Chase (Resisting Love #1)(18)

He chuckles, and starts tickling me. “Look who’s talking, if I had my say you would be completely covered. Not even a little bit of your skin showing.” I laugh.

We are lost in our own world when we hear a “Umm.. Hi, Mr. Jackson.”

Chase and I both glance up to see three women standing there staring at him. One is twirling her hair with her finger, one biting her lip and the other is blatantly sticking her chest out. I groan. Some women. Chase smiles politely, but not very warmly.

“Ladies..” he nods his head at them, then turns back to me, ignoring them completely, until the hair twiddler steps forward. She has long bleached blonde hair and blue eyes, and her pink bikini leaves nothing to the imagination.

“We haven’t seen you at work for some time Sir, that is, we were wondering..”

I gasp out loud when she says she works with him, or for him I assume.

Chase hears it and he tries his best to get rid of these women ASAP. “Ladies I’m sorry but I’m here with my woman.. so...” he says in a toneless voice.

“Of course Mr. Jackson, perhaps when you and she are done, you can give me a call?” she purrs.

“You have got to be f*cking kidding me.” This came from Chase. My thoughts exactly, but vocalized by him.

The girls stare at each other, now unsure. “It’s just that, we heard, that like..” This is from the one biting her lip. Short sleek brown hair, brown eyes, extremely tan and freckled, she was wearing a white one piece swimsuit that was only made a one piece by the thin chain attaching the top to the bottom.

Chase pulls down his sun glasses, so they can see the animosity in his eyes. “What part about I’m sitting here with my f*cking woman do you not understand? I’m taken. This woman here,” he gestures to me, “she owns me. So.. I’m.not.f*cking.interested,” he bites out. They flinch back, before hastily mumbling goodbye. He glances at me and sighs, obviously expecting an interrogation. Which he gets.

“They work for you?” I say this slowly.

“Well, I suppose they do. I don’t personally know all my employees.” He says defensively.

“Are you sure about that?” I mutter, more to myself, but he hears it anyway.

“Layla, let’s just enjoy our day okay. No arguing.”

“Fine.” I say rudely. I’m still in shock over the ‘she owns me’ comment he made. Wow, that is some heavy stuff right there.

Chase smirks and says, “I’m pretty sure those are fighting words baby.”

I roll my eyes and purse my lips to stop myself from smiling.

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“When am I going to get a ride on that sexy Harley of yours?” I ask Chase when we pulled up to the house. Ever since I found out it was his, I’ve been eyeing it. I’ve never seen him ride it. He gives me a slow, sexy smirk.

“Oh, you want a ride, do you baby?” he drawls

“You know I do, but I’ll take a ride on your bike, since that’s all you are offering!” I smirk.

He laughs, “How about right now? I’m free, and now that you have mentioned it, I can’t wait to have you pressed up behind me.”

“Wait, I need some proper clothes to wear. I don’t want to be a squid!” Don’t tell me that you don’t learn things from Sherrilyn Kenyon’s books.

Chase’s eyebrows rise and then he bursts out laughing. “I was going to give you my leather jacket, will that work?”

“I guess it will do.” I smirk. Luckily I’m already wearing jeans and my combat boots with skulls on them.

We walk to the bike and he lifts me on to the Harley, puts the leather jacket on me, and a helmet. He gets on, and I wrap my arms around him, feeling his taut muscle. He is so freaking sexy. I groan, causing him to chuckle.

“Hold on tight beautiful” he rumbles.

He doesn’t have to tell me twice. We ride around for about two hours, and I keep singing Grease two’s ‘Cool rider’ in my head. When we finally get home, Chase pulls my helmet off and gives me such a heated passionate kiss, my insides melt. He winks at me, carrying me off the bike and into the house, holding me like one would a bride on her wedding night. How did I get so lucky?





Chapter Ten


Before I know it my classes start and Chase and I develop a routine. He drops me off at classes most days, if his work schedule is flexible, and then he will pick me up and take me out for dinner, a movie or we will stay in and I’ll cook for everyone. A lot of the times Chase will deal with his business on the phone so he doesn’t have to go in at all. Must be good to be king. We are all sitting around the table having a few drinks, the guys’ playing cards, the four of us laughing and carrying on. I’m sitting on Chase’s lap, while he slams his cards on the table, winning his third hand in a row.

“I’m pretty sure Layla is your good luck charm. Let her come sit on my lap so I can prove my theory.” This is coming from Kade, who is sitting there wearing jeans and a tight white V neck top, his hair loose around his face. His eyes are alight with mischief.

“Seedy much?” I banter with Kade.

Chase glances at him and scoffs. “Nice try, bro. But you are welcome to bring your own good luck charm next game.”

A smile traces Kade’s lips. “Too many choices, how do I know which one will bring me luck? Maybe I’ll bring a couple of hot girls next time, and have a different one sit on my lap for each game.”