Stealing Harper Page 62

“Oh God. No. No, no I wouldn’t have.”

“Well, you obviously did.”

I couldn’t have! “I don’t remember this, I wouldn’t do this to you! You know I love you!”

“Maybe you were just that drunk.”

Drunk? She knew better than anyone that I hadn’t had anything to drink since the end of August. “I didn’t drink last night, I swear! Ask Bree!”

“Chase”—her voice came out soft and so calm it broke my heart more—“just stop lying to me.”

“I’m not lying!” I moved closer to her and put my hands on her thighs, forcing them not to grip her too tight. “Please believe me!”

She took my hands off her, and it felt like another shot to the chest. “Chase, if you still want to be in the baby’s life, I would love that. But I can’t continue to be in this relationship. Besides, we both know it was doomed from the beginning.”

No, no, no—“No it wasn’t!”

“I can’t trust you, Chase. Especially after this.”

“Harper. We. Are not. Breaking up. I was going to propose to you after graduation tomorrow!”

She looked at me with a pained expression. “We need to. You obviously still want to live your old life, and I need to not have to worry about what you’re doing when I’m not with you.”

The f**k I do! “I don’t want my old life! I don’t want anything without you! You are my everything, Harper. You and our baby are my everything.” She was leaving me, my world, my heart—was leaving me. Sobs tore from my chest, and my head dropped into her lap as my body shook violently.

“Maybe sometime later, after you’ve had a chance to think about what you really want, we can give us a shot again.”

My hands tightened into fists around her shirt in a pathetic attempt to somehow keep her with me. “Princess please, please don’t do this. I can’t lose you.”

“You don’t have to,” she whispered. “We can remain friends, you can be at all the appointments, and I will continue to live here if that’s what you want. But, Chase, you have just shattered my heart over what will probably only be one night with Trish. Because of that, I can’t be yours right now. I can’t be the naïve girlfriend at home with a baby while you’re off with other women.”

“I won’t be, I only want you.” God, if I had a selfless bone in my body, I would have told her she’s right and let her live a life she deserved. She needed someone like Brandon, someone who would take care of her even after we screwed him over. Not me. Even without trying, all I do is hurt her. She deserves so much better than me, but f**k, I can’t lose her.

“It’s going to take a lot for me to believe you again, Chase, but I’m willing to give you the opportunity to earn my trust again. We’re going to have to start over as friends, though.”

“I don’t want to be your friend, Harper!”

“It’s that or nothing, Chase.”

“Baby, I’m so sorry. I promise, I wouldn’t have done that to you, I don’t remember anything from last night.” Even with the pictures, I could hardly remember anything after Trish showed up.

“I told you, I’ll give you a chance if you want it. But I need a few days before we can try to be friends. I really—I’m hurting, Chase, I feel like you just confirmed every fear I’ve ever had of being in a relationship with you. And I’m still not sure how to begin to deal with this.”

I was at war with myself—part of me was yelling to let her go so she could be happy, the other was dying inside at the thought of not having her to myself. I cupped her cheeks and kissed her deeply. “I will get to the bottom of whatever happened. I love you, Harper, more than you can ever imagine.” I caught her lips again with my own and prayed that this wouldn’t be the last kiss we shared.

System of a Down came blaring through my phone, and I went to hit ignore, knowing it was someone from work. When I caught sight of the name, I did a double take and took the call, standing up and storming off into the kitchen as I yelled into the phone, “What the hell did you do to me? Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”

“Chase—how can you talk to me like that after what we shared last night? Everything you promised me?” Trish asked, sounding hurt.

Shared? Promised? I didn’t—Fuck! “No!” There’s no way I would have done something like that to Harper, no f**king way. “You just ruined my life, do you understand that?”

“I-I-I’m sorry, I—”

“Don’t f**king apologize to me! Harper is the only person you should be apologizing to, but understand that if you ever contact her, or me for that matter, again, I will make the rest of your life a living hell!”

“Cha—”

I hung up before she could say any more and threw my iPhone against the wall as hard as I could. The case shattered, and Princess flinched as a chunk flew right past her head. “Oh God, Harper. I’m sorry!” I walked quickly toward her and watched as she shrank into the chair, her face pale and body shaking. Oh my God, I’m scaring her. I couldn’t have made things any worse if I had tried. “I have to go, before I mess this up more.” I brushed my knuckles along her jaw, hating that she flinched when I touched her and trying to memorize her face. “I’m sorry for everything. I can’t say that enough, Harper, I’m so, so sorry. Please don’t end us, though. I will earn your trust again somehow, just don’t do this.”