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front of him. Why was she limping? What was she talking about? Trey looked down at the tablet and cringed. Filling the screen was a photo of his head buried between two very large glittery breasts.
“This may be a picture of me, but it’s fake. I wasn’t at a strip club. And what happened last night?”
“There was an accident on set. Some lights fell and I had to jump out of the way. A piece of glass cut me. Don’t worry, while you were bonding, Grant took care of me until my parents showed up again.” Taylor moved her hands to her hips and Trey knew she was getting fired up.
“Why didn’t you call me? I would have come home,” he said as gently as possible.
“I don’t think you could have heard me with those earmuffs on.”
“Really, Taylor? After all this time and all the media attention, you think I would do something like this? Here,” Trey picked up his bag and dumped it on the table. “Not a single speck of glitter to be found. And look, that’s the shirt I ruined when I stained the deck. I threw it out three months ago. The photo is fixed and you should have enough trust in me to know that. I believed you when there were pictures everywhere on the news of Grant slapping your butt, and that actually happened. This didn’t happen.” Now it was Trey’s time to put his hands on his hips as Taylor’s shoulders sagged before she collapsed onto the couch.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s come over me. Deep down I knew better, but after everything that happened last night and the fact I hardly slept . . . I just overacted. I didn’t even think to look at it beneath the surface.”
Trey sat down next to her and tucked her against his chest. “It’s okay. We knew the gossips would be coming after us when you stepped back into the limelight. And it’s fine because I know I can trust you. We don’t need to even look at these. We haven’t for years; let’s not start now.”
“I trust you too. I’m so sorry I just forgot for a moment. You’re the best man I know and you’d never do anything to hurt me like that.”
Taylor leaned forward and kissed him. Her fingers trailed down his chest and her hand spread over his abdomen. In an instant, the kiss went from asking for forgiveness to demanding. Trey didn’t complain at all. He knew the pressures of being in the public life. She got up, peeled off her shirt, and began hooking her finger in a come hither motion. He no longer gave a damn about Grant, her parents, or the gossips. And when her hand appeared from behind the bedroom door and dropped her bra to the floor, he forgot all about everything except Taylor.
Trey slowly moved Taylor’s arm from his chest. After they made love, she fell asleep in his arms and was now curled around him. It took a long time, but he finally got untangled from her arms and legs. Slowly, he pushed the covers aside and stole out of bed.
The moon was almost full and the light allowed him to see easily into the living room. He bent down and picked his pants off the floor. Digging into his pocket, he pulled out the jewelry box and sighed. Another perfect proposal down the drain. He opened the box and stared at the moonlight reflecting off the diamond. Frustration welled inside of him. He’d give her the perfect proposal, even if it killed him.
The motion light flicked on out front and light filled the room. The sound of something hitting the front door had him running down the hall and throwing open the door. A streak of orange pigtails was all he saw of the woman running away. Looking down, he saw the picture of him at the strip club on the stoop. Written in red marker was You don’t deserve her.
* * *
Taylor woke up early. Her leg was thrown over Trey’s much thicker one and her head nestled against his chest. She felt fantastic. And she felt horrible. Sleeping through the night made a ton of difference on her outlook, but then she realized how badly she’d treated Trey the
“This may be a picture of me, but it’s fake. I wasn’t at a strip club. And what happened last night?”
“There was an accident on set. Some lights fell and I had to jump out of the way. A piece of glass cut me. Don’t worry, while you were bonding, Grant took care of me until my parents showed up again.” Taylor moved her hands to her hips and Trey knew she was getting fired up.
“Why didn’t you call me? I would have come home,” he said as gently as possible.
“I don’t think you could have heard me with those earmuffs on.”
“Really, Taylor? After all this time and all the media attention, you think I would do something like this? Here,” Trey picked up his bag and dumped it on the table. “Not a single speck of glitter to be found. And look, that’s the shirt I ruined when I stained the deck. I threw it out three months ago. The photo is fixed and you should have enough trust in me to know that. I believed you when there were pictures everywhere on the news of Grant slapping your butt, and that actually happened. This didn’t happen.” Now it was Trey’s time to put his hands on his hips as Taylor’s shoulders sagged before she collapsed onto the couch.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s come over me. Deep down I knew better, but after everything that happened last night and the fact I hardly slept . . . I just overacted. I didn’t even think to look at it beneath the surface.”
Trey sat down next to her and tucked her against his chest. “It’s okay. We knew the gossips would be coming after us when you stepped back into the limelight. And it’s fine because I know I can trust you. We don’t need to even look at these. We haven’t for years; let’s not start now.”
“I trust you too. I’m so sorry I just forgot for a moment. You’re the best man I know and you’d never do anything to hurt me like that.”
Taylor leaned forward and kissed him. Her fingers trailed down his chest and her hand spread over his abdomen. In an instant, the kiss went from asking for forgiveness to demanding. Trey didn’t complain at all. He knew the pressures of being in the public life. She got up, peeled off her shirt, and began hooking her finger in a come hither motion. He no longer gave a damn about Grant, her parents, or the gossips. And when her hand appeared from behind the bedroom door and dropped her bra to the floor, he forgot all about everything except Taylor.
Trey slowly moved Taylor’s arm from his chest. After they made love, she fell asleep in his arms and was now curled around him. It took a long time, but he finally got untangled from her arms and legs. Slowly, he pushed the covers aside and stole out of bed.
The moon was almost full and the light allowed him to see easily into the living room. He bent down and picked his pants off the floor. Digging into his pocket, he pulled out the jewelry box and sighed. Another perfect proposal down the drain. He opened the box and stared at the moonlight reflecting off the diamond. Frustration welled inside of him. He’d give her the perfect proposal, even if it killed him.
The motion light flicked on out front and light filled the room. The sound of something hitting the front door had him running down the hall and throwing open the door. A streak of orange pigtails was all he saw of the woman running away. Looking down, he saw the picture of him at the strip club on the stoop. Written in red marker was You don’t deserve her.
* * *
Taylor woke up early. Her leg was thrown over Trey’s much thicker one and her head nestled against his chest. She felt fantastic. And she felt horrible. Sleeping through the night made a ton of difference on her outlook, but then she realized how badly she’d treated Trey the
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