An Excerpt from Furious: An Anger Management Novel

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“I’m not drunk,” Sloane mumbled sleepily as Chase pulled her onto his lap before she fell on her adorable ass.

“No, no, of course, you’re not,” Chase said, chuckling when she cracked one eye open to glare up at him as her brother reached past them and opened the front door for him.

“Do you need help?” Tristan asked as Sloane curled up on Chase’s lap and laid her head against his chest with another mumbled, “I’m not drunk.”

“No, I’ve got the little drunk,” Chase said since she’d probably be passed out in a matter of minutes.

“Someone will drop your car off tomorrow morning. Until then, let me know if you have any problems. It was nice meeting you, Chase,” Tristan said, reaching over Sloane to shake his hand.

“Same here,” Chase said, moving to roll Sloane towards her bedroom.

“Happy birthday, Sloane!” Tristan said brightly, earning a grumble from the small woman who couldn’t hold her strawberry daiquiris as he placed the rest of her presents inside the door along with her bag.

“I really hate him,” Sloane mumbled sleepily.

“I bet you do,” Chase said, chuckling as he rolled her into her room.

It took a few minutes, but he eventually managed to get her in bed. That was followed by pulling off her shoes that were probably ruined and her clothes that were still damp from the last birthday wish, Chase noted. After making sure that she wasn’t going to roll off the bed, he pulled the covers over her before rolling into his room to grab one of his shirts for her to sleep in.

When he came back, Chase found her laying on her side, watching him. “I like your smile.”

“Do you?” Chase asked absently, wondering how many drinks she’d had tonight.

“Mmmhmm, it makes you look hotter,” Sloane murmured, nodding solemnly.

“You think I’m hot?” he asked, chuckling because she was definitely drunk.

“Very hot,” she said with a firm nod before adding, “I also think you’re an asshole.”

Chuckling, he asked, “Do you really?”

“A hot asshole that owes me a birthday present,” Sloane said, watching him as he sat there, trying to figure out how he was going to get the little drunk in his shirt without her falling off the bed.

“I do, don’t I?” Chase murmured.

“Yes.”

“What would you like for your birthday?” he asked, deciding to give up on trying to get a shirt on her and tossed it aside, ready to call it a night when she took him by surprise.

“I want another kiss.”

“You want a kiss?” Chase asked, glancing back at her to find her watching him with an adorable pout.

Sighing, Sloane said, “I really do.”

“I think I can handle that,” he said, his lips twitching as he moved closer so that he could lean down and kiss her forehead. “Happy birthday, Pookie.”

When she grumbled, he said, “I thought you wanted a birthday kiss.”

Eyes narrowing, she said, “That’s not a birthday kiss.”

“Then what kind of kiss did you want?” Chase absently asked as he reached back and pulled off his shirt and tossed it on top of the wet clothes that he was going to have to grab before they wrecked the floor.

“I want you to kiss me like you did the other night.”

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