Velvet and Lace(47)

“Alright, dirty girl, time for a shower.” He scooped her up in his arms and held her until they reached the shower.

“I may be dirty and naughty, but you love it.” Daphne poked him in the chest as he set her down and he pulled her in for a hug.

“Oh I do. I love you, Daphne.” His expression turned serious again. “That was the most incredible thing I have ever felt. I feel so grateful that you let me experience that with you. I don’t think I have ever felt that close and that connected to someone before. You trusted me. I am so thankful for that.” He placed a kiss on her forehead and Daphne felt tears well up in her eyes. She had no idea how she had gotten so lucky.





Chapter 11



The ringing of a phone jerked Daphne out of a deep sleep and she felt dread form in the pit of her stomach. It was her phone this time. Daphne rolled out of Trent’s arms and reached for the phone. She recognized the number as Officer Gordon. She was really getting tired of her amazing nights with Trent being interrupted. Trent sat up as she pressed the answer button.

“Hello?”

“Daphne. It’s Sheriff Gordon. I hate to wake you up but I have some good and bad news. I need you to come down to the shop. Someone tried to break into the store tonight but the alarm went off and I was in the area. I have the person held here and I really think you need to come down here.”

“I’ll be there in five minutes.” Daphne thanked Justin and hung up the phone. Trent, bless him, who had been listening to the call, had already gotten up and found each of them clothes. He was getting dressed and her clothes were sitting next to her. They raced out the front door and made it to the shop in the five promised minutes.

Daphne saw the flashing blue lights in the sky even before they pulled up to the store. Her stomach dropped as she saw the front of the store. In bright red letters, the word “whore” was spray painted on the front window. Daphne felt fury build up insider her stomach and then her jaw dropped as she slid out of Trent’s truck and saw who was handcuffed and leaning against Sheriff Gordon’s car.

“Tiffany!” Daphne shrieked as she saw the blonde curls of the woman she went to high school with. The last time she had seen her, was when she left her standing open-mouthed at the reunion  . She rushed over to Justin. “What the hell?”

Tiffany went crazy as she saw Daphne get closer to her. “You little slut!” Her eyes were wild and her clothes were winkled. She had never seen Tiffany so disheveled.

Justin stuck out his hand and Daphne stayed back, it was obvious getting near Tiffany would not be a good idea.

“Why, Tiffany,? Why would you do all of this to me? I have never done anything to you.” Daphne wrapped her arms around her middle and then felt Trent come up behind her.

“Nothing to me? You humiliated me at the reunion  !” Tiffany shrieked as she tried to get out of her handcuffs.

“There was no one around. The only people who heard were you and Brittney. But even more than that, if I recall correctly you were in the process of humiliating me and I just corrected you.” Daphne was getting pissed.

Tiffany spat in her direction and Daphne jumped out of the way. “You stole Trent from you, you fucking little slut!” Daphne gave a curious look to Trent and he raised his hands in surrender.

“Hey, we haven’t dated since high school. I have no clue what she’s talking about.” He backed up a few steps and put his hands in his pockets.

“Trent, Sweetie, don’t say that. You know how much I love you. How much I have always loved you. You were always going to be with me. We were so close. How could you say something like that?”

Daphne watched as tears began to stream down Tiffany’s face.

“I’m so sorry for all of this Daphne.” It was Justin who was speaking. “No one had any idea of what she was capable of. She wasn’t even on my possible suspect list. The alarm went off and I pulled up to find her trying to break in the front door. She had already spray painted the window.”

“This is not your fault, Justin. This isn’t anyone’s fault it’s obvious she’s crazy.” Tiffany had curled into a ball on the ground and was sobbing continuously. Makeup was running down her cheeks as tears streaked down her face. “What’s going to happen to her?” Daphne nodded in Tiffany’s direction.

“I’m not sure. I will take her to the jail for now. But honestly, I think she might need clinical mental help and I might try and take her to the hospital for that.” After some struggling between Justin and one of his deputies Daphne had not yet met, they finally loaded Tiffany into the back of a county car and the deputy drove away.