Page 25 of Sweet Surrender
The awkwardness that descended last night after Trent left me highand dry fell around us, not helped by the daggers Laura was throwing my way.
“Right. Well, I guess I’ll see you.” I turned to leave, more than readyto get the hell out of there and never look at Trent again, when he grabbed my arm.
“Sav, wait,” he said, his eyes flicking back to Laura before he pulledme further away from her.
With his grip still on my arm, I had no choice but to stop. My gaze darted to her, finding her on the brink of tears and ignoring the ringing phone on her desk.
“What are you doing tonight?” Trent said, his voice lowered as if hedidn’t want to be overheard.
Before I had the chance to reply and tell Trent that I was busy everynight from now until the end of time, the showroom door slammed open, making every head turn to the whirlwind of a woman who’d just stormed in.
“You!” she bellowed, her shrill cry reverberating around the roombefore she marched to where Trent and I were standing.
The woman was clearly pregnant. From the size of the bump hiddenunder her tight black top, I would have said she was six, maybe seven months pregnant. Her black curls bounced as she made her way to us, a snarl contorting on her face.
“Shit,” Trent hissed from beside me. Tearing my gaze away from thefurious woman, I looked at him, finding his eyes wide with panic.
Whack!
Trent’s face whipped to one side as the slap the woman had justdelivered rang out and left a bright red mark on his cheek. By now, everyone in the showroom was watching the commotion unfold.
Even the cleaner had come out of her storage cupboard to watch.
“You bastard! How could you?” she roared. “I’m pregnant with yourchild!”
Oh, fucking hell.
“Baby, what’s going-” Trent started, but she interrupted him before hecould finish what I assumed was a pitiful attempt at denying whatever it was she was about to accuse him of.
“What’s going on? Don’t try and deny it, you cheating asshole!”
She went to strike him again, but Trent stepped out of her line of fire.As she pulled her hand away, I caught the glint of her wedding ring, and my heart sank, adding to the turmoil of emotions already rampaging through me at my stupidity.
“You’re married,” I muttered, not meaning to say it aloud.
The woman’s head snapped to me, her venom now aimed in mydirection. She looked me up and down in disgust before she sneered. “Don’t tell me you’re one of hiswhores?”
I closed my eyes as my cheeks flushed the deepest shade ofcrimson. “I didn’t know he was married,” I replied, a hint of desperation in my voice at wanting the poor woman to believe me.
Trent meanwhile, stood silently like a fucking coward, not backing meup in my claim that I didn’t know he was married.
The complete douche.
“Of course you didn’t,” she barked, glowering at me. I braced myselffor a slap to come my way, but thankfully, a new voice interrupted.
“Is everything okay?”
I tentatively opened my eyes to find the man I’d seen talking to theyoung couple earlier walking towards us, his brows pulled together in worry.
“Everything’s fine, Mr. Burnes,” Trent said hurriedly, his eyes wideningin fear as at the same time, his wife yelled, “No, everything is not fine! My husband is a lying, cheating, piece of shit!”
With that, she yanked an envelope from her purse and pulled out astack of photos.
“Who was this one?” Trent’s wife yelled, holding up a picture foreveryone in the showroom to see.
I couldn’t help but look and immediately regretted it.
The photo was of Trent fucking a woman against a wall in a desertedalley. Whoever took the photo either had an excellent zoom lens or they were close enough to capture the tiny love heart tattoo on the girl’s hip.
