Grabbing his shirt, he headed for the door.
June was hot on his heels, but she wasn’t following him. She held her bag and coat. He watched her lock the door.
Pressing his lips to hers, Trey smiled as she moaned, submitting to him. “See you soon.”
Without waiting for her to speak, he turned and headed back to his own place. When he was out of sight, he watched her leave, hating it. He knew she was going to someone else, someone who her father would want to do business with.
Jealousy was an ugly emotion.
Slamming the door closed, Trey headed straight for the bathroom. Staring at his reflection in the mirror, he saw the difference staring back at him. There was a happiness in his eyes.
Closing his eyes, he saw her lying on her bed, her thighs wide open waiting for his lips to suck on her pussy.
“She’s not yours.”
The sound of the phone ringing pulled him out of his thoughts. Running back downstairs, he answered the call, turning on the television.
“Hello,” he said.
“Hey, man. I tried to call earlier. Where were you?” Dale asked.
It was on the tip of his tongue to tell him the truth. Dale wouldn’t go squealing to anyone, but it was the one thing June had requested.
“I was sleeping. I only just got up. I told you I was old,” he said, chuckling.
“You’re not old.”
“Any luck with you and Molly?”
“No. She let me inside her house yesterday. I saw Sasha and Luke, but she wouldn’t let me tell them the truth.”
“You’ve got to keep going, man. If Molly’s the one then you’ve got to fight for her.”
Silence met his words.
“What about you and June? Any new developments?”
“None at all. She won’t give me the time of day.”
“Do you want me to get Molly to talk to her?”
“No. I can do this on my own.” Trey listened to Dale speak.
When the call ended, Trey sat back, watching the football game. He was going to play their relationship by June’s rules, and slowly he intended to add his own rules to the mix.
They were not in high school. June was not getting away from him that easy.
He saw his cell phone on the coffee table and grabbed it.
Trey had her number. He’d gotten it last night while she’d been in the shower. The piece of paper he’d slipped into his pocket was still there.
Pulling the paper out, he looked at the number and typed it in.
He wondered how dinner was going. What would be wrong with him sending a little message?
****
June was so fucking bored. She kept looking at the clock above the fireplace. Her body was humming with sexual awareness. Trey and what had taken place last night kept invading her mind.
Crap, she couldn’t follow their conversation.
“June, honey,” Lexie said.
Martin smiled at her. His father and mother were sat together on the far sofa. They looked nothing like the happy couple her own parents presented.
“Sorry, what?” she asked.
“I was just asking your thoughts on marriage in this day and age?” Martin asked.
“Martin’s a divorce lawyer, sweetheart.” Her father tapped her hand, smiling.
“You don’t want to know my thoughts.” She sipped at her ice tea hoping they’d keep her out of the conversation.
“I really would. I’ve seen what makes a bad marriage. I know what makes a good one.”
Martin sat forward, smiling at her. He was a handsome man, but she saw through his act. What he was doing was an act, and she wasn’t interested in an act.
“I don’t believe in marriage, and I’ll never be getting married,” she said.
“June!” Her mother snapped her name sharply.
“What? He asked.”
“It’s okay, Mrs. Armstrong. Why don’t you want to get married?” he asked.
You’re a smarmy bastard. Do you really think I don’t see through your act?
At least Trey doesn’t hide the real him.
“I own a bakery. I wake from four in the morning and start my day at four-thirty. Do you really think a man would accept that?”
“Well, of course you’d have to consider handing over the running—”
“Not going to happen,” she said, cutting him off.
“June, help me get another round of drinks,” Lexie said, tugging her into the kitchen. She heard her father apologize.
Rolling her eyes, she followed her mother. The instant they were in the kitchen her mother turned on her. “Why are you being so difficult?”
“The guy’s a loser and a fake. You can’t tell me that you don’t see it?”
Lexie huffed. “He’s interested in you.”
“He’s interested in investing in a better and bigger family. I met his kind before at college. They’re all the same.”