Story of Us

Chapter 9 Part 1-Trevor

"Trevor, come on...Please.....one last time, for old time's sake?" Charlize says slurring her words.

"No Charlize, I told you, I've got something brewing with Sawyer. I'm not interested in screwing that up." I remind her.

"Just one more visit to the Opium Den, to work it out of your system. You know your new girl will never be daring enough, this will be your last tryst before you succumb to vanilla sex for however long this "thing" between you and her lasts. She'll never know." Charlize begs.

"I'll know." I tell her, peeling her off me. She starts stripping off her clothes. "Stop that" I tell her, and she shimmies out of her dress.

"Then take me here." She says bending at the waist putting her ass in the air, and putting her hands on the wall to brace herself.

"Put your clothes back on, we are in the damn alley for Christ's sake." I chastise her, taking off my sports coat and throwing it over her exposed body.

"Not until you fuck me!" she pouts.

"It's not going to happen." I say with a laugh. "Put on my fucking jacket and I will drop you off at the Opium Den, I am sure you will find a willing partner."

"But I want you." She slurs out. "I'll let you put it in ass." She coaxes.

"Hard pass" I say yanking her to a standing position and draping the jacket around her. I'm getting you a cab, and you can go where ever the fuck you want, but I'm done having a conversation with a fucking toddler." I snap picking up her dress and stuffing in her arms then pulling her by the arm to the front of the casino. I hail the next cab in line and shove Charlize in it. The driver rolls down his window. I toss him a $50 "Take her where ever she wants to go" I tell him and walk back into the MGM Grand.

I met Charlize at the Opium Den, a high end sex club in Las Vegas. She has been a great stress release, and she knows how to be an obedient submissive, when she isn't drunk. When drunk she only knows how to be a brat. I had told her after the fight about my budding new relationship with Sawyer, leaving out the details that she was Brady's little sister. Charlize seemed really happy for me. When Sawyer sent me the screen shots from Charlize's account I realized what Charlize was up to, trying to sabotage whatever I had in the works. I ripped her ass out of the party, and here we are.

I go to grab my phone from my back pocket and remember that it was in my jacket pocket. "Shit" I exclaim, startling some patrons near a black jack table. Fuck it, I'm not going to chase down Charlize to get it back, I am sure I can find an open apple store and pick up a new one. This is the city that never sleeps or some shit. I march to the front desk.

"Where is the nearest apple store?" I ask the girl behind the counter. She blushes and looks at me with wide eyes.

"I don't....I am not......Umm, hold on and I will look it up." She stammers. I nod and wait as she types into her computer.

"The closest Apple Store is at the Forum Shops inside Cesar's Palace. It opens at 10am." She tells me.

"That won't work. How about any apple store open right now." I ask her. She types again.

"There aren't any, they don't open until 10am, anywhere," she says looking at me sheepishly.

"Fuck" I exclaim and slam my fist on the counter. Security bows up, and I put my hands up. "Sorry" I say to the girl, "Sorry" I say to the security guard and he nods and settles down.

"Ok, can you tell me when the next flight to Redding CA leaves Las Vegas?" I ask her. She types feverishly, wrinkles appearing above her eyebrows as she searches diligently.

"There is a flight leaving Vegas at 6:05 am, with a layover in San Francisco, that will put you in Redding at 10:36am. It's a Delta Flight." she answers me.

"Ok, can you book me on that flight please? Here is my driver's license and credit card." I say handing it to her. She nods and starts inputting my information. Once the flight is books I head up to my room. Sawyer's text messages are really fucking with my head. First her screen shot with Brady. Then her screen shots with Charlize and comment that she didn't like what she saw. I seriously just want to get back up there and explain to her what the situation was. I need to check on her and make sure she is ok. Fuck, she has always been under my skin, but ever since I kissed her I can't seem to get her off my mind.

It is 11:30pm. I decide to take a quick shower, pack my shit, and take a nap before heading to the Airport. In the shower I remember that I can text Sawyer from my iPad, because I was messaging her through my iCloud account so my name wouldn't show up on her phone for someone to see. I jump out and head to my iPad and pull up my iMessages. When the thread opens up my jaw hits the floor.

"FUCK" I shout, and punch the headboard. Charlize realized she had my phone and sent nudes of herself from the back of the Taxi then a few out front the Opium Den to Sawyer. They say delivered but they haven't been opened. Sawyer must be asleep because I know she has her sent notifications turned on. I can't call from my iPad, but I can FaceTime. I try to FaceTime Brady. This isn't how I wanted to tell him something was going on with Sawyer and me, but I'm feeling pretty desperate. He doesn't answer, so I try Jess. She doesn't answer, I try Brady again. After 6 missed calls, I try Derek. He ignores my call. I try him again, he rejects it again. Mother Fucker! I call the Opium Den.

"Hey this is Trevor VanKampe, this is kind of a strange situation, but I know Charlize Roarke just came in. She was wearing my sports coat and my cell phone was still in the pocket, did she check that in with you?"

"I am sorry Mr. VanKampe, but I can not discuss other members with you. You understand." The person on the other line says, and I run my finger through my hair. "Oh coarse, I understand. Can you please connect me with Priscilla?" I ask. Priscilla is the General Manager, and a good friend of mine.

"Oh Coarse Mr. VanKampe, please hold." He says and within a few minutes Priscilla gets on the line.

"Trevor, amazing fight tonight. Are you coming in?" She asks me.

"Cilla, I have a shitstorm of a problem, I need your help." I say and tell her everything. As I am telling her the story, she tells me she is walking to Charlize's safe. Phones are strictly prohibited in the Opium Den, and all phones, purses, and personal belonging have to be secured in a member's assigned safe.

"Trevor I have it. I will have a courier run it and your jacket to your room within the hour. Good Luck." She says and gets off the phone.

As soon as my phone gets back to me I try Brady 4 more times. I try Jess a few times, I even try Rosa.

Finally in my last ditch effort to save my ass, I text Jess the whole fucking story, I know Sawyer told her everything that is going on with us, I finish throwing my shit in my bag, send an email to my coach that I am leaving a day early, and head to the airport praying to God Jess gets my text before Sawyer sees what Charlize sent her and deletes it from her phone.

When I land in San Francisco and turn my phone off airplane mode I get a text alert from Jess.

Jess: Done

For the first time in almost 8 hours I feel like I can breathe.