Chase (Resisting Love #1)(11)

I scowl at him, and he gives me a small smile in return. I’m glad he’s enjoying himself. He’s not the one who is going to be homeless whenever he moves onto the next woman.

“Chase, do you realize how messed up this situation is?” I hiss at him.

He turns to look at me, the humor now gone from his eyes. “What’s the problem Layla?” he asks me in a worried tone.

I open my mouth, and then close it. I have no idea how to say this without offending him, so I’m, just going to put it out there.

“I was here. When you were last here, a couple of weeks ago? When you were yelling rudely at some girl to leave your room? Ring any bells?” I ask dryly.

Chase visibly cringes. Yeah I think he can see where I’m going with this.

“Layla, f*ck...”

“You treated her like shit Chase, and from what I have heard about you, this is definitely not a good idea.” There I said it.

Chase runs his hands through his hair in frustration. “I’m sorry you heard that Layla. I know it looks bad, and I’m not saying I’m not that person you think I am. But I’m saying that for you-with you, it will be different. I will be different. You are different! I want you to trust me, to take a gamble on me. Just give me a chance Layla. I promise you that I will handle you with care, that I will make it so I’m worthy of you,” he says solemnly.

I know I’m stupid to consider this. But he looks up at me with his eyes, pleading with mine.

“I’m not making any promises Chase, I mean, we can maybe try. But...”

“That’s all I need. I’ll prove myself to you angel.” Chase kisses me on the forehead and says, “Eat baby.”

Then he walks out of my room and goes back into the kitchen.

I sigh, and to think I was so happy when I woke up.





Chapter Six


I get dressed in a pair of black track pants and a tank top and walk back into the kitchen with my empty plate. As I walk in I can see Chase, James and Kade all talking in hushed tones, the conversation intense. Chase does not look happy. In fact, none of them do. He is the tallest at about 6’3, the other two only slightly shorter. He is still shirtless, and I can’t help but admire his lean muscular build, his six pack and heavily indented V’s above his pelvis. His tribal tattoo on his arm is extremely delicious too.

As soon as they see me the conversation comes to a halt.

“Everything okay?” I ask as I slide past them and wash and dry my plate.

Chase stands behind me and plays with my hair with one hand, the other possessively on my hip.

“Thanks for breakfast Chase, it was delicious.”

“You’re welcome, and everything is fine. Just chatting with my brothers.” He whispers in my ear, making my hair stand on end.

I spin around, my eyes searching behind him to James and Kade, who are both still scowling in our direction.

“They are both your brothers?” The only resemblance is the blue eyes, except theirs are paler. Well James and Kade certainly look like brothers, but Chase looks like the odd one out. Chase grabs my hips and lifts me up to sit on the countertop, inserting himself between my legs. Okay that was hot.

“Yeah those two are my baby brothers.” He grins fondly as he replies, and I can see they must be close.

“James, I definitely owe you, bro.” Chase grins at James, who is still scowling.

Kade steps forward, “I don’t think this is such a good idea, when shit doesn’t work out, it’s going to be awkward for everyone..”

The only thing I picked up on, was the ‘when’ it doesn’t work out. He said when, not if. I sure know how to pick them. I squirm to jump down from the counter, but Chase’s hands keep me put. The look on his face definitely keeps me put.

He looks pissed. “Kade, I told you to stay out of it.” I can see an argument starting and I really don’t want to be the cause of these brothers fighting.

“Look, Chase, maybe they are right.” I regret the words as soon as they come out of my mouth, because Chase looks both pissed and hurt.

“Fuck this,” he says stiffly, leaning away from me and leaving the kitchen without a word. We all watch him leave, then our eyes land on each other.

“Layla..” They both start at the same time, but I put my hand up to signal that I don’t want to hear it. I brush past them and go towards my room. So much for not making things awkward.

Before I make it to my room, I decide to change directions and head to Chase’s room. The door is slightly open, and when my knock goes unanswered I open the door and peer in. I can hear the shower on, so I go in and sit on his bed. His phone beeps and my eyes automatically go to it. A girl named Aubrey is calling him. Interesting. Very interesting.

The bathroom door opens and he steps out, black hair wet and disheveled, water droplets dripping down his towel clad body. I’m pretty sure my mouth is hanging open.

“Hey,” he looks surprised to see me. I mentally gather myself.

“Hey yourself. I’m sorry about before. I didn’t want to be the cause of all you guys fighting.”

He sits down on the bed and pulls me onto his lap.

“Hey! I’m going to get wet!” I fake indignation.

“Yes, yes you are.” He nuzzles my neck, then pulls back and looks into my eyes. “Layla, don’t worry about any of that shit. You either want me or you don’t. And I think that you do, so we are going to make this work. Okay? One step at a time.”