Page 22 of Beachy Sweetheart
“Trevor, wait!”
He stops, but doesn’t turn to face me. He clutches his backpack in front of him and he’s squeezing it so hard I want to pry his fingers from it, but refrain. This isn’t the time.
“Sweetheart, do you want to talk about what happened? I’m sorry I didn’t protect you.” I thread my fingers through my hair. Everything was going so perfectly.
“I’m fine.”
“You’re not,” I say softly. He’s hurting in more ways than just getting hit with a toy. Something happened the moment he woke up so harshly, and I want to understand.
Tears leak from his eyes when he blinks. “I just wanted to play and have fun and enjoy myself. But—” He shakes his head. “You don’t need to hear the story of my life. You probably don’t even want to see me again.”
“That’s not true.”
He shakes his head again. “I need to go home. Reevaluate my life. Maybe I don’t deserve to play.”
“What do you mean?”
“Red.”
I blink back and let him walk away.
My feet barely drag me back to the playroom. I need to put the book away and clean up a few other places before I leave. My heart aches for Trevor. What’s going through his mind? I wish I could put him at ease, but it’d be disrespectful if I pushed him. So I let him go.
Maddie is standing in a corner crying when I rejoin the playroom. Daddy Yuri holds Bel, who’s glaring at Maddie with his fingers in his ears.
When Maddie notices me, she wails louder. “Tr—Trev—Trevor hates me now. I sorries for ruining everything.”
“I don’t know him all that well, but—” I curse under my breath the second I notice Bandit still in the rocking chair. “Fuck.”
“Bad word,” Bel whispers, and I snort.
“What?” Maddie turns around and cries harder. “He lefted Bandit.” She slides down the wall. “I sorries. So Sorries.”
“I’m not the one you need to apologize to.” I grab Bandit after cleaning up.
Club rules say we can’t give out personal details if someone doesn’t consent and since Trevor isn’t with us here, I can’t ask about him. Like where he works. Why the hell didn’t I ask questions before? I didn’t want to scare him away. Doesn’t matter, I’ll find him and return his beloved stuffie to him.
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TREVOR
I’m halfwayhome when I realize I left Bandit all alone at the club. Poor Bandit, he’s going to be so scared. Tears fall and I wipe them away with the back of my hand.
I just wanted a night where reality didn’t exist. To be fair, Daddy Andy was perfect and I shouldn’t have just left. He probably hates me now and never wants to see me again. Which is fine. I don’t deserve a Daddy as good as him. He’s too good for me, too attractive. Too perfect. It’s good that Maddie brought me out of my bubble. If she hadn’t, I don’t know how the night would have ended. Not that I would have gone home with him. I don’t think so anyway.
I should turn around and get Bandit, but then I’ll be out even later and now all I want is to crawl into bed and sleep. Which is exactly what I do when I get home. I strip out of my play clothes, toss everything from my bed on the floor and pass out. Tomorrow I’ll deal with everything.
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TREVOR
I waketo a text from Daddy Andy.
Andy: I hope you made it home safe and sound.
Trevor: Yes, thank you. And thank you for an amazing night, but red.
I’m not ready to talk about anything. He seems the type to respect boundaries and I don’t expect to hear from him again. But it was sweet that he wanted to make sure I got home safe.
