“I’m sorry!” His voice is laden with panic, “I didn’t want you to have to marry someone like that.”
“Except it’s not up to you. I’m the one who has to live within that marriage. How many times do I have to tell you?”
“I can’t help it. You’re my—”
“Don’t you fucking dare say that I’m your mate. You don’t have any claim on me. You aren’t my father or brother, and the only reason my own father isn’t handling this is because you won’t let me speak to him.”
“Fine.”
“Fine, what?”
“I’ll give you the other files.”
“You better if you care about protecting me the way you say you do.”
“I do. I’ll get you the files as soon as I get home, okay? I promise.”
Violet stands up, then.
“Why don’t we leave you to eat in peace, and I’ll come back later for that fitting alone? " She looks at Trey.
“That might be a good idea,” I say quietly.
“Come on, brother. We have a lot to do when we get home.”
Trey follows her out but doesn’t say goodbye to me. I get a text when they’re long gone. It’s from him.
Trey:I really am sorry.
I make him sweat it out for a few minutes before I respond.
Me:It’s fine. I know you meant well.
Trey:That’s part of it.
Me:What’s the rest of it?
Trey:V’s right. I do wish it was me.
Me:I kinda do too. This whole process is exhausting.
Trey:Thanks for the vote of confidence.
Me:Just make sure I don’t end up dead, ok?
Trey:Deal.
Me:I’m gonna go destroy this hero now.
Trey:Sexy. I’ll be sure to add that to your profile.
Me:Please do.
After that, I put my phone in my pocket and did exactly what I said I would: dig right into that hero. As I eat, I think about the interactions that just took place here.
We keep thinking about this time crunch, and all I really want to do is go back to that night when Trey found me across from my parents’ house and finish what we started.
I keep coming back to that moment, feeling him stroke me until I come, riding his hand and wishing it was his dick. I haven’t been with anyone in my exile, not even a one-night stand.