My eyes can only seem to find his, and it's like I have been knocked over because I can't seem to find my breath.
"Hey," chase says but he is looking at me like he is trying to get in some sort of inside joke playing out.
I can only mange a nod and the girl he is with extends her hand to Trevor, all smiling and flirty?
"I am Madison," she says. I see a waiter passing with a tray full of drinks and I grab a glass of wine.
This is the only thing that is going to make me survive this. This doesn't go unnoticed and then a woman comes to pull Trevor away who seems to enjoy the banter the old woman.
I am left standing there awkwardly and then I feel fingers around my upper arm. Chase pulls me away from the crowd to an empty room and locks it behind him.
"Tell me I am imagining things and that you are not my brother's girlfriend," he says with a hard look on his face.
I put the wine glass down and clasp my hands not knowing what to say. My lack of answer says it all and he heavily exhales, running his hands through his hair.
"Are you fucking kidding me?!" he shouts but then he hears voices on the other side of the door. "Did you know this?" he asks this time trying to lower his voice.
"Chase, I didn't cow this, I only knew about it the day Trevor told me we are going to be coming here,"
"How convenient for you. Are you that psychotic or are you just innocent?" he asks and he is really mad.
"I didn't mean for any of this. I mean what are the chances you would be brothers?!" I ask in defence.
"Yes, what are the chances? You knew days ago but yet you continued to talk and act like this was not as twisted as it is. And if my memory serves me right? You said you broke things off, so what the fuck!"
"I didn't know you guys were brothers and I didn't mean for any of this to happen trust me," I try telling him but he can't even look at me.
"Trust you? I don't even know you." he faces me and I don't see the usual spark that's always there when he looks at me. "I don't even recognize you. You are not the woman I have been talking to, and to think I was falling for you. Stay away from my family."
"Wait, Chase –"
"I mean it. Trevor doesn't deserve to be with someone like you; manipulative lying and a psycho. I suggest you tell him before I do because that will not go as you think it will go," he is almost at the door when he looks back.
"What did you think would happen when you came in here on his arms? Because I know you knew I would be here?" he stalls a minute at the door, probably waiting for my response but I don't say anything.
He shakes his head and leaves. I quickly close the door behind and lean at it, tears threatening to roll down my cheeks.
If I start to cry right now, I will not stop. So I compose myself and really just go on auto mode. He can't tell Trevor. If he is to know, let me tell him first.
I get out of the room and I see Trevor. He sees me immediately I get in the lounge area. I take another glass of wine and smile at him, deciding to go out to the garden.
I don't see him following me until he touches the back of my back, "you look so good I want to take you upstairs to what used to be my room and tear this dress up," he whispers in my ear and I turn to look at him, smiling.
"Trevor …"
He sees my face and I don't know if he sees that I am faking my smile.
"I saw you walk in that room with my brother. I also noticed that it's like you both know each other, do you have something to tell me?"
My blood runs cold as ice when he utters those words and I can't seem to see anything.
I see Chase at the peripheral of my vision looking at us with a glass of scotch in his hand. I can't do this.
"I don't feel so good, where is the bathroom?" I ask him praying that he will just direct me but,
"I will take you."
He leads me to the upstairs bathroom, smiling casually at the people we pass and then we finally reach one of the guestrooms, locking the door behind us.
What is it with the Kincaid brothers and locking the doors?
"What is going on? And, don't think about lying right now," Trevor warns as he loosens his tie.
I walk back and the back of my knees hit the bed and I fall on the bed. I sit adjusting my dress. "I have been seeing Chase …"
When I see the way his mood completely takes a sudden shift I am quick to clarify. "But I didn't know that he was your brother at the moment! I didn't know he was your brother," I look down.
"What you are telling me is that you have been cheating on me, with my brother."
He is so calm but when I look at his face, he is murderous. Suddenly I don't feel so safe sitting down. I quickly stand up and pace in the room but he follows my movement. I stand at the wall and he comes, caging me at the wall.
"You have been seeing my brother," he repeats, looking at my face, and then finally meeting my eyes.
"You are just like every other bitch aren't you?" he starts by holding me by my chin with his right hand and then his hand slides down on my neck and starts to squeeze.
My eyes widen in shock. I am freaking out so bad I start shaking and tears start to roll down my cheeks. What the fuck is happening?!
I try to plead with him with my eyes because I can't speak, my fingers trying to pry his hand away but to no vain. I don't recognize the man standing in front of me choking me.
"You are just every other slut. But this time, I just have to make sure you are the last one," with that, he lets go and I slide down the wall, gasping for air and coughing, my vision blinded by the tears and the lack of air.
"Clean yourself up and come downstairs. You will act normal. You will smile and you will not say a word of what happened here. If I see you look at him even for a second, you will only make this harder for yourself."
He gives me commands and when I don't answer, I see his shiny shoes come in my vision and I flinch away, backing in a corner. "Do you understand?"
I nod my head frantically and with that, he leaves the room and I am left there. I crumble on the floor in a mess, crying and a part of me thinks I just imagined everything that has happened here but when I feel the pain on my throat, I know I didn't imagine anything.
This has happened to me, and I don't think I have a choice of doing anything but what he has instructed me to do. How the fuck did I get here?
Little did I know I would be asking myself that question a lot down the line, because this, was just the beginning of a very long road.