RICH BOY BRIT (A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance) (27 page)

“Good news; there is a BMW in the garage that no one uses. He says you can use that as much as you want. It does have a GPS so I suppose you’ll be okay,” Willow announced

“I will be fine,” Claire said as she took the keys from her mother and walked out.

When she got into the car, she couldn’t stop the tears from coming. She gripped the steering wheel, her knuckles white, and poured out all her sorrow on the cushioned covering.

When she sat up, Chance was watching her. She quickly brushed her tears away, straightened herself, and turned the key in the ignition. He was still standing there when she drove out, but she was sure when she got back he would be gone.

***

Claire buried herself in her work. She rarely saw Chance, and when she did, he kept his distance except when they were forced into odd situations like Bryan’s birthday party. It would be an epic event with half the world invited; what was supposed to be a semi-private event had turned into something closer to a grand coronation. The dining room and the hall had been transformed into gigantic rooms filled with chocolate fountains, crystal statues, ice sculptures, and an array of food.

Claire put on a red silk dress after spending hours trying to figure out what she wanted to wear. When she reached the landing above the ground floor, she almost wanted to turn around at the sheer number of people invited. Guests poured through the doors after dark, and Claire couldn’t avoid them even if she wanted to. Besides, Bryan had been so generous to her thus far, and she wanted to celebrate with him.

She scanned the room and came across Chance, who had just walked in with a woman on his arm. Claire noticed that even though the woman hung onto Chance, he was trying to find a way to get her off him. He was rather unsuccessful as the girl latched onto him. Claire watched them for some time before deciding there was no need punishing herself by watching Chance and his numerous women. She decided to mingle with some of the guests and introduce herself. She entertained conversations with strangers, but it was soon clear to her this was not her scene. She grew bored quickly and was relieved when Bryan rescued her from another band of middle aged women who batted their eyes at him.

“Happy birthday, Bryan,” Claire smiled as she greeted him with a kiss.

“Thank you, Claire.” He embraced her briefly. “I’m happy your mom and you are here.”

“So is your party always this big?”

“Oh no. Last year it was smaller because it was on my yacht, and the year before that…hell, I don’t even remember,” he laughed.

“Well, I’m sorry I didn’t get you anything, but what can you give the man who has everything?” she asked.

“That was my dilemma,” Willow said as she came upon them. “I almost got him a sweater.”

Claire laughed at her mother’s words, and the three chatted for a while before Bryan had to excuse himself and Willow’s book club partners turned up. Claire was left with nothing to do and no one to talk to, so she grabbed another champagne from a passing attendant and went out on the back patio. She leaned against the wall and watched the clear sky above, and as her mind started relaxing thanks to the twinkling balls of stars, she heard someone come up behind her. Claire turned and saw the woman who had come in with Chance.

“Claire, right?” she asked with a smile. Her smile was anything but pleasant; her lips curled as if to mock Claire. Her eyes searched her, assessing whether or not she belonged. She was an attractive woman, but not overly so, and as for first impressions, she looked great.

“Who’s asking?” Claire asked aggressively, her glass before her.

“Penelope,” the woman smirked and held out her hand. Claire didn’t budge. “Okay, then.” She rested against the wall next to Claire.

“How can I help you, Penelope?”

“I saw the way you were looking at him.”

“Looking at whom?” Claire asked innocently.

“Chance. I saw the way you were looking at him, and I could feel how uneasy it made him with you watching. I’m not sure if you are aware, but he’s your brother.”

“Hmm, and you came all the way over here to tell me something I already know?” Claire asked.

“I just thought I’d remind you of the inappropriate way you were looking at him. Chance isn’t that kind of person, and you aren’t even his type,” she told Claire flatly.

“And you are?” Claire asked, eyebrow arched sarcastically.

“Damn right,” she said. “You do know you look so out of place here.”

“Well, I better go somewhere else then, before I rub off on your rudeness,” Claire said and emptied the remaining champagne in her glass.

Penelope grabbed her shoulder as she passed. “Hey, I’m not done talking to you.”

Claire shrugged her off and brought her elbow back, catching Penelope’s shoulder. Penelope mumbled bitch under her breath and shoved her. Claire was about to lunge at her when Chance rushed over and stood between them.

“Hey, hey, hey, break it up,” he said, parting them. “What’s going on?”

“Why don’t you ask your dumb bimbo?” Claire fumed, slapping his hand away from her.

“Penelope, what’s this about?” he asked.

“Just making a point,” she said as she smoothed her hair.

“Why are you two back here alone?”

“I came here to enjoy the evening. She decided she would come out here to remind me of how wrong it is to want to be with you,” Claire snarled at the woman.

“She what?” Chance asked. He was growing more infuriated by the minute. “Penelope, it’s not your place to talk to my sister like that. You owe her an apology.”

“I’m not blind, Chance. I saw the way she looked at you when we came in,” she spat. “What would I be apologizing for?”

“Are you hearing yourself?” he asked the woman. “She is my family.”

“And I am your whore?” she asked and shoved past him. “You two are messed up.”

Chance stared at the ground after Penelope had left. “I’m sorry about that. She can be unusually feisty. Please forgive me?” He looked at her. “She’s nothing.”

“That didn’t seem to stop you from parading her in here earlier today. I saw you walk in; she was draped over your arm. Tell me something, Chance - do you make a habit of misleading women?”

“Penelope does what she wants, and don’t read too much into that. She has a big temper and a small mind…not my kind of girl, really. Can we not talk about other people?”

Claire pretended she didn’t hear his last words. There was no way she was going to let him get away without confronting him about Penelope. “So, are you with her now?”

“Penelope? Hell no!”

Claire wasn’t sure why she asked because she wasn’t sure she was prepared for the answer, but just because they had agreed to stay away didn’t mean she still didn’t care about him. At least her body did - every night he permeated her thoughts and lived in her dreams, and her body ached for his touch. She knew he felt it too; she saw the way he looked at her when he thought she wasn’t looking.

“But she was hanging on your arm.”

“She thinks she owns me. And yes, she always finds a way to be close to me, even after I send her away.”

“No, you don’t need to explain it to me, Chance. I get it. We can’t be together as lovers, and the sooner I understand this, the better for all of us. You should date Penelope or any other girl you want to, and I should move on with my life.”

“Claire, don’t say that. I do miss being with you. I’m trying to figure it all out,” he said, attempting to stroke her face.

She dodged him and cleared her throat. “No, Chance. Let’s just make it a clean break. I don’t want to stifle you.”

“Claire, you’re not doing anything to me.”

“It’s for the best,” Claire said as left him standing alone.

Memories of St. Lucia and better days flashed through her mind, and she fought the tears that threatened. She maintained her composure long enough to make it past the lingering guest and make it inside the house. She climbed the stairs that wound to the first landing and ran into Penelope again as she left the guest bathroom.

The two women shot daggers at each other with their eyes, but no words were said as Claire brushed past the woman and hurried down the hallway to her room. She curled up on the bed and covered her face with the pillow, which served to muffle her screams as she released her frustration. She lay there motionless for a considerable time, staring at the ceiling, her mind blank. Maybe Penelope was right; she didn’t belong here, and she had overstayed her welcome. It was time she moved back to Miami.

CHAPTER 16

“Are you for real?” Amy squealed on the other end of the phone. “I haven’t seen you in forever.”

“I think it’s about time I gave LA a break. There is too much going on here,” Claire sighed.

“What’s wrong? Is it Chance? I knew it would affect you being so close to him. Maybe it’s time you got that apartment you wanted.”

“Well, it’s a little bit more complicated than that. I didn’t tell you, but Chance and I didn’t quite end it in St. Lucia even after our parents got married.”

“I knew it!” she screeched, and Claire could almost see her smiling into the phone. “You whore!”

“I know, I know,” Claire responded. “But how could we just turn it off because they got married? We tried, and then we decided what the heck.”

“I understand,” Amy sympathized. “I’d do the same too.”

“Well, that was our plan, but Chance has decided it doesn’t make sense anymore. I see him with these girls all the time, and he says it’s nothing, but even before that, he had been distant. I finally got tired of the whole charade and we’ve decided to call it off.”

“I’m sorry, Claire,” Amy said. “I know none of this can be easy for you, but I don’t think running away is the solution.”

“I’m not running away,” Claire defended. “I just need a break. Plus, I thought you were a fan of running away. You got me to St. Lucia.”

“That was different,” Amy defended. “As bad as you may feel now, I am sure it’s nothing like what Trent did to you.”

“Still, I don’t want to be around him all the time. He doesn’t have to be here, yet he lingers and…” she paused when she saw Chance standing at the door. She whispered, “Amy, I’ll call you back; he’s here.”

“Go away with me,” he said to her as soon as she had hung up the phone.

“What?” she asked.

“The two of us - let’s just go away,” he said again.

“Are you serious?” Claire asked. “I thought we just agreed to call it off.”

“I’ve changed my mind. I don’t want to lose you, Claire, but it’s hard being here and pretending to be siblings when I can’t touch you in public. I know the way I feel about you is wrong, but I can’t help what goes on in my head when I see you. Please, just say you will go.”

Claire stared at him in horror. He was saying all the things she wanted to hear, but she was afraid to believe it. With her luck, he would return from their trip and things would go back to normal. “I don’t know.”

“I DO know, Claire,” he said. “I do know we’re destined to be together.”

“And how do you know this?”

“The way I feel about you,” he told her and cupped her face in his hands. “I think I’ve fallen for you, Claire, and I don’t want to think about you with anyone else. And I don’t know how we are going to make this work, but I am willing to see what happens, where it goes.”

Claire remained silent for some time; Chance waited for her to respond. “Your proposition does sound exciting. I love travelling but…”

“Just say yes, Claire. Don’t overthink it.”

“I have work,” Claire said.

“I can take care of that, Claire. Just say yes.”

“But what do we tell our parents? If we both disappeared at the same time?”

“With the way I feel, I will tell them we went away together, but I know you’re not quite ready for that, so maybe you can tell your mom you’re going to hang out with Amy like you said.”

Claire grimaced. “You heard that, huh?”

He nodded and gripped her hands in his. “It doesn’t matter; I don’t blame you. I can be erratic sometimes, but with you, I’ve been stable. And you know what, I don’t want to hide anymore. We’re adults, and honestly, I don’t see why we can’t be together if that’s what we both really want.”

“Your dad might disagree,” Claire said. “Any my mom won’t like it.”

“Claire, fuck what everyone wants. What do you want? What do we want?”

Claire thought about what he was saying to her, and she could hardly deny the appeal. After all, they weren’t related by blood, so nothing was stopping their being together. She just didn’t want to hurt her mother. “I want to be with you, Chance. I’m just not sure about going public with our relationship.”

“I don’t care about anyone else…just you. Do you want me the way I want you?” he asked, looking into her eyes.

“Yes,” she whispered, “you know I do want you so much.”

“Then it’s settled. Let’s not sneak around anymore. Let’s go tell them.”

Claire was nervous when Chance took her hand and led her outside. She protested all the way to the study. Before they got there, they ran into Willow, and her expression turned to shock when she saw them holding hands. Claire tried to disentangle herself, but Chance wouldn’t let her. He gripped her hand firmly and smiled at Willow.