A tear rolled down her cheek as she fought to speak. “I don’t want to depend on my family to help me raise my daughter. What if I can’t do it? I’m so scared.”
My heart ached for my sister, and if there was one thing I hated more than anything, it was seeing her cry. I lifted my hand and wiped her tear away. “Don’t be. I’ll always take care of you and Sophie. Always.”
She practically threw herself against my body and sobbed. I closed my eyes and rested my chin on the top of her head as I plotted how to hurt that asshole husband of hers.
“Someday you’re going to make someone so happy, Malcolm. She’ll be the luckiest girl in the world.”
Squeezing my eyes shut harder, I shook my head and confessed, “That dreamed died a long time ago.”
March
“A NASCAR RACE?” I ASKED with my mouth dropped open in shock. “I hate racing.”
Trey smiled as he held the door to the limo open for me. “Come on, baby. We’re in Vegas, and I had tickets. I promise you’ll love it.”
I rolled my eyes as I slid into the car. As much as I hated Vegas, I desperately needed a vacation from work and when Trey offered up a trip to Vegas for the weekend, who was I to turn him down. Of course me being me, I paid for my flight and even booked my own hotel room. The last thing I wanted to do was make Trey think I was only with him for his money. Truth be told . . . I was about to break things off with him before he asked me to go. I didn’t have the heart to do it, so I put it off . . . again. This was the fourth time I had tried to break it off and backed out. Trey was the first guy who ever really put any effort into a relationship with me, yet I still felt like something was off.
The sex was good. Not mind blowing, but good. I had hoped the longer we dated the more I would begin to feel something for him, but nothing happened.
“I seriously doubt I’m going to love watching cars race around a track as they are being driven by grown men who forgot to grow up.”
Trey tossed his head back and laughed as he reached for my hand. “So, are you enjoying Vegas?”
With a fake smile, I nodded. “Yes. I’m having a really great time.”
“So can I convince you to fly back to Texas on my plane?”
Why the idea of flying around in private planes with Trey made me feel like a paid whore, I’ll never know. It didn’t feel right.
“No, but I will let you give me one incredible orgasm before I leave for the airport tomorrow.”
I could see the disappointment on his face before he flashed that brilliant smile of his. “It’s a deal. But, in the meantime, I think we should have a warm up.”
Before I could argue, his mouth was on mine and his hand went up my skirt. He pushed my panties out of the way while I opened wider, giving him access to ease the instant throbbing between my legs.
It didn’t take long before Trey was swallowing up my moans as he finger fucked me to an orgasm.
Pulling his fingers out, he kissed me once more before pulling his phone out and making a call.
Frowning, I adjusted my panties and turned to look out the window, all of sudden feeling very uncomfortable in my own skin.
“Hey, it’s me. Yeah, just checking in. That’s great. Sounds good. Listen, got to run but I’ll call you later, okay?”
I never knew who Trey was talking to half the time. I assumed it was his assistant. The only thing I thought was strange is how he always seemed to make a call after doing something like he just did. As if the guilt from doing something sexual with me made him feel bad. Every time the call was short and business-sounding, making me think it was his assistant.
“Who was that?” I asked. I never asked him before, but for some reason, I was bothered by the call.
“No one. Just an associate that’s been blowing up my phone all morning.”
For the first time since dating Trey, I got the feeling he had just told me his first lie. Plenty of guys have lied to me . . . practically my whole life. So when he didn’t look me in the eyes and fumbled with his phone, I knew.
I wasn’t the only woman in Trey’s life.
I blew out a frustrated breath as I stood in the VIP-only area. Trey was in heaven as he talked to a few NASCAR drivers and got his picture taken with them. When one asked if I wanted to get in the picture, Trey said no, which momentarily caught me off guard.
“I mean, let me get one alone, baby, then you jump in and you can get one.”
Needless to say, his response only confirmed my suspicions that Trey was seeing someone else and couldn’t risk a picture of the two of us together.
I slipped away when the photo was being taken and Trey wasn’t paying attention. I wasn’t sure where I was allowed and not allowed to go. All I knew was I needed fresh air.
Stepping outside the garage area, I turned the corner and ran right into someone.
“Shit! I’m so sorry,” I blurted out as I looked up at the guy I ran into.