Chase (Resisting Love #1)(63)

“Other room. Now,” he growls, his teeth clenched. They both walk out and Chase gently closes the door. A few moments later, I can hear a lot of yelling and Chase saying the word f*ck a lot. Then I hear a crash. I feel horrible. I don’t want to cause and even bigger rift between them.

A few minutes later Chase walks back in and takes me by the hand. His knuckles are bleeding. I glance at him worriedly, “Chase, are you okay?”

“Let’s go home baby,” he tries to say gently, but I can hear the controlled rage laced underneath. I nod. I could not get out of here fast enough.

******

“I’m so sorry, Layla; you shouldn’t have had to listen to that. I f*cked up.” Chase has been apologizing for the entire ride home. It’s not his fault, at all, but I still feel terrible. “I had no idea he would be that much of a bastard,” he grumbles miserably. I take his hand and entwine our fingers.

“It’s okay, Chase, but I don’t really want to go through that again,” I say bluntly. “It was awkward as hell, and I feel like shit now. I don’t want you to fight with your dad.” I take a deep breath. “Wait a minute; you’ve known Aubrey for a long time. I thought she was just a random girl you met and dated.”

Chase sighs. “Yeah, I’ve known her since we were kids. I never really had anything to do with her. I hadn’t seen her for years until I ran into her in Vegas, by then she was a popular showgirl. She followed me back home and asked for a job at Heat. We started seeing each other after that. Let’s not talk about her anymore,” he says, voice pleading. Aubrey is obviously still a sore subject. The car is silent for a few moments.

“I’m not taking you there ever a f*cking gain, baby. I’m so sorry. You should never be treated like that, especially by someone I brought into your life. Fuck!,” Chase suddenly blurts out.

“Chase, stop. It’s not your fault okay,” I tell him again. I lean over and kiss him on his cheek, and his jaw. He sighs. Instead of going to the apartment we go to Kade and James’ place. Both boys are sitting on the deck, Kade is on his laptop and James is reading some huge business book.

“Hey you two, any idea where Nikki is?” I say as I take a seat next to Kade. Chase storms into the kitchen, probably to pour himself a drink. He needs it.

“Said something about a f*cking date.” Kade says in an icy tone. Okay then.

“Hey Layla, how you feeling?” James asks.

“I’m okay,” I say, giving James an easy grin.

Kade looks at me knowingly. “Dickhead?”

“The biggest,” I mumble dryly. Chase walks over, two drinks in hand. He hands me an apple juice, and takes a seat.

“Well, don’t leave us in suspense,” Kade drawls.

I groan. I do not want to relive that conversation.

“It doesn’t matter,” Chase says in a hard voice.

“That bad, huh,” James mumbles.

“I don’t know why you even bothered,” Kade adds, earning a heated glare from Chase.

“I’m serious, Chase. She is pregnant; she doesn’t need added stress from our family bullshit.” I think Kade has a death wish.

I look into my apple juice, which has suddenly turned extremely interesting.

“You think I don’t f*cking know that?” Chase barks, “He is my baby’s grandfather after all, I just wanted to give him a chance. He may be an ass, but he was a decent father to me growing up.”

“Yeah well you could have told him alone, not drag Layla into that awkward shit. You sprung that on him, of course he was going to react badly,” Kade spits in return.

“I f*cked up, Kade, but you need to back the f*ck off!”

“Both of you need to stop it!” I yell, standing up. “It was an ugly situation, I will admit, but it happened and it’s done. I’m not fragile, you are both over reacting! So stop fighting. Now,” I demand.

The brother’s all exchange glances.

“Is she bossy in bed?” Kade asks, lip twitching.

Chase slaps him on the back of the head.

James laughs.

I love these men.





Chapter Thirty Four




Chase



I walk up to Aubrey’s apartment, and knock on the door. When there is no answer, I put out my key and open it myself. I bought Aubrey this apartment when we were dating. Layla doesn’t know that, and I’m surprised Aubrey hasn’t thrown it in her face by now. The truth is, I kept Aubrey like a mistress. Placed in an apartment I provided, bought pretty things, and expected to give me what I needed, when I needed it. But I was also free to do as I please, and I never had to answer to her. As I walk towards her room, I hear the unmistakable sounds of people having sex. Well, f*ck. I definitely came at a bad time. I leave my key on her kitchen table; I don’t even know why I still had it. I’m about to leave, when Aubrey walks out, naked, giggling. A man trails behind her, also naked.

“Fuck!” I exclaim when I see just who the bastard is. Aubrey can f*ck whoever she wants, I couldn’t care less. But this, I have a huge f*cking problem with.

“Why the f*ck would you want me to marry her when you are obviously f*cking her?” I spit at my father.

Aubrey screams when she finally sees me, and runs to the room. My father actually looks ashamed but I could care less. “We are done, father. Fuck you, don’t contact me, pretend you don’t even f*cking know me anymore,” I yell, walking out before I hit my own father.