Until Series(122)

“Jesus.” I shake my head, close my eyes, and lean my head back on the couch.

“I feel bad enough already,” she grumbles, making me laugh.

“This isn’t funny!” she cries.

I open my eyes and end up laughing harder. “You’re wrong; this is hilarious! I can’t believe my sweet Liz could do something so evil.” I raise an eyebrow. She shoves her face into her hands.

“I’m a horrible person,” she mumbles.

“Hell no! You were doing what you had to do, and that bitch deserved it.”

“I could have gone back into the restaurant and called someone,” she says with a pout.

I lean forward, taking her face in my hands. “She shouldn’t have slashed your tire.”

“What if it wasn’t even her who did it?” she asks, and I shake my head. Jen is manipulative; I don’t put anything past her.

“Well, consider it Karma for her being such a bitch.”

“Stop calling her that; you used to be with her.”

“Baby,” I say softly, pulling her closer. “We slept together; we were never in a relationship.”

“I know that, but you still slept with her.” I can hear the anger in her voice, and I’m not sure if she’s mad that I called Jen a bitch, or if she’s upset that I slept with her. All I know is that I’m going to tread lightly and change the subject.

“Did you miss me?” I start to pull her forward, but she resists, pulling away and getting off my lap.

“The way you treat women is so disgusting.”

“What?” I choke out.

“I know that you hear what I’m saying, Trevor,” she glares. “You treat women like crap.”

“Have I ever treated you lik—?”

“Yes!” She cuts me off, walking close, and putting her finger in my face. “You ignored me when I tried to explain what I had meant when I said the word ‘never’ to you. Then you were an ass and didn’t talk to me. Oh wait, that’s not true.” Her head goes back, and her fists clench. I wonder if it’s wrong that I’m totally turned the fuck on right now. “You did talk to me, right? If a guy tried to talk to me, you growled at me…and him.”

“Where is this all coming from?”

“What happens when you’re done with me? What happens then? Will you tell people that I’m a bitch like you called Jen?”

“Fuck me!” I whisper-hiss.

“Exactly!”

That’s it. I’m done. I grab her around the waist, pulling her to me. Then I pick her up, and carry her to the bedroom. Lolly barks once before she sits when I shoot her a death glare. I walk to the bedroom with a struggling and hissing Liz, toss her on the bed, and hold her ankle so she can’t get away.

“Let me go.” She twists, trying to crawl across the bed, so I climb up on the bed behind her covering her with my body, pressing her into the mattress. She’s breathing heavy, her eyes closed tight with frustration.

“Now that you said what you needed to say, it’s my turn to talk.”

“I don’t have a choice, do I? I can’t get up; you’re a bully,” she says on a huff.

I bite my tongue to keep from laughing. “You ready to listen?” I whisper near her ear, feeling her shiver and go completely still. I’m sure she can feel my dick pressed into her back.

“Whatever,” she mutters, making me smile.

“This is the last time we’re going to bring up what happened that night.” I press into her and she nods. “I never told you that when I stopped that night, I did it because I was afraid of my own feelings for you. I figured if I told myself that you were innocent, I would stop craving you.” I press myself deeper into her back. “That didn’t work. Every time a guy tried to talk to you, I wanted to beat the fuck out of him, or drag you off.” I take a breath and lace my fingers through hers. “Now, as for Jen, I can tell you from experience that she is a bitch.” I watch Liz flinch, so I roll her over and hold her face in my hands. “I don’t say that about all the women I’ve been with, but I know Jen. I know that she uses her dad’s influence to get away with a lot of shit.” I press my forehead to hers. “As for you, I could never say that about you; even if I was pissed, I know the kind of person you are. I know that you care about people, even the ones you shouldn’t.” She leans up, pressing her mouth to mine. “We done fighting now?” I ask, my hands running down along her sides.

“Yes,” she whispers, then bites her lip.





Chapter 6




Liz


I don’t know why I was so mad at him for saying that about Jen, but I hate that word. I think what I’m really mad about is my brother’s phone call. This time, he didn’t call me; he called my mom to tell her that he wasn’t coming home before flying to Jamaica, but that he would meet us there. My mom now thinks that he is working undercover with the police. How he convinced her that he was doing that kind of work, I have no clue; but the look of pride of my mother’s face when she came into the shop to tell me that she had spoken with Tim had been gut wrenching.