Page 26 of Sweet Surrender
My heart started racing. I’d been too busy enjoying Trent’s companyat the bar and when he walked me home. Was there a picture of him and me kissing in the pile she was holding?
I suddenly wasn’t feeling well.
“What about this one?” his wife went on, dropping the first picture andholding up another one.
A gasp from behind me pulled everyone’s attention to Laura who wasgaping at the picture being held up.
The picture of Trent fucking Laura over the hood of a car.
“That’s enough,” Trent said, trying to snatch the picture out of hiswife’s hand, and not noticing Laura storm from behind her desk, her cheeks burning furiously with embarrassment.
“You told me you were single!” she hissed, and as Trent turned to her,she threw a glass of water over him, soaking his white shirt enough that his nipples were visible.
Laura burst into tears as she rushed away, her pained sobs followingher. Mr. Burnes, or Alan, as his name badge read, watched helplessly at her retreating figure.
“Laura!” Trent called after her before remembering hiswife was standing right there.
“I want a divorce!” the poor woman snarled. Despite the situation, shewas doing a damn good job at not bursting into tears. “And I promise you, Eugene Trent McAllister, I’m going to make sure I geteverythingI’m entitled to!”
Eugene. Ha. If I’d known that was his actual name, then I definitelywouldn’t have slept with him.
Trent reached for her, but she knocked his hand out of his way, tellinghim to keep his filthy hands off her. It was at that point I decided I’d heard enough. This wasn’t my fight, and whether she believed me or not, I didn’t know he was married, otherwise I wouldn’t have gone near him with a ten-foot pole.
I stepped away, but the movement caused the woman’s scornful faceto turn back to me. Before she had a chance to throw any more venom my way, or her fist for that matter, I held a hand up, hoping to placate her.
“For what it’s worth, I agree with you. Your husband is a lying piece ofshit,” I paused to give Trent the most disapproving scowl I could conjure before turning back to her. “I know you won’t believe me, but I promise you, I didn’t know he was married or I never would have touched him.”
She must have heard my conviction as her scowl eased, and her lipspursed into a thin line. To my relief, she gave a brief nod of her head.
“Baby, please! We can work this out, they didn’t mean anything,”Trent said as he tried to reach for his wife again.
I rolled my eyes. Trent was an idiot if he thought he could weasel hisway out of this. I hoped his wife did divorce him and took him for every cent she could get.
“If you’ll excuse me,” I muttered before stepping away from thewarring couple.
The right thing to do was to walk out with my head held high. It wasn’tlike I’d wanted to start a relationship with Trent, but was I pissed that he’d lied so callously to me? And for the last three months?
Yes, yes I was.
That’s why I paused several steps away from the door, before callingout and interrupting him from begging for his wife’s forgiveness.
“Oh, Trent? Or perhaps I should say, Eugene.” He looked at me, adeep scowl forming on his brows. “Just so you know, you were really shit in bed. It’s amazing how you got so many women to sleep with you when you have zero clue on how to find the clit.”
His mouth dropped open in disbelief as a grin spread on his wife’slips. From around the showroom, chortles echoed.
Feeling a bit better, I walked out of the showroom, leaving the chaosbehind, and done with the drama for one day.
The rest of the day was a disaster. I made it to the library to find thecomputers were all in use. I had to wait two hours before one became free, and with nothing to do, my mind kept wandering to Trent’s wife.
The poor woman was facing raising a child on her own because herselfish husband couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. I knew all too well how hard raising a child as a single parent was.
My mom never showed it in my younger years, but as I got older, shespoke about how at times she thought she was doing a shit job raising me. Often, she’d lay awake worrying I was going to hate her for not remarrying and giving me a father figure.
By the time I finally logged onto a computer, I was riddled with guilt.Although I didn’t know Trent was married, it still didn’t stop me from feeling like I’d played some part in ruining their marriage. The thought kept circling in my head and distracting me from applying for jobs.
When 6 pm rolled around, and Mrs. Wade came to tell me the librarywas closing, I begrudgingly left, hoping that there would be no more nasty surprises in store when I got home, and tomorrow would be a more productive day.
Making a mental note that in the morning, I needed to contact mybank and find out why the hell my account was $300 over my limit when I knew wholeheartedly I hadn’t spent the money, I started the walk home.
