The Ride

Chapter Thirteen

Trent

Five Days Later

I drove through the front gates of the YOLO Estate, speeding to put my car in park. Running up to the front door, I breathe a sigh of relief once I saw that it had been left open for me.

The sound of crying and soft sobbing led me into the living room. Em folded up in a ball on the couch with her arms holding her knees to her chest. Only in an oversized t-shirt and her underwear.

"Em what's wrong? What the hell happened?" I sat down beside her, trying to get a good look at her face.

She lifted her head and stared at me with red and puffy eyes. Her natural blonde-brown curls slightly covered her face. The light in those unique orbs that were notorious for instantly drawing you in, lacked in vibrancy.

"It's over," she shook her head, "my marriage is done."

"Wait what? How?"

"He's out there fucking bitches while he's on tour. He was caught red handed, Trent. I can't believe this," she continued to cry and sob even harder, "he cheated on me. I can't stay with him."

I pulled her into a tight hug and let her head rest on my shoulder. Her tears soaked through my shirt as I gently rubbed her back.

"Em I'm sorry this is happening. You don't deserve this. You're an amazing woman, an outstanding mother and the type of wife men would kill to have. You gotta remember that."

She lifted her head up to look at me. I helped wiped her eyes and brush the stray hair back from her face. My eyes were drawn to her quivering full, pink lips. Our eyes locked again, as if to gain a non verbal confirmation from each other.

Our lips met. A simple peck on the lips turned passionate within seconds.

I went from her lips to planting kisses all over her neck, causing her sweet moans to vibrate against my ear.

"Trent," she said, running her hands underneath my t-shirt.

"Yeah?"

"Trent," she repeated, "Don't stop."

"Trent"

"Trent"

"Trent!"

I woke up to the feeling of someone nudging the hell out of me, almost knocking me off the bed.

"Trent, get up!"

Oh shit.

Hold on. What the fuck did I just dream about?

The t-shirt I was wearing clung to my body, damp with sweat. When I pulled the sheets off of me, I realized that my dick thought the dream was a little more real than it actually was.

"Trent, what the fuck? Who the hell is Em?" a female voice spat sharply.

I had forgotten that I didn't leave the club alone last night. Brandy, no Brianna? Shit, I can't remember her name. All I knew was that she was bad as fuck and was down for whatever fun I was into having.

Guess that's how we ended up here.

"Huh? What you talking about?" I tried to play it off.

"You was saying some girls name and moaning all loud and shit. Was I not good enough last night?" she folded her arms across her chest.

I looked over her naked body that was wrapped up in my sheets. She was good-no great in bed. I loved every second of her being into all the nasty shit that I was but I didn't see it anything more than a hookup.