The Only Exception

CHAPTER 26

It was as if the last few nights never happened, and things were back to normal. Trey went back to his apartment early the next morning and then showed up at my door with two pumpkin lattes before class. He passed me notes during lectures and the girls in my Women and Gender Studies class still looked at me like I was a traitor. Another week and we had fallen into a routine that I was happy to be in.

I was ready to get back to my apartment after a day of classes, but I couldn’t get that lucky. As I walked through the crowd of students on the quad I was stopped by none other than Layla Donaldson and Missy from Kappa. Layla wasn’t her usual all-smiles, cheery self; today she was almost scowling

“Um, hey guys,” I said, doing a small wave and tried to walk around them. But everywhere I tried to step they went in front of me. “Okay, what’s going on?”

Layla crossed her arms over her chest. “You never responded to any of my Facebook messages or emails. If you didn’t want to join our chapter you could have just said something.”

I blew a strand of hair out of my face. I completely spaced on emailing her. “Oh, yeah, sorry about that. I’ve been really busy.”

As I tried to step around her, Layla put her hand out stopping me. “Since you didn’t respond, I decided to give Taylor’s chapter president a ring. She wasn’t available, but another member answered. Turns out you weren’t completely honest with everyone, Miss. Remy.”

I gritted my teeth. “Look, whatever you heard from them is probably bullshit. But I’ll send an email to Nationals and drop the stupid organization as soon as I get back to my apartment.”

Layla tilted her head and let out a small laugh. “Oh, I’ve already talked to Nationals, honey. They already know you haven’t paid your dues for this year, so they were going to send you a warning anyway, but that’s not what concerns me.”

Then Missy piped in. “Does your perfect boyfriend know what a slut you were at Taylor?”

I snapped my head in her direction so fast that I probably sprained something. “You’ve got a lot of nerve.”

“Does she?” Layla said in her cutesy tone that made me want to deck her. “Tell me, Monica, how sisterly is it for you to hook up with half the Alpha Mu house and skip town before your sorority sisters could talk to you about running to Student Health Services for Plan B after a party?”

“You ignorant bitch,” I spat. “You don’t even know the situation, so don’t talk to me like I’m some low-life trash.”

Layla and Missy both giggled like two school girls. Then Layla spoke. “You seriously think I give a shit about you? We needed numbers and with you f*cking the governor’s son, it could have given us a leg up during recruitment. But seeing that the media isn’t portraying you in the best light, I think we’d be better off without you.”

I balled my hands into two fists, trying as hard as I could not to solve the situation with violence. “The governor’s son has a name. It’s Trey, and he’s better than some damn scandal. I will not take your bait,” I snarled.

The two girls just went back to laughing, and I took it as my chance to push past them. I kept up the pace all the way to my apartment. I couldn’t look back and see their smug faces. They thought they had won. They weren’t going to stop talking about me and Trey. No one was going to. But if I could learn to rise above my problems, maybe I could finally survive them.

***

I couldn’t go back to my apartment. I was too upset. I silently said a prayer all the way up the elevator until I was at Trey’s. He opened the door with a wide grin as soon as he saw me. “Hey, Mon, I was just doing some homework. What’s going on?”

“Can I come in?”

“Yeah, sure.” He stepped aside, and I walked over to his bedroom where he had his homework laying across the bed, and I plopped down beside it with a big huff. He shut the front door and then tentatively walked into his room and took the seat next to me at the end of the bed. “Is everything okay?”

I could feel the tears in my eyes. I didn’t want them to come. I’d held them back long enough, and I refused to cry. “Layla and Missy from Kappa found out about why I left Taylor, except they talked to someone that twisted the story into making me look like the walking one night stand of Taylor.”

“Okay.” He nodded. “Do you want me to talk to them about it? See what I can do?”

I shook my head and put my hand on his. “I’m not going to let this get to me anymore. I need to move past that part of my life, and if I keep letting girls like that bother me then I’ll never get over it.”

He squeezed my hand. “Are you sure?”

I nodded slowly, biting down on my bottom lip. “I’m going to try. The only way to get over something is to try and face your fears and then move on from it, right?”

“You’re exactly right.” His eyes flitted to mine, and a hint of smile played on his lips.

“What? What did I say?” I asked.

He slowly shook his head. “I just can’t concentrate when you bite your lip.”

“Hmmm.” I slid closer, running a finger along his jawline. “Are you saying that I’m a distraction, Mr. Chapman?” I moved my head toward his and then tugged at his bottom lip with my teeth.

Trey moaned and then ran his tongue across my lips before we both let go. “You’re making it very hard to have any sort of a serious conversation, Miss Remy.”

“I don’t want to talk anymore,” I said into his lips. I said everything I needed to say. I didn’t have to defend myself to anyone. The people who cared about me knew the real story, and the guy I loved was making me forget all about the Kappas and think more about kissing.

“Then what do you want to do?”

I leaned in to his awaiting mouth. He kissed me fully, pulling me onto his lap. I pressed my legs on either side of him, and felt him harden in his pants. I had faced my fear for the day, but I wasn’t about to press him on his. Unless he wanted it, of course.

He ran his fingers along the spot where my shirt didn’t meet my jeans, making small goosebumps appear everywhere his fingers touched. “You’re absolutely perfect,” he breathed.

“You are,” I said gasping as his hand slid from my lower back and up my shirt.

I pushed him back on the bed and straddled his waist. Slowly, I peeled my shirt off and tossed it aside. Thank God I was wearing a black, lacey bra and not just one of my faded sports bras.

The grin spread across his face and he pulled me down on top of him, running his hands down my bare back, sending shivers through every part of me. Slowly, I unbuttoned his shirt while he trailed kisses down my neck and to my chest. I didn’t expect it to go any further, especially when he stopped kissing and whispered, “Monica?”

I pulled my head up, not wanting the moment to end. “Yes?”

He winced. “Um, open the top drawer of my nightstand with the lamp on it.”

I raised an eyebrow but climbed off of him anyway and crawled to the top of the bed. I opened the drawer and staring back at me were gold foil wrappers. I picked one up, setting it down on the bed. I felt Trey press against my back before he spoke. “I asked John Boy to get me some at the student center.”

I grabbed the condom and turned toward Trey. “Does this mean?”

“I didn’t know when it would happen, but after my reaction on Monday, I realized how stupid I was being. That didn’t mean I could necessarily go out and buy them, but when the moment came, I didn’t want to miss a thing.”

“But what about all that talk with family values?”

He raked his hands through his hair. “I’m not saying that I’m any more for condoms being handed out like candy in public schools or sex education to the masses, but this isn’t politics. This is about me loving you and knowing that you are the only person I want to be doing this with.”

“Are you sure?” I bit my bottom lip in hesitation.

He leaned in, catching my lip between his teeth and pulling back slightly before releasing it. “When you pull a sexy move like that, there is no way I can refuse.”

I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra, tossing it to the floor. “Oops.”

He grinned, pushing aside his homework before he grabbed my waist and pulled me down on the bed, rolling over so that he was on top of me. I took the opportunity to pull his shirt off before his hands went to work, teasing and toying with my chest. There were things he was very good at, but when it came to my nipples he had a lot of work to do. I grabbed his hands and slowly made circles with them on my breasts. He got the hint and stopped with the nipple tweaking.

Grabbing the bottom of his undershirt I yanked it off and then ran my fingers over the ripples of his chest. He was my own personal Adonis. My fingers trailed down his chest and then undid his belt, but then his hand shot in front of his pants. I gasped, hoping he wasn’t about to stop at that moment.

“If you do that, I might finish early. I think I should do it myself,” he said with a hint of a smile. He unzipped and unbuttoned quickly before he kicked his pants off, his massive size already pitching a tent in his boxer briefs.

“But that doesn’t mean you get an excuse not to do mine.” I said lifted my hips.

He quickly moved his hand down to the waistband of my jeans, fumbling with the zipper and buttons as if he didn’t just work them himself a minute ago. He tugged off my jeans and threw them to the floor, leaving only our underwear between us.

“I’ve never wanted this so bad,” he whispered, sliding his fingers under the lace of my panties. I moaned when I felt his fingers inside of me.

I arched my back as he slowly slid his fingers in further. He hooked a finger and twirled it slowly until I cried out, arching my back as my whole body tingled. He then pulled his fingers out, gliding off my panties and tossing them to the side. He tugged at his waistband, sliding his boxer briefs to the floor. There was absolutely nothing between us. It was just me and Trey.

I grabbed the condom from where it fell out of my hands and onto the bed and ripped the foil. “May I?” I asked raising a brow.

He didn’t say a word, but I watched his eyes slightly roll back in his head as I rolled the latex onto him.

“Do you, um want me to take top?” I asked once he was primed and ready.

He positioned himself between my legs and then rocked his body forward to mine. “Maybe next time,” he whispered. I sucked in a deep breath. He may have been ready, but I didn’t know if I was ready yet. I flinched and stood still as he slid inside me with one long thrust. My body instantly reacted, heating up and sending a shock wave of pleasure all the way down to my toes. It wasn’t like the last time. I didn’t have anything to be afraid of. This moment was ours, and damn, did it feel good.

He moved in a gentle rhythm that made my whole body pulsate underneath his. He wasn’t like a jack hammer that just wanted to get it over with, but every movement was like a carefully thought out plan that he was savoring every moment of. His face was buried in my neck, his lips leaving a trail of kisses down my neck and collar bone.

“I want to look at you,” I murmured and tugged at his hair, pulling him back so that his beautiful green eyes met mine.

“If I have to watch your reactions, I’m going to finish quick,” he said with another series of thrusts that made my toes curl. I gasped, pushing my hips up to his.

“Like that,” he said in a strained voice.

I could feel my body close to the verge of eruption, and I pressed down on his lower back, pushing him deeper inside me. I reached pure and unbridled ecstasy and rolled my head back with a deep moan. His body soon followed, shuddering above me before he collapsed onto my chest.

I felt his heart beating wildly against mine, and for a moment we just laid there; our breathing and heartbeats in sync with one another. Then Trey leaned up, resting on his elbows. “That was amazing. You’re amazing.”

I leaned up and kissed him lightly. “You aren’t so bad yourself, Mr. Chapman.”

“I think it’s time that I re-think my politics, especially in the bedroom.”

I put my finger to his lips. “Let’s not talk politics. Especially when you’re still in me.”

A sly grin spread across his face, bringing out the dimples that I loved so much. “Then we should probably move this discussion to the bath tub.”

I bit down on his bottom lip. “I think I can handle that.”

I felt him come to life again inside me. “Miss Remy, if you’re going to keep doing that, there is no way we are ever going to make it out of this bed.”

“Maybe that’s how I like it,” I whispered, pushing my hips up and pressing them against his.

“You drive a hard bargain, Miss Remy.” He reached over, opening the night stand and pulling out another foil wrapper. “But I’m happy to oblige.”