CHASE WATCHED SILENTLY as Reyna finished her pasta. She shoved her plate aside, grabbing her napkin from the table and using it to wipe her face clean. Chase couldn't help but be enthralled at the sight of her, just as he had been since he had first seen her in the hallways of Rockland Country Day School.

Chase's memories from back then flooded his mind, as did his anger towards Sebastian. Chase had wanted Reyna, but he was unable to have her because of Sebastian, and that still angered him to this day. He hated that it had to be like this, but he just couldn't help himself. His old feelings had resurfaced the very moment he was told Reyna was going to be on the cover of Vogue, and he knew they wouldn't go away until he got what he wanted—her.

"That was delicious," Reyna chimed as she sipped at her half-finished drink.

Chase smiled at her and clasped his hands together on the table, suddenly feeling exceptionally relieved that Sebastian was shooting rather than with the two of them. If that were the case, he would have lost his opportunity. "I always come here to eat when I'm here for work. It was my fiancée's favorite place to eat."

Reyna wiped her mouth again and looked at him, her eyes narrowing at the sound of the word was. "What do you mean was?"

"I mean that she prefers Mexican over Italian now," Chase chuckled, taking a sip of his own drink.

Reyna nodded in understanding. "What's her name? When can Sebastian and I meet her?"

"Her name is Cady," Chase answered. "She actually reminds me a lot of you."

"And why is that?"

"She's headstrong and doesn't take anyone's shit, and she can also be a bit shy at times," Chase explained to her. "She also has blonde hair and green eyes just like you do."

Reyna laughed and playfully flipped her hair back behind her shoulder. "She must be gorgeous."

Chase smirked and nodded his head, slightly amused that she actually believed him. He was beginning to wonder when she was going to take notice of the fact that he didn't even have a ring on his finger. "She is very."

"So, I had fun today," Reyna told him. "I don't know why Sebastian's still so bent out of shape about you."

"Maybe because he doesn't want to see what almost happened fourteen years ago actually happen," Chase told her.

Reyna's brows pulled together in confusion, and the cocked her head to the side. "What do you mean? What happened fourteen years ago?"

Chase placed a wad of money onto the table before standing up, leaving a still-confused Reyna to follow his actions. "Why don't we take a walk and I'll tell you?"

Though she was unsure about his intentions, Reyna nodded anyway and followed him out of the restaurant. The two made their way down the sidewalk, brushing past multiple people to get to the destination Chase was leading them to. Reyna, however, found herself not paying as much attention to her surroundings as she should've been.

"So, what happened fourteen years ago?"

Chase glanced down at her before focusing his gaze ahead of him. "I'm assuming Sebastian told you about the little crush I had on you? Or maybe he mentioned obsession?"

"He mentioned both, but I still think he's over exaggerating," Reyna answered. "I mean, you and I barely talked to each other or saw each other."

"And that's because of him, but we'll get to that in a bit," Chase told her. "Do you remember the graduation party I threw a week before Sebastian and I graduated?"

Reyna nodded and shoved her hands into her pants pockets. "Yeah, Sebastian dragged me along in an attempt to get me to find more friends."

"Yes, he did," Chase chuckled. "And you found quite a few, but the reason for that had to do with you getting absolutely shitfaced."

"That was the first time I ever got drunk. . .and then grounded."

"And the first time I was actually able to talk to you with Sebastian around. He was off with some girl while you were laughing it up with a bunch of the senior girls," Chase explained to her. "I was basking in the glory of actually being able to speak to you, and I was quite drunk as well, but I was nowhere near as drunk as you are."

"Obviously, considering you remember this and I don't," Reyna chuckled.

"Good point," Chase replied as he ran a slightly trembling hand through his hair. "But the thing of the matter is that Sebastian wasn't wrong about me. I did like you, and I did have a slight obsession with you. Sebastian didn't like that, so he threatened me in an attempt to keep me away from you at all costs. It worked, but it also pissed me off; I wanted you, but I couldn't have you because of him. Then the party came and I finally saw my opportunity to have you the way I always wanted to. You were drunk and you fell into me; you thought I was Sebastian, and I thought to myself 'This could work.'"

"What could work?" Reyna replied, her voice wavering slightly due to his confession. She was beginning to pick up on the vibe that Sebastian had been right all along, and at the moment that wasn't a good vibe for her to have.

Chase scratched his face, trying his best to distract himself from the expression on Reyna's face. "You and I. . .together. . .in bed."

Reyna stopped walking immediately, prompting Chase to do the same. She thought back on that night, trying to piece together the horribly blurry memories, but she couldn't, and that terrified her. She wondered if she had actually done with him what he was implying, and she wondered if Sebastian had spent the last fourteen years covering it up for the sake of protecting her. "Did we. . .please tell me we didn't do that."

Chase rolled his eyes and shook his head. "No, and once again it was because of Sebastian. He stopped me on the stairs, I told him what was about to happen, he got angry, grabbed you, and left the party."

A new thought slipped into Reyna's mind at the sound of his words, sending a chill down her spine. "Y-you tried to take advantage of me. That's w-what happened. I was drunk and you saw that as your opportunity to finally get what you wanted."

"And I would have if your little boyfriend hadn't gotten in the way," Chase scoffed. "He ruined everything for me; I could've had you, and I could've taken care of you, but because of him I wasn't allowed to do so."

Reyna swallowed the lump in her throat and took a small step away from him. "He was only trying to protect me, just as he's been trying to do since you showed up again. I didn't want to believe that he was right about you, but now I don't think I have a choice."

Chase looked down at her, his eyes darkening slightly as they studied the features of her face. He was locked inside a moment, a moment that he would never be able to get back if he let her go. He had Reyna exactly where he wanted her this time, and he refused to let her slip through his fingers again.

"You're right," Chase said as he latched tightly into her wrist. "You don't have a choice."

Before Reyna could even think, Chase was pulling her into a dimly lit alleyway, using his free hand to cover her mouth in case she felt the need to scream, as she so desperately did. In a single moment she began to feel her heart hammering inside her chest, and she wanted nothing more than to scream, but she couldn't. Even if she could, there was no one around to hear her; she had been so involved in her conversation with him that she hadn't realized he had lead her into quite the lonely part of the city which consisted of only a few bars. If there was anyone at all around to help her, they were inside one of the bars, where the music and laughter was much too loud to allow her cries for help to break through the walls of the structure.

Reyna was out of luck.

"I'm gonna have fun with this," Chase grumbled as he practically threw her to the ground in between two dumpsters. He yanked her purse away from her and tossed it to the side, as well as her cell phone.

Reyna looked up at him with frightened, tear-filled green eyes. "Why are you doing this?" she asked as she tried to get away from him, though her efforts to do so were futile.

"Because I want you, and I've wanted you for the past seventeen years," Chase exclaimed as he knelt down to her level. "But I could never have you because he was always there—he was always watching. But now he's not, and I'm going to take advantage of that."

"Please don't do this to me—I don't wanna do this," Reyna pleaded with him through her cries, but to no avail.

"Like I said, sweetheart," Chase started, raising his hand to her face and placing a strand of hair behind her ear. "You don't have a choice."

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NOT YOUR TYPICAL FANFICTION FULL OF FLUFF AND THAT CLICHÉ KINDA HEARTBREAK