Instead of sadness, his eyes shone with a glint of happiness. “I tell you what. We’re in the same wagon, so how about tonight we forget about Thomas and Caroline and just have fun. What do you say?”
“That depends on what you mean byfun.”
Chase chuckled, slamming the empty bottle on the table. “Not sex, if that’s what you thought, although I won’t say no if you ask.”
“Don’t hold your breath.”
CHAPTER 16
THOMAS
Fight
Two piles of papers were neatly arranged on my desk, waiting to be signed. Three pink posted notes were stuck to the screen of my computer, and my phone chimed two reminders about upcoming meetings despite it being Saturday. Christmas was around the corner. It was a busy period for C&G with the Christmas song releases and gigs on the agenda for most of our stars.
I hadn’t done anything productive since I entered the office at seven o’clock in the morning, arriving earlier than James. There was no point in staying home. I hadn’t slept all night, and in the morning, the quiet house proved the perfect setting for my racing thoughts.
I hoped to dial down the questions and my screaming mind if I could keep busy with work, but the office was just as quiet as my house.
Nadia and Chase were at the centre of my attention for the last sixteen hours. Jealousy tried to chew its way through and out of my brain the same way that annoying hangover-beetle did. Thankfully, neither jealousy nor protectiveness were fans of Justin Bieber.
I stayed at Nick’s and Mel’s until midnight. I wouldn’t admit to it out loud, but I was waiting for Nadia to come back. Chrissy got bored and annoyed around nine o’clock and headed home with Scorpio and Jane. Whatever. I was too busy checking my phone, checking the driveway and pacing the room to focus on a single sentence that came out of her mouth.
The party finished around ten, but I stayed behind, clutching a glass of vodka I barely had a few sips from all night and staring in the direction of the hallway, willing Nadia to come home already so I could make sure she was okay.
“Why are you so annoyed?” Nick asked. “You thought you could parade Chrissy around Nadia, and she would just smile along?”
“I’m not annoyed that she went out with Chase.”
Annoyed would be an understatement. I was fucking livid.
“I’m annoyed because that punk had two beers and then however many shots, and he took the wheel with Nadia as the passenger.”
Nick scoffed. “I don’t get why you lie to my face. Tell me you love her, but you can’t forgive her. Tell me you hate her for leaving. Tell meanything, just stop making shit up, alright?”
So that you can find ten valid, incontestable reasons that I should forgive her? Thanks, but no thanks.
My father used to say that if you give someone your phone, and get it back in pieces, you won’t trust them with it again… Why would you give your heart to someone who already broke it once?
You wouldn’t unless you enjoyed pain.
I sure didn’t.
Instead of arguing with Nick, I headed home to stare at the ceiling in my bedroom, imagining my girl with another guy.
Fuck. Rewind.
Imagining Nadiawith another guy.
This shit was getting scary.
Anyway, shortly after eleven, Nick arrived at work. He kindly peeked into my office to put my mind at ease.
“She came back in one piece,” he clipped, turning to leave.
“Alone?”
Nick looked over his shoulder with a scowl. “I thought you didn’t care she went out with Chase, just that he was drunk driving.”