Chase (Resisting Love #1)(24)

“Where’s Chase?” Bimbo two asks.

“He’s not available, and he won’t be. He’s off the market.” He growls out, looking annoyed.

She sneers, “Chase is always available. He doesn’t do commitment.”

“He’s taken. Now shut up about it,” Kade growls, glancing at me.

The girls both stare daggers at me, obviously getting the idea that Chase is now with me.

“Girls, why don’t you go and give James a wakeup call he will appreciate.” Kade suggests.

Both girls giggle.

I slowly follow them to see both girls go into James’ room. Huh, I wonder why Kade didn’t take one of them. As soon as I hear suggestive noises, I know that it’s time to split.

I go to a café and order a large apple juice, since I don’t drink coffee. I don’t like milk, sue me. Although I do eat ice cream, just not yogurt, milk shakes or anything like that. Yes I’m a little different. I also get myself a ham and cheese croissant.

I hear Ed Sheeran sing as Chase’s name pops up on my phone.

“Hello?” I mumble around a bite of croissant.

“Layla, are you okay?” He sounds a little frantic.

“Yeah, why?”

“My brothers just rang me, they said..”

“What? That two girls came to the house asking for you? Your screw buddies. Both of them, I assume.” A few moments silence.

“Layla, I told you..”

“Yeah you did. But perhaps you should call your harem and let them know you are unavailable now. Or maybe you are available. If this is casual, that’s fine with me. Just let me know so I know the score and can avoid feeling stupid when I encounter situations like this. Which with you, seems like an everyday occurrence. I’m getting so sick of this Chase.” With that, I hang up. Take that Chase Jackson!

My phone rings a couple times then stops. I suppose he’s taking the hint that I’m avoiding him. I pull out my kindle and allow Kristen Ashley to improve my mood, which keeps me occupied for about an hour. I’m wondering how to get an in with a hot biker guy, when someone walks up to my table and clears their throat. It’s Candy, the girl from the restaurant. At least it’s not the baby voice one. Hey I’m a glass half full kinda girl. I raise my eyebrow at her when she sneers at me.

“So, you’re Chase’s flavor of the week?” she purrs. “Tell him to call me when he’s done with you. I know that will be soon. He’s, like, way too hot for you.”

“It’s been way longer than a week. Try a couple months,” I brag.

Candy looks momentarily surprised, but she recovers and scoffs, “Bullshit!”

“Believe what you want. I tell you what, why don’t you just ask him yourself next time you weirdly happen to be in the same place we are.” I’m so over this conversation.

She still stands there, looking stupid.

I sigh, and put down my kindle. “If I’m so unattractive why are you acting all threatened? Run along now.” I smile sweetly. Kill them with kindness I say. They never know what to think.

Chase rings again and I figure this is the perfect time to answer. “Hello Chase..”

“Layla, if you f*cking hang up on me again…”

I cut off his rant. “Guess where I am right now?”

I guess his curiosity beats his anger. “What? Where are you? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Just having juice with your friend Candy.”

Silence.

“Who the f*ck is Candy?”

I crack up laughing.

“This is not f*cking funny, Layla. Get your ass home now!”

“I can’t. Candy is telling me juicy information about you!”

I can hear him grind his teeth. I look up to talk to Candy, but she’s not even standing there anymore. That wasn’t very nice of her. I guess play time is over.

“Do you and your brothers just share girls?”

More silence. “Chase?”

“Hold on Layla, I’m just tracking your phone.” He mumbles distractedly.

“Tracking my… hell! Chase, I’m coming home now. Calm down.” Stalker much.

“Game over Layla.”

He hangs up on me. Hypocrite! Argh!

I drop by the grocery store on the way home and get groceries to cook dinner for everyone. I text Nikki.



L: Dinner at mine at 7!



I haven’t seen that much of Nikki, and I have my suspicions. I think she’s avoiding Kade. Because she’s terrible at making up excuses, and she’s always trying to get me to come to her house, instead of her coming to mine, because her ‘cat is sick’. She doesn’t even have a cat. I giggle, that girl is so crazy.

By the time I get home Chase isn’t even there. He was probably calling from work and wasn’t even home! Jerk! No one is home, so I get in the kitchen and start cooking.

An hour or so later, the table is set with a huge lasagne, two different salads, garlic bread, wine and beer. This is a simple meal for me; I’m pretty decent in the kitchen. By the time everyone gets home I’m showered and in my pajamas. These ones have large ice creams all over them. My sister and I have a thing for weird and fruity pajamas, we like to see who can find the most unusual ones. We are weird like that. I’m sitting at the dining table when he stomps in the house, scowl firmly in place. He sees me sitting there sipping on wine and his face softens, his scowl slipping.