Chapter 20

Chase's Point of View

I grabbed Oliver by the shoulder, and, as soon as he turned, there she was. I took a sharp breath in. She looked stunning; I would say the most beautiful girl in the room. Darn straight sexy. The dress hugged her body, her hair was straight and long; and, for the first time, I wasn't thinking about her age - I was thinking of all the things I could do to her once she was out of that dress.

"Chloe, can I talk to you?" My voice was rough and the need I was feeling was showing through my voice.

She spun around and, for the second time, I got a swift kick in the stomach. She was flawless.

"Oh, hi, Chase." She put her drink down. "What's up?"

"Can you let go of the shoulder?" Oliver grunted. I forgot I was gripping it - so tightly too.

I pulled my hand away.

"Can we talk?" I attempted to hide the lust from my voice. "In private." I wasn't about to have a discussion with her in front of everyone.

"Sure. I'll follow you." She gave Oliver a wink. "I'll be back."

What the hell? She was winking at him now? Had she completely forgotten about us? Was there even an us? I thought there was something. Was I completely wrong about her?

We stepped outside. There were fewer people around.

"So, what's up, Chase?" She stopped, causing me to turn back around to face her.

God, she was stunning. Even without the makeup, the clothes and heels, she was stunning. I'd been stupid to put distance between us. The last thing I wanted was for her to end up with someone else, especially one of my brothers.

Oliver hadn't judged her age. Oliver wasn't scared to get her involved although he was closer in age to her.

"I just wanted to tell you something." I tore my eyes off her and attempted to look into those deep sea-blue eyes.

“Okay. Go for it." She crossed her arms and had a determined look on her face.

"I heard that you got told something about me sleeping with one of the club girls, and I wanted you to hear it from me that that doesn't happen. Ever. So I guess this is my way of telling you, nothing happened."

She stared at me for a few moments. “Okay."

That was it, okay? She had stressed me out about this all day and all I get is an okay? "So, we are good?" I looked at her a bit closer and started to notice little things. Like the way her eyes looked glassy and the small slur to her words.

"Totally fine. Why wouldn't we be? We aren't together. You made no promises to me. I'm just a freeloader."

"Chloe…"

"No, Chase. I can sleep with people too." She pointed an arm at the clubhouse. "There are a whole lot of men that I could have a fling with."

My temper was boiling; my fists clenching. "I told you I didn't sleep with anyone."

"Still doesn't matter. You're the biker, the outlaw, the bad boy and I'm the girl that can do whatever she wants." She swayed.

"Oliver got you drunk." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. My stupid brother got her drunk. Of all places for Chloe not to have her judgment skills, she chose this one to lose them.

"I'm not drunk!" She slurred and pointed a finger at me. "And if I am, it has nothing to do with you."

Just don't do anything harsh, I kept repeating to myself.

"Now, if you don't mind, I have a bar to get back to." She turned, and seeing her openly deny me flipped a switch in me. I wasn't letting her sleep with some nobody just because I had hurt her feelings. Sure it would upset me, but she would be more upset in the morning.

I grabbed her by the wrist and, in one smooth movement I threw her over my shoulder.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?" she yelled.

People glanced in our direction, but I wasn't really in the mood to care.

I walked around the clubhouse as she banged and punched my back.

"PUT ME DOWN!"

Again I ignored her.

I opened up the back entrance to the back half of the clubhouse and went up the stairs. Chloe was in no fit state to be making decisions and if my dumb brother was the one helping make those decisions, they would both end up in some sort of trouble I would have to solve.

"I MEAN IT, CHASE!"

I unlocked my bedroom door, walked to the bed, and gently put her down.

"Sleep it off, Chloe."

"NO! I'M NOT DRUNK. YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME!"

"Night, Chloe."

I closed the door and locked it with the key. She automatically started banging on it, yelling I couldn't lock her in there but I had, and I wasn't going to unlock it. Not until she was sober and back in the right frame of mind to make decisions.

I took a calming breath in while listening to her threatening me. She would wear out and fall asleep although her knuckles might be red by the end of it from banging on the door.

I did the right thing and, in the morning when she wasn't waking up in a stranger’s bed, she will be thanking me.