The Sweet Encounter (Completed)

Chapter Eight - The Truth

Trey woke up feeling stiff all over. He was sleeping on his stomach which was rare of him. His head also didn't feel so well. It was throbbing actually. He lifted his hand up to his temple and pressed down on it. He then realized the room was too bright, and the fragrance of fresh linen was not his own. Oh hell, where was he? Did he ended up sleeping with that girl last night? Where the hell was Justin?

He slowly got up and sat himself up on the bed. He studied the room and tried to lean over the open door to peek who was in the kitchen. He then looked at the picture at the nightstand, and there was a young couple.

Oh God, he hoped he didn't sleep with a married woman. He got up and went straight to the bathroom. Ugh. Damn this headache. He washed his face with cold water and stared at himself in the mirror. Come on, Trey. Get yourself together and find a way to get out of here. The water was still running and he could hear her mumble through the door. She was calling out his name.

"In a minute." How else was he supposed to respond to her?

He slightly opened the door, and she had already stepped out. He walked out of the room and made his way towards the front door. Her head was still inside the fridge, but she closed it and stood herself up.

He couldn't believe it. His heart felt a sudden rush of relief. "Brie."

"Well, good morning, Trey. Are you trying to sneak out of here?"

"No, actually. I was just . . . "

"Oh my gosh. You don't remember anything, do you?"

He got caught and was embarrassed. She walked over to him and placed her hands on his chest. It felt like fire that he couldn't put out.

Her lips pouted and she stared at him with her biggest puppy eyes. Then she teased him by rubbing her hands straight down his stomach and around his waist. She leaned against him, and he thought he was going to lose it.

She pulled his shirt down which caused him to lean forward to her. She placed her lips by his ear and seductively whispered, "It's a night I will never forget."

Fuck. Did they? How could he forget? He'd been fighting the urge and yet when it happened, his mind went blank.

She let out a huge laugh. "Your face! I'm so sorry. I can't do this anymore."

What? He was confused, but realized soon enough he had been played by Brie.

He stared down at her. "You think you're very clever, don't you?"

She pulled away from him to finish prepping in the kitchen, but he grabbed her waist and pulled her back to him.

"You're not getting away that easily, Brie Staples."

He threw her over his shoulder and started walking towards her bedroom. He dropped her on the bed and watched as she was in shock. "In our house, we punish those by tormenting them until death is the only wish."

He lifted her shirt and started blowing bubbles into her stomach.

"Trey! Oh my gosh!"

She was laughing so hard that her stomach was in pain. She tried to push him off but his strength was too overpowering. "Trey! Stop it! Ok! You win! I lose!"

He stopped and looked up at her, "Surely, the independent Brie Staples doesn't give up that easily."

She placed her hands on the side of his face and rubbed her thumb on his dimple. She missed his smile and his deep dimples. She finally composed herself and climbed herself out of his arms. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have soufflés in the oven that I must attend to. I washed your tee and boxer you provided for me the other evening. It's on my dresser drawer. You can use my shower, and I do have extra toothbrushes under the sink."