Silver and Chrome: A Bad Boy MC Romance

by St. Clair, Aubrey

  "What the hell do you know about Harry?" I snap.

  Chase looks like he's about to say something, then stops himself. He's quiet for a moment. "Just don't forget how we met. How easy it was for him to risk losing his girlfriend in a poker game."

  "Oh I won't forget that," I say, my anger still boiling. "Just like I won't forget the equally sleazy move of the asshole who tried to win a girlfriend in a poker game!"

  This time it's Chase who shakes his head. "Lila, you don't understand..." He takes a step toward me and touches my arm, but I shake it off.

  "What the hell is going on with you and Denise," I demand again. I refuse to let him try to maneuver the conversation away from the real subject.

  "There's absolutely nothing going on between Denise and me, Lila, I promise you."

  I want to believe him, but things still don't add up. Yet his sincerity softens my anger a little bit.

  "So why did you want to meet with her? She said it was your idea." I wince as I admit to actually talking to her.

  "You spoke to her? Lila, what did you say?"

  "I asked her why she was still after you. She said you called her for a private get together. Is that true? You told me that you guys don't see each other socially. What the hell, Chase? What am I supposed to think here?"

  Chase sighs, and then takes a step back to lean against the couch, rubbing his head with his hands. "Shit, Lila, it's not what you think."

  "I told you, I don't know what to think. I need you to tell me what's going on."

  "Denise is just fucking with you. You're right, she is a bitch. But she has good taste, and I guess I trusted her to help me with something when clearly that was a bad idea."

  "What? What was a bad idea?" My mind is racing through all sorts of bad ideas, each one worse than the next.

  "It was supposed to be a surprise." He says with another heavy sigh.

  I'm totally confused now. I don't even have any more words, I just stare at him, waiting.

  "I wasn't completely honest with you last week," he says. Here it comes. He's going to admit to still having feelings for Denise. They're still fucking. Or maybe they're in love. Shit, they don't have a child together do they? I reach out to put my arm onto the wall to steady myself, waiting for the knockout blow.

  "You know that dress that I brought up to the room last week, the one that I said I had to stop and buy for you since I thought you would look stunning in it?"

  What? What the hell does that dress have to do with his secret love child?

  "That's not how it happened," he continues. "I wanted to take you out, and I wanted to get you a dress, but I honestly don't have a clue what would look good on someone without actually seeing them in it. I went into a shop downstairs and had one of the sales women recommend something based on a picture I took of you and had on my phone."

  I know I'm staring at him dumbly now, but I can't stop myself. I'm completely confused. Who the fuck cares about the stupid dress?

  "Anyway, my point is that I don't really have great taste in buying really nice things for someone like you. So I needed help with that dress. And then the other day I decided I wanted to get you something else. That's why I met with Denise. She has great taste in jewelry, far better than mine. I asked her to meet with me to go over what I wanted to get for you, and she was going to pick something out. I'm sorry, it was supposed to be a surprise."

  I collapse back against the wall, closing my eyes as the realization hits me. The only asshole in this room right now is me.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Even with Chase trying to reassure me that it's no big deal, I can't help feeling like a complete fool for the rest of the night, and the feeling hasn't been shaken by the next day, either. Each time I apologize for being a lunatic and a stalker, he just laughs and changes the subject. I know he's being kind, but I still feel terrible about ruining his surprise and not trusting him. Besides, as he pointed out, I have my own ex-boyfriend baggage that I'm still carrying around, so I shouldn't have been so quick to judge.

  "What should we do today?" he asks. We're sitting on his couch, both dressed but without a plan for the day. Chase is fiddling on his phone, and has been most of the morning while I've moped around the room feeling guilty. I can tell he's anxious to do something.

  "I'd like to just take it easy today." Yesterday was more excitement than I usually see in a week. Between the motorcycle, the skydiving and then our argument, I'm drained.

  "How about we just sit by the pool?"

  I shrug. "I don't really want to spend the day in the shade as fans hover over us asking you for autographs. Can we go use the pool at your place again?"

  Chase takes a deep breath and gives me a look before smiling. "I thought you might suggest that. Go get your stuff together."

  Less than half an hour later his driver drops us off and we head into the kitchen where Chase throws a few drinks into the empty fridge. "I don't want to stay all day, though," he says. "I was thinking maybe we could go and catch a movie later? It's been forever since I've been to a theater. I thought it would be fun, and still relaxing."

  I make a noncommittal sound as I head out back to the pool. I really just want to be alone with him. After all of my accusations last night I feel like our relationship could use some us time. I was even considering talking to him about where this whole thing is going. I think part of my insecurity is just that this relationship is still undefined, for the most part. I want to know whether or not he really meant that girlfriend comment he made the other day.

  We get into our bathing suits and I stretch out on the lounge chair as I watch the tattoos on Chase's back stretch vibrantly in the sun as he dives into the pool before disappearing under the blue water. He does laps for about ten minutes before climbing out and laying down in the lounger next to me.

  "Refreshing," he says. "You going in?"

  "Maybe in a little bit." I don't get as much chance to work on my tan back in Toronto. Especially not in October.

  "So what do you think about that movie idea?"

  "Chase, we just got here!"

  "I know, I'm not saying we go now. In a little bit."

  "I just want to relax for a while. Don't you ever sit still?"

  "I seem to recall a couple of days you and I spent in my hotel room without leaving the room once. Doesn't that count?"

  "No, because I wouldn't call what we were doing during that time sitting still," I giggle.

  "I dunno," I can hear the grin on his face even with my eyes closed against the Vegas sun. "I did feel pretty relaxed each time we were done."

  "Well give me some time to soak in some rays and you might get to feel relaxed again."

  "Deal."

  To his credit, Chase kept himself quiet for at least long enough for me to fall asleep.

  "Shit, Lila, wake up!"

  My eyes struggle to open and I have to blink a few times against the sun. "What? What?"

  "We fell asleep!"

  "So? What's wrong? Did I get a burn?" I look down at my skin and it is looking a little tanned, but not pink thanks to the sunscreen I applied before we left the hotel.

  "No. I mean, nothing's wrong, I just didn't expect to fall asleep as well. But it's been over an hour."

  "Is that all? I could use another hour." I yawn and lift my arms over my head. It feels good to sleep in the sun. This is exactly how I wanted to spend the day anyway.

  "We should get going if we're going to catch a movie."

  "Are you kidding me?" I sit up now and look at Chase. His hair is a bit tussled from falling asleep on it while it was still wet, but he looks just as gorgeous as always. "Chase, I really don't feel like going out to a movie. I could use a drink though." I stand up and walk into the house and he follows.

  "I just think we should do something else," he persists, as I hand him a bottle of water before taking one for myself.

  "What is wrong with staying-" I stop as the I hear the front door lock click. Both Chase and I
turn just as it opens and watch as a middle age couple walk in. The man is wearing a polo shirt and slacks, and the woman is wearing an orange blouse and long dark skirt. They look just as surprised to see us as we are to see them.

  "Who the hell are you?" I blurt out immediately. Despite my accusation I step back against Chase, not that the couple look physically threatening. Both of the strangers gawk at us for a moment and I realize I'm standing here in a fairly revealing bikini. I pull my arms up against my chest, suddenly feeling even more vulnerable.

  "Young lady," the man says, his facing turning red. I'm not sure if it's anger or embarrassment, but by his tone it could be a bit of both. "I believe it's my right to ask you that question. This is my house."

  "What? No it isn't. This is Chase's house."

  I turn to look at Chase, expecting to see a mirror of the same indignation I feel, but as usual his face is a stony mask of unreadability. "Chase? Tell them."

  His cool blue eyes shift from the couple to me, and then back to the couple but he doesn't say anything.

  "Were you swimming in our pool?" the woman asks. I turn back to see they've walked further into the house now. The woman has stormed over to the door leading outside. She turns back to her husband. "Henry, they have towels out there. They were swimming in our pool."

  "What the hell is going on, Chase?" I demand. He still hasn't said anything.

  "The two of you better get out of here this instant, before I have you arrested for trespassing." The man is definitely more angry than embarrassed now, but I'm still completely confused.

  "Chase, what the hell is going on?" I repeat. "Is any of this true? Is this really their house?"

  Our eyes lock together and I finally see a crack in his armor as he takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. There's something in his gaze now that I've never seen before.

  Chase slowly nods. "Yes, it's true."

  I feel my heart sinking as I look at the man I've spent almost every minute with for the last week and I wonder if I really know him at all.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  “I can explain.”

  The words are uncomfortably familiar, even when spoken in a different voice. From a different mouth. My thoughts are spinning enough that I have to reach out and grab the kitchen counter for support. It’s Harrison all over again.

  Lies.

  “Lila-”

  “I think your explanation needs to be to us, young man.” The older couple are still standing in the room as well, and the man in the polo shirt has a cell phone in his hand with his thumb poised as if ready to dial. “Or you can explain it to the police.”

  “I need some air,” I say. I have to shake off Chase’s hand as he grabs for me on my way to the front door. I left Harrison, who’d I’d been dating for months, because of his lies. Chase and I have only been together a week.

  Outside, the hot desert sun is stifling, but it still feels like I can breathe easier. Chase’s limousine is parked in front of the house. I wonder if his driver would take me back to the hotel if his boss isn’t with me. I feel like I need to run. Get away from the lies again. But there’s a pain in my chest, a heaviness born by fresh betrayal. I really felt like Chase was different.

  “Lila.”

  Chase is standing at the front door, staring at me. His blue eyes are catching the sun, causing them to sparkle, but there is a depth to them now as he looks at me. He’s asking me to wait with them just as clearly as if he said the words.

  “What is going on here?” The older couple are behind him now, I can see them through the open door. He still hasn’t dealt with them, but he’s not even looking back. His eyes are focused on me. “That’s it, I’m calling the police.” The man is looking down at his phone, but Chase is still ignoring them, all of his focus is still on me.

  “You’d better explain yourself to them,” I finally say, my heart beginning to speed up as the situation continues to escalate. “He’s calling the police.”

  “I don’t care,” Chase says without wavering his gaze or changing his expression. I would believe him, except that his entire profession revolves around his being a good liar and a master of keeping his emotions under control. Apparently those skills extend to his personal life as well.

  “Well I do,” I say, glaring back at him. “I didn’t stay in Vegas to end up in jail. You’re an asshole for involving me in this. If you want to be a fucking criminal who breaks into people’s houses, leave me the hell out of it.”

  Chase is shaking his head. “We didn’t break in.”

  “Then what do you call being caught in my house?” the man asks. He still hasn’t dialed the police, which surprises me. If it were my house that’s the first thing I would have done. He must not view us as much of a threat, although if Chase was violent he could easily overtake the older man.

  “It was a viewing,” Chase replies, not even bothering to turn his head. “I’m entitled to three of them as per the contract.”

  “Hold on, you’re Mr. Anderson?”

  Chase nods, still looking at me. I have no idea what’s going on.

  “Well as per the contract, those viewings are supposed to be with advance warning, and you’re supposed to be accompanied by your agent during each one. You aren’t entitled to just show up here whenever you feel like it. It’s still ours until we close.”

  “Apologies,” Chase said, finally turning to look at the other man. “My agent was supposed to inform you. I thought everything had been squared away. She was supposed to meet us here but had to cancel. We were already here so decided to just come in anyway, I didn’t see any harm in it.”

  “You were using our pool,” the woman said, sniffing at Chase as she ogled his half naked body. I’m pretty sure I catch a subtle change of expression on her as her eyes take him in, but it’s gone almost immediately. Is she wishing her husband had a body like Chase? Did she want to see the rest of him? I don’t blame her, either way.

  “Wait, what the hell is going on Chase?” I interrupt. What is he talking about? Viewings?

  “It’s true, this house isn’t mine,” Chase says, turning back to me. “Yet. I put an offer in yesterday.”

  My eyes close as I shake my head, trying to make sense of the time lines. Even still, the lies still exist. This was never his house, and he told me it was.

  “That doesn’t give you free run of the place. Not until it’s yours. I’ll be calling your agent…”

  “Would you like to walk away from the deal?” I hear Chase snap at the older man.

  When I open my eyes, Chase is glaring at the man behind him who has now taken a step back. “We have a contract…” he’s protesting, somewhat feebly.

  “A contract with clauses on both of our sides that would allow for this deal to fall apart. If you want to cancel it right now, let me know. I’d be happy to let you walk away from it. Perhaps you’d rather wait another three months for your next offer?” The man’s wife grabs his arm as if to hold him back from Chase, but it’s clear the man has no intention of arguing. “Fine. Now as I said, I apologize for the mix up with the viewing. I promise you, it won’t happen again.” He turns back to me, taking a step in my direction, crossing through the doorway and into the Vegas heat.

  “Lila,” he begins again as he reaches for me. I step back, letting his hand grasp at the empty air between us.

  “Why would you lie about this?” I finally say, gesturing back towards the house. It doesn’t make sense to me. None of this makes sense. “What else are you lying about?”

  “Nothing, Lila, please. Let’s get into the car and let me explain.” He nods at the limo that is still parked in front of the house. His driver must be watching him as I hear it start up at his gesture.

  “Yes, please leave,” I hear the real owner of the house say from behind us. He and his wife are still standing in the open doorway, watching us.

  Chase stiffens, but then points to the car that is now pulling into the driveway. “Please. Lila. Let’s just go. I
know I wasn’t totally honest about the house, but please, just hear me out. I’m not Harrison. I can explain what happened, it’s really not that big of a deal. I should have just told you up front, instead things got away from me. But I promise, this is all that I’ve lied to you about.”

  I relax my jaw a bit as I realize I’ve been clenching my teeth. I can at least hear him out. At least he didn’t involve me in a crime, we weren’t really breaking and entering and the couple, although pissed, seem to agree with the fact that he is intending to buy the house. I’ve only known him for a week, after all. I can’t expect that he’s filled me in on every detail of his life. Maybe I’m taking this issue too seriously. There are plenty of other things, or people, he could have lied about that would have been a lot worse.