22. Drew

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Andrew

Becca made me sit in the car with her, then she drove two minutes down the street.

"Becca, I agreed to walk you to your car, not go on a joyride. Stop the car and let me out."

I know I fucked up the minute I walked away. The look on Claire's face tells me I will be paying for this for the rest of my life. I knew Becca, and that situation would have gone from bad to worse. There is something my mother and Becca have up their sleeve, and whatever it is, it's not going to be good. The last thing we needed was for my mother to show up and for them both to embarrass Claire with whatever "proof" they have. I don't know what happened to the fucking security I hired but something tells me I should have a little talk with my secretary. 

From the moment Becca mentioned this "proof," I've been racking my brain trying to figure out what it could possibly be. But what I do know is that it will hurt Claire, and I needed Becca gone.

Becca slows down and parks the car. I'm about to get out when she grabs my thigh and runs her hand up toward my dick. I catch her hand before it gets any higher and toss it off my lap.

"What the fuck, Rebecca! What is wrong with you? You do realize you just messed up my wedding, right? And now your trying to what? seduce me? Gross, this was the last straw Becca. I want you out of my life for good. I don't care if you become my mother's personally anointed saint—I want you nowhere near me or Claire or our baby."

Her smile curled at the edges, venomous and smooth—the kind of smile you'd expect just before a bite.

"Really, Drew? Even if our babies are family?"

Man, I knew Becca was delusional, but this is a new low. I sigh and take the bait.

"What do you mean, our babies are family, Becca?"

She looks forward like she's deciding whether or not to tell me.

"The baby is Roy's."

The car is silent.

That can't be right. My brother Roy would never touch Becca with a ten-foot pole, let alone have sex with her. Plus, he's been dating the love of his life for the last five years. She refuses to marry him each time he asks because she can't stand our mother... or Becca.

Reason number 3000 that I asked Claire to marry me and moved quickly, my mom and Becca are already keeping one St. Claire from being with the woman he loves, I will be damned if the same happens to me.

I stare at her.

"How did that happen, Becca? Considering Roy can't stand to be around you."

She smirks and glances out the window.

"Well, Drew, when you all went to Vegas for Jared's birthday party, you got so drunk you kept slurring and showing pictures of Claire to every woman that approached you. I showed up. I figured what happens in Vegas would stay in Vegas, especially since I heard you and Claire fighting before you left. I was sure you would finally rid yourself of that cling-on and keep your word to me.

"But even drunk, you wouldn't stop talking about Claire. When I offered to walk you to your room, Jared—that sober bastard—jumped up and said he would come too. He wouldn't leave me alone with you in the room, even for a second. I figured he knew you are but a man and your resolve to never cheat on Claire would only go so far.

"He went to the bathroom for two minutes, and I took my chance." She shrugs. "I shoved you back on your bed and climbed on top of you. I figured if your arms were around me when Jared walked out, he would get the message and leave. But you just lay there and said something about how Claire tastes. Ugh, it was pathetic. I reached for your dick hoping it would still work but—"

I cut her off.

"Let me guess. It was as flaccid as your dreams? Becca, you realize that was sexual assault, right? I was way too drunk to consent to anything with you, and you KNEW I wanted nothing to do with you like that."

She looks away again and mutters, "Gosh, Drew, you don't have to be a prude."

She rolls her eyes. "I knew nothing would happen for sure 'cause then you reached for your phone and called Claire. You fell asleep. No, she didn't answer. And by the time Jared came out, I was off you and walking out."

Thank God Jared decided to follow us up there.

She continues. "As I was walking out, I ran into Roy. He was coming to look for you and Jared. I told him you were both asleep. I asked him to walk me to my room, and... well, I'm pregnant with a St. Claire. I'll have a part of you inside me and with me forever. "

Holy fuck. This is bad. This is really bad. Becca is completely psychotic.

It still doesn't make sense to me. Roy would never have willingly slept with Becca.

I glance at the dashboard. I catch the time.

I've been gone for almost thirty minutes.

Fuck.

Claire must be nuclear right now.

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I get out of the car and begin to run home. I look at my cell and I have over fifteen missed calls from Jared, a couple texts from him, and one message from Aiden and Joy: Never come near her again.

I read that, and sheer panic makes me run faster. I need to get to Claire.

Fuck, this is bad.

I get back on the property and run down to the wedding site. A few people are still there laughing and eating. I frantically look for Claire and call Jared.

"Where is she?" I ask.

Jared takes a deep breath. I already know what he's about to say, but I refuse to believe it.

"She's gone, Drew."

I hang up the phone and run back to the house, taking the stairs two at a time.

"CLAIRE! BABY?"

I run into our room. She isn't in there. She isn't in the bathroom or the closet. I step back in the bathroom and notice her toothbrush is no longer next to mine. I look toward the shower. Her shampoo and soaps are gone.

I run to the closet. Most of her stuff is gone. Her drawers are empty.

I can't tell if I'm having a heart attack or dying—or both.

"Clai... Cl... Claire, CLAIRE!! CLAIRE!!!"

At this point, I'm yelling and trying to breathe. I can't tell if I'm crying, but it feels like I am.

"CLAAIIRRE!"

I hear footsteps running toward the room. Jared rushes in. He stops when he sees me kneeling on the floor, trying to catch my breath as I scream for Claire.

He walks toward me and sits on the floor next to me.

"She's gone, Drew. Let's get you off the floor and ready for bed. You can try and call her in the morning. I'm sure she's at either Aiden or Joy's house. She left with them, but going there tonight isn't a good idea. Call her if you must, but from how she left, I think it's best you let her go. For now."

I look at him like he betrayed me.

I whisper, "Let her go? You want me to let her go?"

Jared shakes his head. "No, Drew. I don't want you to let her go. But I think you should. Just for now."

I stand and head for the door. Jared moves to block me.

I clench my jaw. A low growl rumbles in my chest.

"Jared, get out of my way. We both know Claire is probably curled up somewhere in tears, regretting the moment she said 'I do.' And I will be damned if I got her to marry me only to lose her within hours of calling her my wife."

Jared nods. "I get it, man. But none of them will let you in that house. You have a better chance of her hearing you out tomorrow than tonight."

I'm already shaking my head before he finishes.

"No. The longer I stay away, the worse it will be. I can't be without her, Jared. She's pregnant, probably scared and angry. I need to be there."

Jared runs his hands through his hair and sighs.

"Fine. But you can't drive yourself like this. Get in my car. I'll take you."

I pray like hell Claire won't shut me out. I already know Joy and Aiden will be a force to get through. But if they would just let me get to Claire... that's all I need. For now.

I need Claire.