Chapter 2
CHASE
We were all headed for brunch, my brother Drew, my sister Paulina and our parents. Then there was Celine and Delia and their parents Carl and Joann.
Celine's family was from a middle class background, while we were what some liked to call filthy rich.
She'd caught me with her looks I have to admit, I'd been a real sucker for the hit blonde with the nice rack and girl next door personality, what a con. it pisses me the fuck off when I remember how I'd even treated her like what she appeared to me to be, a lady, dinner dates, long stemmed roses, weekend getaways. All the attention befitting the woman I'd decided to marry.
The first six months were idyllic, I really bought into her game. The mere thought had me clenching my hands into fists.
I could beak her fucking neck the conniving bitch. All in due time Chase, all in due time.
I took deep breaths as they all exchanged bullshit greetings.
The rehearsal dinner was tonight and tonight was the night all my plans would come to fruition.
"Uh, Delia, must you always look so...blah?"
I looked up at Celine's admonishment before glancing over at Delia.
It was pure jealousy talking, there was nothing wrong with the way she looked at all, her peaches and cream complexion was healthy and glowing no doubt from the fucking she had endured; that damn lady of the manor thing she had going on was heady as hell, at least to me it was, in fact I thought she was looking fucking gorgeous for someone who was up all night getting the shit fucked out of her, and her lapis lazuli colored eyes had a fire in them that went straight to my dick.
I wanted to say something, especially when she hung her head, hiding behind her hair, blushing in embarrassment, but I didn't, I didn't want to tip my hand before the time.
"Really Delia, a turtleneck, could you be any more drab?"
That came from Joann or Celine’s puppet as I liked to think of her.
I looked to the father the sap to see if he would at least attempt to come to his youngest daughter's defense but nope, nothing, not a peep, whipped dog motherfucker. I was gonna enjoy what I had in store for this bunch.
My family said nothing but I could feel the disapproval coming off of them in waves.
"Come sit with me Delia, I want to tell you about that new designer I found."
Paulina to the rescue, I know my little sister has a soft spot for my girl, though she could barely tolerate Celine, which made her mad as fuck, in fact I was pretty sure my whole family felt the same way. That should've been a sure sign for me but I was either asleep at the wheel the day we met or the bitch was a first class actress, knowing what I know now I think it was a bit of both.
Delia made her way slowly around the table to Paulina's side, head still down. I hated that shit. She was only supposed to be submissive to me preferably when she was under me.
I wanted to tell them all to go fuck themselves and leave her the fuck alone and then get her the fuck outta there.
"You're wasting your time Paulina she wouldn't know fashion if it walked up and bit her."
The smarmy bitch turned up her nose, I'd had enough.
"Celine..."
"What, why must you always defend her?" She was huffy, careful Chase you don't want to give anything away, not yet.
"Because she's defenseless, now knock it off."
She was a little pissy because I brushed off her advances this morning after leaving Delia's bed, not even if it was lined with gold bitch, I couldn't wait to get this piece of shit out of my life for good.
Chapter 3
CHASE
Brunch was a fucking trial, the fact that I didn't bitch slap Celine was a minor miracle. I tried to get the fuck away from her as fast as I could afterwards but she cornered me.
"Chase, why does it seem like you've been avoiding me since we got here?"
Did she always use to whine like this, where the fuck have I been under a rock what the fuck?
"I already told you why Celine, the wedding will be soon enough, just a couple more days."
I gave her what I hoped was a reassuring smile but felt like I was hiding constipation to me.
"But it's been months already, couldn't we just, you know....?" she gave me her come hither smile, fucking anaconda bitch. I thought I was gonna be sick.
"No can do babes plus I have to go see about things for tonight all your friends are going to be there, don't want anything to go wrong."
I knew that would do the trick, the vain bitch was more interested in what her friends thought of the table decorations than she was in my dick.
What had I ever seen in this girl for real though, was I fucking stupid or something, I mean she had a good act going, but when I took the time to look beneath the surface it wasn't too hard to see what she was.
I got the fuck away from her and headed for the garage to collect one of my cars, I was feeling fast and furious so I went with the Aventador.