Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Trev held out his arms. “This is the first section of my room. Through that door are my bed and closet.” He pointed to the closed door to my right. “And that door is the bathroom.” He pointed to the door to the far left.
“You have your own suites,” I muttered, thinking this was something I’d read about in historical romance books but I decided not to mention it.
He shrugged. “If that’s what you want to call it,” he replied, dropping down to sit in the middle of the sofa. “Let’s hijack some cars,” he proclaimed and picked up a remote that made the screen-covered wall light up and come to life.
“Wow,” I whispered, watching the screen.
Playing a video game on that was going to feel like we were in the game. I walked over to the closest chair and sat down.
Trev shot me a frown. “I can’t help you from there, and the food is too far away. I don’t bite. I’m not Eddie or whatever his name was. Come here,” he said, patting the seat beside him.
“His name is Edward,” I told him, then reluctantly moved over but kept a proper distance between us.
I didn’t think Trev had me in here to make a move, but I was still cautious. I didn’t want him to get the wrong idea. He appeared to sincerely want to teach me how to play this game, but I wasn’t taking my chances.
Trev leaned forward and grabbed a chip, then popped it in his mouth. “Here, this is your controller,” he told me as he handed it to me. “I’ll play first; you watch me. Pay attention to the buttons I press and how I work the controller.”
I nodded and held the new device in my hands as the game came to life in front of us.
The next two hours went by so quickly that I didn’t realize the time. When Saxon walked into the room, I was surprised.
“What up?” Trev said as he continued working the remote in his hands.
“I came to get Maddy. Mom’s home and was asking about her,” Saxon replied as his gaze held mine.
I glanced at the time and quickly stood up. “I didn’t realize it was so late,” I told him.
He shrugged. “No worries. She’s not upset. I was just sent to make sure you got back safely.”
“I was going to bring her,” Trev replied, pausing the game and looking over at Saxon.
“No need.”
Trev held out his remote to Saxon. “Wanna play?” he asked.
Saxon smirked. “Not tonight. I’d hate to whip your ass in front of your student.”
Trev laughed. “Whatever.”
I listened to their banter as I slipped my shoes back on and started cleaning up the snacks scattered on the table. I hadn’t thought I was hungry, but at some point, the sour gummy worms had looked appealing. Then, I’d moved on to the chips.
“You don’t have to clean that up. We have people for that,” Trev told me.
Of course he did. He had people for everything. This was not my world. Now that I was immersed in it, I needed to remember it was for a brief time. When I could afford it, I would be moving on with my life. A life where this kind of thing didn’t exist. A life where I would be the help.
“You ready?” Saxon asked me.
I simply nodded, then looked back at Trevor. “Thanks. This was fun.”
He beamed at me. I liked his smile, and I realized I’d enjoyed spending time with him. In the future, I’d need to be careful. I didn’t need attachments.
Ten
Melanie had misunderstood my being at Trev’s. She thought there was more to it than just the friendship I had agreed to. However, I was finding it hard to explain that to her because she wasn’t open to listening to me.
The next morning, she chose my clothing, shoes, and accessories for the day. After more than an hour of her preparing me, we left the house to go visit her salon, where my hair was trimmed and highlighted. I didn’t understand that part since my hair was already blonde. The platinum streaks didn’t make much of a difference in my appearance, although Melanie seemed to think it did. Next, I was given a manicure and pedicure. After that, I was subjected to waxing and something called threading, which hurt like hell.
The afternoon was almost over when we finally left the salon. Melanie talked nonstop about how perfectly everything had turned out. I felt like her doll. One she was obsessed with dressing up to suit her whim. It wasn’t that I was ungrateful. It was just that I didn’t see the need in all of this. The only thing that I did understand was that Melanie had it in her head that I would soon be dating a Hughes. This idea thrilled her, and she appeared almost giddy with excitement.