Page 7 of Playing Games with My Billionaire

“Lindsey," he said.

Hearing him call my name sounded strange but also nice. I looked at him out of the corner of my eye. His jersey shirt molded to his body like a second layer of skin. His biceps, triceps, and his abs gave a distinct shape to his shirt.

He’s hot, that’s for sure.

I wasn't the only one checking him out. Every lady that passed us all turned her head to ogle. He didn't look phased by their stares; it was obvious he was used to it. His heavily muscled frame and his height made him stand out.

Trev began asking questions about the town and the purpose of the festival. I answered all his questions since he seemed to be curious. I couldn't help but wonder what he did for a living, and why he was in town.

"Is Bryan your son?" he asked abruptly.

I was thrown off by his question.

Well, I can’t blame him for the assumption.

"No, he and his mother are locals and guests at the Lodge while their home is being repaired after a fire,” I answered.

"Oh, I see," was his response.

We kept walking around with no destination in mind. I had gotten comfortable around him, though I couldn't get enough of looking at his body. He rippled with muscular strength. His upper body, his huge arms, and he was obviously lean.

Not an ounce of fat on the man. Woo, hot stuff!

Dusk set in and the air was getting chilly. I thought he’d put on his jacket, but he still held it over his shoulder.

We went to look for Bryan and found him by the ring-tossing booth. He had been trying to win a toy for himself but had failed.

"Want me to try for you?" Trev asked Bryan, who nodded enthusiastically. Then Trev gave him a ten dollar bill and sent him to go get more tokens.

Trev took his position and began tossing the rings, and to Bryan’s delight landed all the throws. Bryan got the toy he wanted. I was shocked to hear the round of applause that came from his winning. I turned around to see that a small crowd had been watching him play.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" I heard a familiar voice say.

No, please God, not this!

I turned to see Ken. I knew things were about to take a turn for the worse.

Ken Jonnason. The town bully, the town drunk, and unfortunately also my ex from high school. He regularly begged me to take him back. I knew better; my relationship with him had caused me nothing but heartache and actual physical pain. His excuse for those years was that he was young and foolish then. I still saw him as the same old person.

"Let’s leave,now," I said to Trev, who was looking at Ken, wondering who he was.

"Come on, sweetheart! How about you stay longer with your boyfriend?" Ken teased as he swayed with booze. I said nothing.

I took Bryan's hand and began walking away. Trev followed me.

“City boy can't make his own decisions,” Ken said to Trev.

Trev seemed on the edge of some kind of reaction. As we walked away, he didn't say anything to me or ask who Ken was.

Hmmm. With Trevor’s muscles, I wouldn't think he'd be afraid of anyone, much less someone like Ken.

The drive back home was as quiet as when we had come out of the festival. Bryan was asleep in the back seat. Trev carried Bryan to his room as I led the way. Sherry was still at work.

We sat in the great room off the reception area, on different ends of the same sofa. I’d gotten each of us a bottle of beer. I wanted to ask him why he just walked away from Ken's taunt, but I decided not to.

He must have his reasons.

"Tonight was fun," he said, flashing a smile.

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