His Ruthless Revenge (A Dark Bully Romance)

Chapter Seven

"You want me to tell him tonight?" Louise asks, raising her eyebrows at me in surprise.
I asked to meet her a few hours ago and told her it was urgent. She was reluctant to meet me of course but when I told her it was important, she begrudgingly agreed.
"I want you to text him and tell him that you need to see him. Tell him it's urgent." I clarify, rubbing my forehead to ease some of the tension.
"What if he refuses?"
"Then you threaten to tell me. He has no idea that I know." I remind her.
"He's going to want me to take a pregnancy test." She points out, confirming my main concern.
"And that's where we might have a problem." I sigh deeply, pacing back and forth as I try and  come up with something.
"Not necessarily." She smirks triumphantly. "I know someone who is pregnant. She can take one for me."
"You think she'll agree to that?" I ask, wondering who on earth anyone would go along with such a thing.
"If I pay her enough." Louise gloats victoriously.
"Fine... you sort out the test and make sure you text Chase tonight. I'll sort out the rest."

I jump in the shower as soon as I get home from seeing Louise. Chase is still out so I stay in there  for as long as possible, closing my eyes as the steady stream of water cascades down my back.
It took everything I had to meet up with Louise today but I forced myself to do it. The truth is she needs to tell Chase she's pregnant as soon as possible so I can get the hell away from here and start my life all over again.
It's been five days since I spoke to Eric as well as five days since I officially got engaged to Chase. We still need to get an engagement ring but Chase has insisted on calling me his fiancé ever since.
I've managed to persuade him not to tell anyone just yet but don't know how much longer I'll be able to keep him quiet as he's so excited about it.
I've also been communicating with Eric in secret the last few days, sending covert messages and making secret phone calls when Chase isn't around. It's such a comfort being able to talk to my friend again and I know we still have a lot to work through but I'm definitely willing to try.
Everything depends on Louise now and her ability to convince Chase that she's really pregnant. If she's successful then I can move onto the final stage of my plan.

It's a warm night again so Chase suggested we should go the beach. It's where we used to sneak off to when we first started dating, eager to be alone without being spotted and I think he figures it might be romantic for us to go back there.
I've just finished getting ready and make my way into the bedroom to see if Chase is set to go but he's got his back to me, staring down at his phone intently.
"Is everything ok?" I ask, placing my hand on his shoulder.
"It's fine." He replies swiftly, turning around to face me as he shoves his phone into his pocket. "Nothing important."
"Are you sure?"
"It was just someone from the gym asking if I can go in later." He lies, avoiding eye contact with me.
"Why? What do they need you for?"
"Erm... I'm not sure actually." He mumbles, raking his fingers through his hair. "I'm going to give them a call and see what's going on."
"Ok, I don't mind waiting."
"Thanks. I'll be quick." He smiles weakly, kissing me on the forehead before heading outside to make his call.
I sit down on the bed as my heart races. My palms are sweaty and I can hardly control my breathing. It must be Louise he's talking to outside as the horror on his face was enough to convince me.

It's happening.

It's really happening.

After this... we'll be over.

"Everything alright?" I ask him, jumping up the second he enters the bedroom.
"Yeah. I just need to pop out for a bit." He replies shortly, clutching his phone tightly.
"Is something wrong?" I enquire carefully.
"I'll explain when I get back." He assures me, placing a kiss on my lips. "I love you."
He leaves me standing there as he rushes downstairs, slamming the front door behind  him.
I feel like I'm frozen in place and daren't move in case my whole world comes crumbling down on top of me and I'll be squashed beneath the rubble.

Chase ends up being gone for hours. I've no idea what's going on as he's ignoring my texts which is something he's never done before. I try to distract myself by watching TV but can't concentrate on anything. I even consider texting Louise to find out what's going on but know I can't risk it if she's with Chase.
I eventually go to bed at two o'clock, curling into a ball beneath the covers as I lie awake in the darkness.

He's gone.

I'm the one who orchestrated this whole thing and now that he's not here, I'm consumed with regret.
Why did I do this? Why didn't I confront Chase as soon as I found out what happened? Why did I let my anger control me and why did I resort to this?

I manage to drift off eventually, dazed and confused when I feel someone climbing into bed beside me. The bedroom is in complete darkness so I can't see anything. Chase groans softly and starts stroking the inside of my thigh which makes me relax a little. However, I still have far too many questions that need answering.
"What are you doing?" I mumble groggily, trying to turn over onto my side.
"Please..." Chase whispers, trailing his lips down my neck. "I need this... I need you."
I can smell alcohol on his breath which is unnerving as Chase rarely drinks because of his fitness. He also struggles to control his temper when he does.
"Chase, what's the matter?" I ask, switching my bedside lamp on so I can see him.
"It's been weeks." He reminds me, vanishing beneath the covers so he can prise my legs apart. "Please let me."
I gasp as his strong hands tear my pyjama shorts from my body, teasing the lace of my panties as he pulls them to the side. His tongue is inside me before I can even try and stop him and I moan loudly, surrendering myself to his exquisite touch and commanding strength.
"Wait..." I moan hastily. "Not until you tell me what's wrong."
"There's nothing wrong." He growls fiercely, grabbing both my wrists so he can pin me to the bed. "I just really need to fuck you right now and you're going to let me."
I suppress the urge to give into him when I feel his erection between my legs. He's still wearing his clothes but I can feel how hard he is and throbbing with a carnal need for me.
"Not tonight, Chase... I'm tired."
"Why do you keep saying that?" He snaps roughly, tightening his hold on my wrists. "Don't you want me anymore, is that it?"
"Don't be silly. I've just not been in the mood lately."
"Damn right you haven't and I want to know why." He demands harshly. "Is there someone else? Are you screwing someone else behind my back?!"
His blue eyes suddenly turn dark with rage, narrowing them as he tries to determine if I've been unfaithful to him.
"How can you even ask me that? You really think I'd betray you?!" I cry loudly, trying to kick his muscular frame off me.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean that." He whispers, shaking his head as he prises himself off me.
"Are you sure you're ok?" I ask timidly.
His shoulders slump as he hangs his head, resting his elbows on his knees as he turns away from me. Part of me is longing to give him one more chance... one more opportunity for him to be honest with me and just tell me the truth about what happened.
"I'm fine." He replies curtly. "I'm just stressed out from work, frustrated and horny as hell. April... we haven't had sex for ages."
"I've not been in the mood, that's all." I reply readily, hoping he accepts my answer and moves on.
"Just let me hold you." He groans, climbing back into bed beside me.
"Since when did you get all needy?" I tease him, allowing him to snuggle into me.
"I just want to hold you." He mumbles softly, burying his face against my neck.
The silence between us is deafening as we both continue to hold onto our dirty little secrets.
"I'm here, Chase... I'm not going anywhere." I lie, sighing deeply. "I'm yours forever."

That's it. I tell myself.

He had his chance.

I've given him several opportunities to tell me the truth and he didn't take any of them. He's continued to lie to me over and over again and now... he has to pay.