Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 96249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
“Hey, Trev,” she purrs.
“Donna.”
“What are you doing over here all by yourself?”
“Need some space to process,” I mutter.
“Need a listening ear?”
I’m almost tempted to take her up on that offer, but it doesn’t feel right talking to her about Lynn. I laugh drunkenly as I think about how Lynn wouldn’t like Donna. I could see Lynn losing her temper with her real quick.
“Nope. I’m good. I don’t want to talk about it.”
She places her hand on my thigh, close enough to brush my cock. I look at her and lift a brow. A voice in the back of my head warns me to run. This is how she always gets me.
However, some guy drops to one knee across the bar and proposes to his girlfriend. I see red all over again. I stand, pushing Donna to get up.
She stands with a bewildered look on her face. I grab her by the elbow and lead her toward the exit. She stumbles along beside me, but I’m too angry to care or slow down.
“Where are you staying?” I bite out.
“I have a room at the…”
I tune out, not listening to a word she says once I realize she’s staying in a hotel. That’s perfect. I can fuck this bitter feeling away and forget all about Lynn, as she forgot about me.
CHAPTER 42
Clear Head
Trevor
I wake with a sharp intake of air. My head feels like someone took a sledgehammer to it. I palm my face and groan.
Immediately, I know I’m not home in my own bed. The buzzing sound that woke me sounds again, gaining my attention. I groan again and reach for the device from the nightstand.
When I see the name of the caller, a scowl comes to my face. Then, it all comes back to me. Lynn and Billings at the restaurant.
The betrayal raises the bitterness within once again. However, I want answers from Lynn. She owes me that much.
As I have that thought, my focus goes to where I am. I turn to look at the bed I just sat up from. Lying there fast asleep is Donna in her bra and panties.
I bare my teeth and berate myself for being an idiot. Looking down at myself, I note my shirt is gone. I still have my jeans on, but my shoes and socks are gone too.
I was blackout drunk last night. What the fuck did I do? I run a frustrated hand through my hair and bite out a curse.
Shame fills me. I may have been angry with Lynn last night, but I didn’t want to drag anyone into that. Nor did I want to sleep with someone else without talking to Lynn to get the truth and gain some real closure.
“Great, just great, Trev,” I growl to myself.
I get up like the bed is on fire. I need to get dressed and get the hell out of here. I don’t want Donna to get any ideas of us being in a relationship again. Still, as I get dressed, my conscience starts to eat me up.
I don’t want to leave without a word, but if I stay, she’s going to cling to me. Deciding not to be a complete asshole, I notice a legal pad next to Donna’s phone on the hotel room desk. I move to it and grab up the pen next to it.
Blowing out a breath, I think my words over carefully. I want her to know I’m sorry about last night. I didn’t mean for it to happen, but I’m done with this relationship.
If things are over with Lynn, I still don’t want Donna. I let my anger get the best of me and that was a huge mistake. She deserves better.
I finish the letter quickly and drop the pen back down. Glancing at Donna once more, I sigh then leave the room.
Way to fucking go, Trev.
CHAPTER 43
Kidding Me?
Donna
I wake with a smile on my face and turn toward the other side of the bed. My eyes fly open as I find the sheets cool and the bed empty. I can still smell his cologne.
I sit up and look around. Trevor can be so stubborn. I should have known he wouldn’t be here when I woke. I didn’t mean for him to wake before me.
I growl and punch the bed. Nothing is going the way I want it to. I’m starting to think I might need to find a new target.
“What the fuck,” I hiss into the empty room.
I push a hand into the front of my hair and stare at the empty bed beside me. I used the little money my mother left me to pay for four years of college for a degree I’ll never use.
I loathe the idea of asking my dad for a damn thing. Collen doesn’t have a choice. I couldn’t be his guardian and land a husband. No man would want to be saddled with a one-year-old—my little brother or not.