Silver and Chrome: A Bad Boy MC Romance (38 page)

Chapter Nineteen

By
the time I pull my clothes on and get down to the lobby, I'm not sure if I'll
even be able to find Chase or Denise.  I don't want them to see me, so I can't
simply stomp through the lobby looking for them.  Part of me doesn't even want
to find them, though.  In the back of my mind I've been waiting for something
to ruin this relationship.  It's been too good, Chase seems almost too
perfect.  I've almost expected something like this to happen, and now that it
has I almost don't want to find out any more.  As if not knowing will keep it
from being real. 

But
if he is fooling around with Denise still, it's better to know now before I get
even more invested.  It's been less than a week, after all.  Despite spending
almost every moment together since we met, I still feel like I can get away
from this relationship relatively unscathed.  I mean, it will still hurt. 
Especially because it's Denise.  What does he see in that bitch anyway?

As
the elevator doors slide open, my heart begins trying to pound its way out of
my chest.  I have to steady myself along the wall of the hallway that leads to
the lobby for fear my anxiety will bring me to my knees.  It's foolish to be
this agitated.  It's only been a week. 
Get a grip!

I
make it right to the end of the hallway that opens up into the lobby when I see
them.  Chase and Denise are standing by the front door, talking and smiling at
each other.   She's carrying her purse as well as a bigger satchel type bag,
and is dressed and made up as immaculately as the other night, looking just as
sexy meeting in the middle of the day as when she's at a club.  Whether she
always dresses like that or is just doing it because she's meeting with Chase I
haven't a clue.  I feel an immediate urge to march up to them and demand to know
what's going on, but I squelch it.  I'll just end up looking like a fool,
especially if the meeting is innocent.  Besides, barging up to them isn't going
to force them to tell me the truth.  They'll never admit it if something is
going on.  My best bet is to watch them.

I
keep my eye on them as they talk.  So far, although they're smiling a lot,
there are no overt signs of anything physical between them.  No little touches
or accidental brushes of their hands against each other.  I'm watching for it
all, at the same time being painfully aware how much like a stalker I'm
acting.  Especially given Chase's level of fame.  How many times has a fan of
his acted like this?  Did any of them ever spy on us as we spent time in
public, hoping and wishing that Chase would spend time with them instead? 

I
shake my head.  This is different.  Chase and I are in a relationship, aren't
we?  We've never actually defined it, although he did call me his girlfriend
the other day when those two women were flirting with him at the photo shoot. 
But then we never talked about it again.  Did he mean it, or did he only say
that because I interrupted them and he thought I was pissed?  Did he just mean
to mollify me?

The
two of them now start to walk out of the lobby, so I continue to follow and
watch from a safe distance.  I totally feel like a stalker now, and I'm just
glad that we aren't in the actual casino with all of the cameras everywhere. 
I'd probably be picked up as a security threat.

They
make their way to a little cafe near the food court and go in.  There's no way
I can follow without being seen, it's too small.  The best I can do is position
myself near the open door and pretend to be waiting for someone.  Once they're
seated I can only make out the sides of their heads over the booth next to
them.  I do see Denise reach down and take something out of her satchel but I
can't tell what it is.  A folder, a magazine, or maybe just some papers.  She's
too far away and the view is too obscured for me to tell. 

So
far they haven't acted like they're secret lovers, but then what are they
meeting about?  Chase's words from the night at the club when I first met
Denise ring through my head, bouncing around mockingly.

...it's
not like we hang out with each other socially.

What
the hell is this, then?

Maybe
they're just talking about her trip to LA.  But again, why the secrecy? 
Besides, she was just supposed to visit some of her friends, why would he be
interested in that?

Another
couple sits down in the booth next to them, and now I can barely see them at
all.  I'm frustrated, and become more so the longer I wait.  They're in there
for almost thirty minutes before I finally see Chase stand up, with Denise
quickly following.  She pulls him in for a hug and he hugs her back, but
nothing more.  I duck into a little store so that he doesn't spot me as he
exits the cafe, but he's carrying a heavy plastic bag and walking quickly, not
looking around at all.  He certainly doesn't look like he feels guilty, but
Chase rarely shows any emotion other than when we're having sex.

I
have absolutely no idea what the hell just happened in there, but I'm going to
find out.

I
wait until he's completely out of sight and then I walk in and approach Denise
who is sitting down again, just finishing a cup of coffee.

"Are
you really having so much trouble finding a new man that you have to try and
flirt with one that's already dumped you?" I ask, unable to hold back on
my anger.  I have some for Chase as well, but right now Denise is my target.

She
looks stunned to see me, but then I can see the wheels turning in her head and
a smug look comes over her face as she looks back the way that I came. 
"Wow," she says.  "Aren't you turning into the little stalker? 
You must be feeling pretty insecure about this little thing you think you have
going on with Chase."

I
don't even have a response to that, because I do feel like a stalker, so I
ignore the taunt completely.  "Chase isn't getting back together with you,
so why don't you just leave him alone already.  Trying to convince him to ditch
me so that you can meet with him in secret isn't going to win him back."

Denise
tilts her head back to let one of her annoying, shrill little laughs loose. 
"Oh darling, you think I'm after him?  You need to get your facts
straight, honey.  Chase called me the other day.  He was the one that wanted to
meet privately."  She looks at me and tilts her head in mock sorrow. 
"Oh honey, if he's already keeping secrets from you, then I guess you two
have even less time in your future than I thought."

I'm
not sure if she's full of shit or not, but the satisfied look in her eyes makes
me believe her.  "What did he want to meet with you about?"'

"Really,
Lila, I don't see how that's any of your business.  If you really want to know,
maybe you should ask Chase?  I'm
sure
he'll tell you the truth.  Aren't
you?"

The
sarcasm in Denise's voice makes me want to punch her in the face, but I
resist.  I have nothing more to say to her.  I turn on my heel and head back to
the main lobby elevators. 

She's
right about one thing.  It's Chase I need to be talking to about all of this. 
And if I don't like his answers then it might be finally time I was leaving Las
Vegas.

Chapter Twenty

In
the elevator ride up to the penthouse I'm fuming, but unsure whether I even
have a right to be.  I don't even know if anything is going on between Chase
and Denise.  The fact that I'm going to come off like a crazy, psycho if I
start throwing around baseless accusations is not lost on me.  I can totally
see Denise setting me up for coming off like that by acting all cagey about why
they got together.  It truly could have just been something as simple as
getting coffee with a friend.

But
that still doesn't make sense to me.  Based on the texts and phone call Chase
had before he left, I was obviously not supposed to know about this meeting. 
True, Chase knows I don't like Denise and maybe that's why he didn't tell me he
was meeting her.  And the text from Denise about ditching me could have just
been her being the bitch that she is.  And I didn't see any funny business
between the two of them, although most of their meeting was obscured from my
view.  Yet I still can't shake the feeling that there is something else going
on.  The best I can do is try not to act like a lunatic that has missed a few
doses of medication.

"Hey,
where'd you go?" Chase asks as soon as I open the door.

"That's
funny," I say with a clenched jaw.  "I had the same question for
you."  I feel guilty for already setting a trap but if he just tells the
truth it will set my mind at ease immediately.

"I
just went down to get us some dinner.  I thought it might be nice to have
something different than what's on the room service menu."  His eyes
motion over to the plastic bag I saw him carrying a few minutes ago, which is
sitting on the table.

My
eyes close and I let out a slow breath before I say anything.  When I open
them, he's looking at me with a quizzical frown. 

"You
okay?"

"I
know you met Denise."  My voice is as flat and emotionless as I can
manage.  I'm disappointed and angry, but still unsure how much is justified.

Chase's
shoulders wilt slightly.  "You were following me?"

My
anger is bubbling up now.  "Don't try to turn this around.  I happened to
see her text the other day when your phone was in my purse.  When I woke up
earlier, I heard you talking to her.  What the hell is going on?  Are you two
still fucking?"

"What?"
he looks genuinely shocked, but I know how well he can manipulate his
emotions.  "God no!" 

"Then
why were you sneaking down to see her?  Why did you just lie about it when I
asked you where you were?"

"Because
you hate her, and you already think she's still pining after me.  I didn't want
to give you any reason to worry.  I would think you would understand that,
given your conversation today with Harrison." 

So
he had heard some of that.

"That's
different," I say, shaking my head.

"Really? 
Because from what I heard, it sounded like you still have some feelings for
him."

I
shake my head again.  He's trying to deflect.  Change the subject away from
Denise.

"He's
not the man you think he is, Lila.  You really need to be careful with
him."

"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.