“Yes. You wouldn’t lie about that,” I say firmly.
“No, I wouldn’t even give breath to such a terrible thing. Talking about it makes me feel that same rage I did when he stood in front of me and said it.” I stop him, throwing my hand up.
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” I haven’t stopped crying since the bathtub, luckily my tears are much more calm now, one tear at a time slowly moving down my cheeks.
“Because I didn’t want to get in the way of your deal. Like you said earlier, this is your dream. I thought hitting him and warning him would do the job. That and asking you to stay away from him,” he adds, coming to kneel on the floor in fro
nt of me. I squeeze the pillow tighter to my chest, trying to process everything he’s saying while still trying to understand how Evan could have done this. Why? Why me?
“Shay… Baby, I love you, and I just want you safe. But I also want this dream of yours to fucking soar. You are so fucking talented and smart, you deserve this baby. I didn’t want to be the reason you lost it.” He rubs his hands over the back of my calves, between me and the bed. I close my eyes and shake my head.
“Trey, I don’t want this dream to be tainted by someone like that. Someone who’s purposely trying to sleep with me—someone who’s trying to end us. You are my dream, my life with you is my dream,” I confess. It’s true, I was so mad at him moments ago sure that he was not good for me, when in reality he defended me; he protected me when I was vulnerable and could have easily been hurt.
“Oh, baby.” Standing, he pulls the pillow from my chest and exposes me again. He leans down and his lips find mine. Bearing his soul to me with the movement of his tongue and the softness of his lips. I cry harder, not from pain or sadness, but from raw love and adoration for Trey. He knew Evan was no good for me, he knew that because he’s my soul mate and some divine power told him in his heart that Evan wasn’t a good guy. Because that divine power knew that I wouldn’t have known, and I would have been left unprotected.
“I’m calling off the deal.” I break our kiss.
“No, Shayla, this is your dream and you and Lana deserve it. Just make sure you aren’t alone with him, and if he didn’t listen to my warning and he does something to make you feel uncomfortable, you tell me. Okay?”
I just nod. But my mind is made up, tomorrow I’m telling Lana about what happened and then I’m backing out of this deal. We will find a way to make the expansion happen. We had other offers before and I know we will have more now. I believe in our talent that much.
Besides, I don’t want to even look at that man, see his seedy eyes look at me, or his mouth tell me words laced with ill intent. I’m—done.
“I don’t want to talk about this anymore. It’s making me sick.” He stands straight up and I follow, standing at my full height in front of him. I let my body take over and my mind shut off.
“Make me forget, Trey. I want to forget.” I place my palm flat against the underside of his chest where my initials lie. I look up into his eyes and beg him with a look. I need to feel his hands on my skin erasing the dirty feeling that’s drowning my body.
“Do something for me?” he asks.
“Anything, baby.” I lift my hand over and higher, placing it above his heart that’s beating rapidly. I’d run to the moon and bring him back a piece of it if he asked right now, that’s how thankful I am for him.
“Get on the bed and open your legs for me.” Doing as he asked, I position my head on the pillow, my legs pulled apart and knees bent while he loses his jeans again. I’m still a tad wet and now I’m exposed to his eyes. He’s standing at the foot of the bed, rubbing his hand over his abs and tattoo. It’s like he’s memorizing my body and taking a mental picture. I don’t feel the need to hide myself from his intense gaze; I only want to do more of what he asks.
“Touch your beautiful clit, baby.” His voice is deep when he speaks, sparking an immediate response from me. I don’t take my eyes from him. Starting from my neck, I move my hand slowly down the column and trail it down to my chest. He starts mimicking my every move, when my hands move down and across my stomach, dipping down along my belly button, his hand follows along his own stomach. I circle the tip of my finger just above my clit, on my pubic bone, then travel a little lower to zero in on my hard clit. When my finger connects with my bundle of nerves, the wetness from my arousal and the cold chill in the air intensifies the sensation, moaning my appreciation proudly. My back arches while my other hand grasps the sheet next to me. Slowly running circles over my core, my eyes find his again and the sight in front of me has my orgasm building quicker. He’s standing above me, the light from the falling sun haloing him, making him look like an angel—my angel. His has one arm to the side of him and his other gliding along his thick, erect cock. It looks smooth and warm; I want him inside me now.
“Oh my God, Trey!” I moan louder, feeling the tingling at the base of my spine.
“You are so beautiful, baby, come to the sight of me. I’m hard for you, I want to be deep inside you, Shayla.” His words sound like a threatening promise, one I want, and it’s my undoing. I let go. My body goes rigid and heat spreads from the top of my head all the way down to my toes in a rushed wave. I don’t know when or how fast, but when I open my eyes he’s perched on his knees and leaning above me. Grabbing one leg he throws it over his shoulder, then he holds onto my thigh. With his other hand he grabs onto his hard cock and slowly guides it into my pussy, filling and stretching me.
When I’m completely filled he pulls out and slams into me again. His arm grabbing the wooden headboard for stability.
“Tell me you love me?” I ask, needing to hear the words while he makes me whole again.
“I.” Thrust. “Love.” Thrust. “You.” Thrust. He’s jacking up into me with a newfound purpose, and I’m enjoying every minute of it.
“Oh. Uh! Trey, I love you, too!” Our eyes are focused on one another, being connected not only by body, but also by soul. Sex with him is not sex, whether it be mad, passionate, mournful, or filled with apologies, our sex is always making love.
“One day, I’m going to fill you with my cum and plant my seed. You’re going to have my children, we are going to create a beautiful fucking life together, baby.” His thrusts are becoming quicker and harder and my pussy is getting tighter. I want that with him one day, I want to create a life together.
“I can feel you squeezing my cock, baby, don’t hold back, let yourself go,” he reassures, and I do just that.
I moan his name followed with a sweet ‘I love you’ and before my orgasm subsides he fills me to the hilt, coming hot and hard inside me.
“Fuck. You’ll be the death of me, woman!” he says, rolling over and falling beside me. Smiling, I turn on my side and place my head on his chest, adjusting my leg over his hips. His long, muscular, and tan leg contrasts with my petite one. Showing the perfect picture of a man and his little woman. I love how he makes me feel feminine and safe, that alone makes up a huge part of my attraction to him. Nestling my chin against his chest, I smile.
“What better way to go than sex?” I tease, half-truth, half-joke.
“If I could I’d have you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I’ve always enjoyed sex, because I’m a guy, but with you I am obsessed with it.” I cringe a little; a sting of jealousy hits me when he brings up sex before me. I push aside the thoughts of his life before me, since we just made up and I don’t want to think or talk about other girls with Trey.