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Questions of how to stop him fly through my mind. I push on him slightly, and he leans down on me harder. I buck my leg up, and he tucks it under his more.

“Wai—” I try to say, but his mouth is on mine before I can even finish the word.

When my phone rings again, I say a silent prayer that Ben is as stubborn as he is.

Trevor gets up with a growl. “That motherfucker,” he blurts out.

I reach for my phone, seeing it’s my dad calling this time, and I breathe out a sigh of relief. I’m not sure what Trevor would have done if he had seen Ben’s name again. I’m afraid to think about that actually.

I show him my phone. “It’s my dad. I have to get this.”

Trevor sits back, not hiding his annoyance one bit as I answer, “Hey, Daddy.”

“Hey, sweetheart. Just checking in. I know you’re pretty far away, and it’s getting late. How about you start heading home?”

I glance at Trevor, who’s shaking his head and rolling his eyes at the words my dad is saying.

“Okay, yeah, let me gather my things, and then I’ll head out.”

Trevor doesn’t even wait for me to get off the phone or sit up for that matter. He’s already starting the truck and backing it out of the space next to the others.

Knowing he’s been drinking and now driving me to my car has my mind going in an even crazier direction than it was five seconds ago, but then I remember that I’m sitting here without a shirt on.

I reach for my shirt and slip it on before I place my phone into my purse.

“Sorry I have to go …” I say, not sure why I’m feeling so guilty.

He lets out a breath, then reaches for me, motioning for me to slide over next to him. “It’s all good. I get having to leave when your dad says so.”

His words are clear, and his actions are back to normal, so I calm my thoughts.

Maybe he isn’t as drunk as I thought he was just a few minutes ago …

His mood went from angry to calm as he drives me back to his place to get my car, which just makes my head spin even more.

Was it just Ben that made him that angry?

I don’t really know what to think since I’ve never seen anyone change their attitude so fast, then act like it never happened. It makes me question if it actually did happen.

Was I just feeling like he was being more aggressive when he really wasn’t? Was it all in my head because of the alcohol I had? I don’t feel drunk though …

When we arrive, we both climb out of the truck on his side. With my back to the driver’s door, he pushes me against it as he kisses me and rubs his hands on my ass.

“We’ll continue this tomorrow,” he whispers, making my heart beat faster. “I don’t work until the afternoon. How about I pick you up in the morning?”

“Okay,” I whisper back and nod.

He steps away from me, allowing me to move from his truck and toward my car.

Before I’m too far from him, he slaps my ass. “Drive safely.”

I turn and smile at him. “I will.”

When I get to my car, I take my phone out of my purse to text my dad, and I see a few texts from Ben as well. I send the text to my dad, letting him know I’m heading home, and ignore the ones from Ben. That’s just not something I want to deal with right now.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Ben

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