Even though I wanted nothing more than to strut right past Rob, our hands linked together, an evil grin splitting my face, I knew if I wanted more than only sex with Chase, angering Rob would have to stay far away from my main motive.
But hell, if it pissed him off in the long run, who was I to complain?
“After the wedding?” Chase asked,cutting through my distracted thoughts.
I didn’t want to dance around my words. I was done playing the emotional games I’d been used to with Rob. But before I could even ask, Chase answered, “I wasn’t planning on going home with him anyway.”
I knew we’d eventually have to hash out all the gory details.
Why were they together in the first place?
How did they even know each other?
Would hestill go on seeing Rob, even if he was seeing me?
Though that last question said more about my experiences than it did anything about Chase, it still existed in my brain.
Deciding it would be best to walk back into the wedding separately, Chase walked ahead of me. As I watched his back retreating into the darkness, the soft glow from the reception lighting the path ahead of him, I couldn’t helpbut wonder if I’d ever be able to trust anyone ever again.
