Chase (Resisting Love #1)(62)

“What?” He whispers, shocked. He obviously did not see this one coming.

“It’s true. You think I was just going to sit around and wait for you? I have men lining up for a chance with me. Lilly isn’t yours. I always knew it.”

“All this time... I f*cking mourned her, I still do.” Chase is at a loss for words, so I take over.

“You’re a f*cking bitch! And the worst kind of woman, Aubrey!” I growl. I swear, if I wasn’t pregnant right now.

Chase is shaking. Shit, I gotta get him home. He looks like he wants to hit her. I know the feeling.

“Come on babe, she’s not worth it.” I turn to look at Aubrey, my eyes narrowed to slits. “Karma’s a bitch, Aubrey.” And before she spits any other venom out of her mouth, I drag a silent Chase home.

******

After Chase stayed quiet the entire ride home, staring out the window, I was starting to get worried.

“Chase, honey, talk to me,” I beg.

“What if she was lying?” he says.

That is a good question. I wouldn’t put it past her. But then again, she just gave up her only hold on Chase.

“Why don’t you still visit Lilly’s grave. We may never know the truth, but I think she is yours no matter what, because you loved her,” I tell him softly.

He considers it, and then nods. “I know you aren’t going to like this, but I need to talk to Aubrey, I want to know, no, I need to know, if I was her father.”

“I understand,” I tell him softly. He takes my hand in his, and I sigh in relief. He’s not shutting me out. We can get through this, together.

******

We are on our way to see Chase’s dad. I’m nervous, mainly because Chase is nervous. He is tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, and I can see different emotions play on his face. I’ve heard that Chase’s dad is a dick. From various sources, Chase included. There is some whole cheating whilst married fiasco. I’m pretty sure Chase’s mum didn’t know he was married at the time she was already pregnant with Chase. We pull up at a huge mansion. When I say huge, I mean HUGE. I blink.

“This is where your dad lives?” I repeat, for the third time, mouth still hanging open.

Chase glances over at me, “Yes, Layla, this is where he lives.” He gets out of the car while I sit here, still staring at the house. Chase opens my door and gently pulls me out, giving my lips a few soft kisses. I’m worried about coming here. Anyway, I’m pretty damn nervous right now. “Come on, baby, it will be fine, okay?” Chase assures me as he rubs his hand on my stomach in a protective gesture. I nod. I glance down at my outfit, and hope I’m wearing something appropriate. I went with a long black maxi dress and gold sandals. My hair is in a long fish braid, and I’m wearing neutral make up, browns on my eyes and a nude lip.

“You look like an angel, Layla; you’re perfect, so stop stressing,” he says softly.

“Okay, let’s do this,” I say more to myself than Chase.

After we are invited in and seated some kind of posh looking room, Chase’s dad walks in. I know it’s him instantly, because he looks a lot like Chase. Dark thick pepper and salt hair, he has similar features and blue eyes of a different shade. There is one difference though; his blue eyes don’t contain the warmth that Chase’s do. He looks mean. His posture is rigid, and I can tell he has kept himself in good shape over the years. Chase and I stand up to greet him.

“Son,” he acknowledges Chase, “It’s been a long time.” He walks up to him and puts his hand on his shoulder, than glances over at me. “And who is this beauty?” he asks in tone that doesn’t quite seem appropriate. Chase grabs my hand protectively and pulls me closer to him.

“This is my fiancé, Layla.” Chase beams at me as he says it, and I can see the pride in his eyes. I can’t help the tentative smile that spreads across my lips.

As soon as Chase said the word fiancé, the atmosphere immediately became tense. His dad, Chase told me his name was Dean, looks over at Chase with a sneer.

“Fiancé? What has gotten into you, Chase? I thought you were going to settle down with that lovely girl Aubrey?”

I grimace at her name.

“That’s enough father, me marrying a stripper would make you happy?. I love Layla, and I’m going to marry her. Aubrey is history, and good f*cking riddance!” Chase hisses.

Dean glances over at Chase thoughtfully. “Why would you want to...” He breaks off and nods. “I see. You’ve knocked this girl up. That would have to be it.” He glances over at me and pins me with an evil look. I look over at Chase, just in time to see his eyes flash rage.

“You have some f*cking nerve...” he starts walking towards this father ready for a confrontation. I grab his hand, my eyes pleading with his.

“Chase, can we just go please,” I ask him softly. I wanted to get out of here. I really didn’t deserve this.

“You don’t need to marry her Chase, I can write her a cheque,” his father says snidely. He actually starts to pull out his cheque book. “Aubrey’s father and I, have been waiting for the both of you to finally tie the knot. Our plans won’t be ruined because of some infatuation you have.”

This is a disaster. Chase sits me down on the chair, and stares directly into my eyes. “Stay here for one minute angel. Can you do that for me?” he asks in a tender voice. I nod. He kisses me on the forehead, and then glares at his father.