling her right then and there, instead Kat’s words about meeting him back at her place transferred control from one head to the other, and he held his tongue.   There might be some exciting new girls in London, but he wasn’t there tonight.<br/><br/>Heading directly downstairs, Chase gave his number to the valet, having decided to drive himself tonight.  With his luxury sports car brought in a flash, they knew to keep it close to the front by now if for no other reason than to show the type of people who came here, Chase had no trouble speeding home with plenty of time ahead of Kat.  Greeting the doorman with barely a nod, Chase managed to reach his apartment, flick on the lights, open a bottle of champagne (just in case), and pop the top few buttons on his shirt before the knock came at his door.<br/><br/><br/>Opening the door, Chase gifted himself a good long look at Kat in her sexy dress and those heels that drove him crazy every time he saw them.  After all, he mused, this might just be the very last time that he DID see them.    With the door half open, and he frame blocking most of the remaining space, Chase considered that if he was going to drop some bad news, he might as well drop it now, before she stormed into his place and started breaking things his dad would have to pay to replace.  "Kat, hey.   Look, we had a great year.  Really great."  He said, glancing at her cleavage once more with hunger in his eyes, "but I think we need to break up."