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I finally pulled into the darkened parking lot and got out of my car. The place was closed so my investigation would be limited to the exterior. I walked around the outer perimeter of the building. No broken windows and no sign of forced entry anywhere.

So, how did you get in, Dad?

Setting my hands on my hips, I looked around. There had to be something.

A light suddenly came on inside. Someone was in there after all. But that couldn’t be. There were no cars in the parking lot. Maybe it was the vandals coming back for more destruction.

Cupping my hands to the window, I looked inside. It was dark despite the one dim light, but I could make out the silhouette of a slim and petite... Holy crap! It was Kat!

Her silky skin glowed under that romantic light marred only by Trent’ skanky hands all over her.

I wanted to pound on the window and shout my objection, but what good could it do? I didn’t matter to her. She didn’t care what I thought or what I felt.

Nonetheless, my fist was poised to pound on that window.

Control yourself.

Yeah, but she’s making a big mistake.

No. I had to accept that it was over, and she was already moving on.

I backed away before they could see me. Trent would just love to boast about his conquest... and my defeat. The thought of him rubbing it in made me rush to my car to beat it out of there.

But as I reached my car, I was suddenly struck with a realization. No door or window was broken. There was no breaking and entering... just entering.

That means the vandal had to have a key to the place. Ginger was closed and locked up every night. Surely Trent as the manager made sure he locked up every night.

And he had the key to open up in the morning.

He had a key. He was the only one out here who had a key.

No one from the Academy had one. Most of all, Errol King would not have one at all. My father was a passionate man, known to follow his heart, but he was a smart businessman who made a fortune from his hard work. He came from nothing but became a culinary success. He wouldn’t stoop so low as to physically destroy a restaurant just to get at a rival and risk everything he’d built.

No, something like this was amateurish. Immature, like the work of someone having a childish tantrum. Someone who didn’t think about consequences.

My dad was right. This was too unsophisticated. Too beneath what a King would do. And Dad would never sign his name off on something so sloppy.

Chapter 19

Kat

AS TRENT GENTLY CARESSED my skin, my mind somehow sought Kobe. Why? Why, after the horrible way he’d treated me, was I still thinking of him? Was I a masochist? Was I one of those girls who enjoyed being mistreated?

No. No, I wasn’t. I was just caught up in the ‘what could have been’. I was caught up in the childhood crush I’d had on him. I’d known Kobe for so long and my thoughts had occasionally gone to what the future might hold for us.

“I love the silky touch of your skin against mine,” Trent said.

I abruptly returned my attention to the man at my side. A gorgeous hunk of a man that any woman would love to spend time with. Not only did he look good, but his touch was gentle and sensual. He was kind and patient and intelligent... everything a woman could want.

Kobe, on the other hand, was moody. He was bossy and demanding. He couldn’t control his temper and was almost always angry at something or other. The sweet boy from camp was gone; gone and dead. He’d been replaced by a heartless, ruthless, careless young man. He’d become just like his father Errol King.

I sighed, relieved by the thought that I’d found him out before it was too late. What his father had done to Ginger was inexcusable.

Trent pressed his body against mine as his hands roamed, caressing my inner thigh, up my belly across my breasts and back down again to the crux of my thighs.

His touch was heavenly, and I could tell that he was eager to please me, to pleasure me and to make sure I enjoyed the moment with him.

He brought his lips to my sensitive skin, adding to the pleasure his hands brought. He shifted down over me, kissing his way over my belly, to my navel and onward. My anticipation was at an all-time high as he prepared to set his lips on my clit.

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