Chase (Resisting Love #1)(30)

“Don’t you f*cking yell at her!” Chase growls at him, moving forward until Kade pulls him back.

Ryder grins evilly “She’s my baby cousin, you *. I’ll talk to her however I like. You said you would stay away from her!” he barks.

Chase looks over at me and then sighs. I’d had enough. “What is he talking about Chase?” I grind out.

Ryder looks over at me and frowns, “You don’t remember him? Chase and I were good friends, he came out to our place one time and you were there. You were just seventeen. He wouldn’t keep his f*cking eyes off you. The way he used and discarded women, hell no was I going to let him near you. I told him to stay the f*ck away from you, and he agreed.” He looks over at Chase, “I guess your word means shit nowadays, right Chase?”

Chase looks at my cousin and says, “Look Ryder, I’m sorry. I just saw her in the club, and f*ck; I never thought I would see her again. I knew she was it for me. I’ve known ever since I saw her three years ago, and I couldn’t let her get away twice. She is older now, and I’m sorry you’re pissed, but I’m not gonna f*cking give her up. She’s mine, and she’s not going anywhere!”

Ryder is about to charge at Chase again when I call out, “It doesn’t matter, Ryder. Chase and I are done.” I look at Chase as I say it, my eyes showing him how serious I am. I storm to my room, only to be accosted in the hall.

“Hey sexy,” some idiot purrs as he grabs me by the hips. One of his hands reach around to grab my ass and I’m about to demonstrate my self-defense skills, when he is grabbed off me and slammed against the wall. Chase looks pissed; his blue eyes are so cold, I have to stop myself from taking a step back.

“That’s my woman you had your hands on, Joel”

“I had no idea she was yours, Chase, shit!”

He now has Joel by the throat. I suppose I should stop this. Using my ‘listen to me now’ authority voice, I calmly say, “Let him go Chase. Now!”

Chase doesn’t look at me, but I know he hears me because he lets pervy guy go.

“Get the f*ck out of here.” He whispers to Joel in a deathly tone. Joel splits straight away. Looks like he had a little bit of common sense after all. Chase takes a few deep breaths, and I know he’s trying to calm down before he deals with me. When he finally glances over, and takes in my short dress, his eyes narrow.

“Where have you been?” he demands.

“You have got to be kidding me! I came here to surprise you!” I say heatedly.

“We aren’t f*cking over, Layla, just because Ryder doesn’t approve. That’s his problem. I left you alone when you were seventeen cos you were too young. I’m not backing off of you, ever,” he says seriously. “You should have told me you were coming, I would have told Kade to cancel his party!” he reaches out to touch me, and I move out of his reach. His eyebrows draw down. “Baby..”

“You know what Chase? Fuck. You. We are done. Go f*ck one of your whores,” I hiss through clenched teeth.

I try to make a dramatic exit, but he grabs me and picks me up, lifting me over his shoulder. I struggle, so he slaps my ass, kind of hard too. Bastard. Well it’s safe to say Chase has driven me to use profanity as every single adjective. And to think over a week ago I only swore in emergencies. Asshole. Apparently I said the last word out loud because he slapped my ass again. He throws me on my bed, less gently then he could have, and my dress lifts up to reveal the lace thong I wore for him. The heat in his eyes almost makes me forget why I’m mad, but then that heat turns into anger. Why he is angry, I have no idea. I can see his lip and jaw turning red from where Ryder punched him. I knew he could have hit him back, but Chase had refrained. I think they are both evenly matched, who knew who would have won that fight.

“That f*cking guy was grabbing you while you were wearing that? What the f*ck Layla!” he starts pacing, “You walked through a house that is filled with men, wearing that little piece of scrap! Now please enlighten me as to why you are so mad? Because we had a party and I didn’t tell you? Because your cousin is an * who thinks I’m not good enough for you?” He’s fuming. But so am I.

“No that’s not why I’m angry at all Chase. Yes this whole Ryder thing is... I don’t even know what it is. But maybe it’s because I came home early because I missed my man, only to find him throwing a wild party, some whore sitting on his lap. No, that isn’t even the worst part. The worst part would be the girl he has sleeping in his f*cking bed!!!” I scream the last part, and tears drip from my eyes.

Chase’s eyes widen, and I think he finally understands just how much damage has been done. His voice is soft and gentle when he speaks, like one would talk to a skittish animal.

“Baby, what..”

“Get out, Chase. If you don’t get out now, I’m packing my shit, and I’m not coming back.”

He curses. “We are going to talk about this, lock the door after me. I’m going to deal with this shit, including your cousin.” He tries to kiss me, but I push him away. The look in his eyes is heartbreaking, but right now I could care less. He leaves and I lock the door, strip, turn out the lights, and put my iPod on full volume and go to sleep.

I wake up before the ass crack of dawn, opening my door slowly so it doesn’t creak. I’m in total stealth mode. I’m wearing a black cat suit (I’ve been looking for an appropriate occasion to wear it, and I figure this is it) and black ballet flats. After spending the night crying and feeling sorry for myself, I decided to suck it up and move on. People break up every day right? Women meet men that they think are perfect for them, then find women sleeping in their beds, right? Well, I’m not moping around anymore. Well I will be, just not where he has the satisfaction of seeing it.