“The
one that was causing you to make all the noise last night,” he teased.
“You’re
crazy, your just trying to embarrass me because you got caught going down on my
daughter yesterday,” she stated, and he felt his face become flush.
“It’s
no wonder Alley is as audacious as she is,” he told her, not believing she just
said that out loud to him. “And I had to close the glass door last night
because yours was open too,” he added, and she looked up at him.
“Shit,
it was, wasn’t it?”
“Yup,”
he replied sticking it in.
“Shut
up, where’s your mom?” she wondered, wanting her to save her from the
conversation that they didn’t need to be having.
“She
went into Arvin to spend the day with my grandparents. She didn’t want to go
after the auction, she was afraid that she wouldn’t be able to hide her sadness
after watching their lives being sold.”
“What
time is the auction?”
“Not
until five.”
“I
want to come too.”
“You
do?” Trevas asked shocked.
“Yes,
I think your mom is going to need a friend.”
“That
is very thoughtful of you Peyton.”
“Not
really, I love your mom, and no matter what happens between you and Alley, I
think we will always remain friends.”
“Nothing
is going to happen between Alley and me,” he said almost defensively.
“You
really love her don’t you Trevas?”
“I
love her so much it’s stupid.”
Peyton
laughed. I’m glad you love her.
Trevas
was leaned over the bar across from Peyton when Alley came down and scooted her
body between his and the bar. He looked down at her with an amused smile.
“Do
you think you belong there?” he teased.
“I
know I belong here,” she retorted, and he kissed her cheek when she turned to
look at him.
“Your
mom is going to the auction with us.”
“You
are mom?” she asked, wondering about the paparazzi following them.
“Yeah
I think I should be there for Kay.”
“You
act like you two are best friends or something, but I do think that is very
sweet of you.”
“We
kind of are best friends, or something. We have spent a lot of time talking
while you two are off doing lord knows what.”
“You
know what mom, you caught us,” Alley joked, and Trevas teasingly shook her by
her by her arms.
*****
Peyton wore a sun hat and dark glasses. She and Alley
sat in the back seat. Trevas pulled through the gate and watched out the
rearview mirror as the black car pulled out and followed him. He wasn’t about
to have paparazzi standing around taking pictures while his grandparents
belongings were being auctioned to the highest bidder.
“Hang
on ladies, we’re going for a ride,” he announced and tromped on the gas. He
drove in and out of traffic, down a couple of Alleys and pulled into a parking
garage to wait a few minutes. When he pulled back into traffic the coast was
clear, and he drove to the older neighborhood where his grandparents’ house
was. There were quite a bit of people there, and it completely pissed him off
when he saw trucks pulling trailers, waiting to get their hands on their stuff
so that they could flip it and make a profit.
Alley
wanted to hold his hand as they closed in on the crowd and found Kay and
Trevas’s sister Anna. Kay introduced Anna to Peyton, and she could hardly
contain her excitement, not believing that she was standing next to Peyton
Paxton. She had already met Alley at the nursing home and said hi to her.
Nobody seemed to recognize Peyton or pay any attention. There was a lot of
stuff, strung about the many tables. The garage was full, and there were boxes
and boxes of Christmas decorations.
Trevas
and his mother exchanged a glance as they auctioned off the decorations, both
remembering how much her mother had loved Christmas and spent weeks decorating
for the holiday. The auction was going on and on, and by the time they got to
the rabbit figurine collection that Grandma May had collected for years, Kay
was crying, and Trevas had to walk away. They were down to the garage stuff,
and he had, had enough. Alley started to follow him, and he politely asked her
if he could have a minute, she smiled a warm smile up at him and nodded.
Kay
took Trevas’s car and followed Anna to spend the night with her. Trevas drove
home with a very quiet somber ride. Peyton and Alley both felt horrible for
Kay, Anna and Trevas. Alley couldn’t imagine having to auction off her parents
belongings. Peyton’s mother had passed away when Alley was only four, but she
made a pact to herself that she was going to fly to Florida to see her father
as soon as she had a chance.
Trevas
shut the car off and got out and opened the door for Peyton and Alley. Peyton
went inside when she saw that Trevas wasn’t coming.
“Can
I borrow your car for a little bit?” Trevas asked Alley.
“Where
are you going?”
“Just
for a drive.”
“Yes
you can take my car,” she replied, looking up to him and wanting to lean into
his arms and hating the fact that she couldn’t in fear of their pictures being
taken. “You don’t want company?” she asked, wanting him to need her.
“I
love your company. I just need to get away, alone for a little bit.”
“Trevas
please don’t push me away. Let me be here for you.”
Trevas
studied her for a minute. “Fine, go tell your mom we will be back in a little
while,” he said giving in. He did feel like he needed her at that moment, and
wanted her to change his gloomy mood, which she always did.
Trevas
drove to the Hollywood Reservoir and parked the car.
“What
are we doing?” Alley asked, after not speaking the whole ride.
“Going
for a walk,” he smiled, and got out to open her door.
They
walked along a path and through some brush, Trevas held her hand to help her
over a tree lying over in the woods.
“I
don’t think we’re supposed to leave the trails here Trevas,” Alley told him ducking
from briars and stepping over rocks.
“We’re
not going to tell anyone,” he teased.
They
walked for about twenty minutes, and finally came upon a stone wall,
overlooking the city.
“You’ve
been here before?” she asked, more of a statement than a question.
“Yes,
I have been her a few times. It’s quiet here.”
“Do
you want me to be quiet?” she asked, not sure how to be there for him.
“No,
I want you to park your skinny little butt right here beside of me,” he
answered, squatting and dangling his feet from the stone wall about thirty feet
from the ground.
Alley
pulled a neatly twisted joint from her shirt pocket, and handed it to him with
a smile, and he leaned in and kissed her.
“I
love you,” he quietly told her.
“I
love you too,” she replied, and he took her hand as she pulled the lighter from
her pocket. They sat on the wall and talked for two hours, and ended up smoking
the whole thing. It was pitch black out by the time they had left, and Trevas
had to hold her hand the whole walk back, and after stumbling his way through
the weeds and brush, he wished they would have left earlier.
“Thank
you for insisting that you come with me,” he told her on the ride back.
“I
didn’t insist. I was just hoping that you needed me.”
“I
always need you baby,” he said kissing, her knuckles.
“Your
mom is here Trevas,” Alley said, seeing his car parked in the drive.
“Hmm,
I hope everything is okay,” he replied.
Alley
and Trevas entered the house, and Peyton and Key were by the pool drinking beer
and listening to music. They heard them laughing through the screen, and knew
everything was okay.
“What
are you doing here mom? I thought you were staying with Anna tonight.
“She
got called into work for surgery, so I figured I may as well come back here
with you, but you weren’t here.”
“Your
sister is a doctor?” Alley asked, from his side.
“No,
she’s an operating room nurse.”
Trevas
and Alley visited with them for a while, and then left them to their party and
went to bed. Alley had to be at the ‘Spot’ studio by nine the next morning for
a magazine photo shoot that she was not looking forward too.
“Come
on, sleepy head,” Trevas called, shaking Alley to get up. “We have to leave
here in an hour, get up.”
Alley
moaned and rolled over to her stomach, and Trevas pulled the covers off of her,
which was his first mistake, when his eyes automatically went to the hot pink
thong. He threw the covers back over her butt and got up, knowing that if he
didn’t, they were not getting up for a while.
Trevas
yelled for her again, and then left her, and was going to start breakfast, but
when he got downstairs, Peyton and his mother were already in the kitchen
cooking. He smiled, happy that his mother was having such a good time with her
and enjoying her week there.
“Good
morning,” he said and kissed his mom on the cheek.
“What
about me? I don’t get a kiss on the cheek?” Peyton teased, tapping her cheek
with her finger.
“Hell
no, you scare me,” he teased, and bent down to her cheek, kissing her too.
“Are
you ever going to let me live that down?” she asked, stirring the eggs in the
skillet.
“Yes,
I’m never going to mention it again,” he lied.
Trevas
poured a cup of coffee and sat at the bar across from them. He picked up his
phone and text Alley.
“Are
you up?”
“Yes,
getting in the tub, come here.”
“I
can’t”
“Why
not?”
“Because
you’re naked.”
“LOL,
get up here.”
“Not
until you tell me what you want.”
“I
want you inside me.”
“I
knew it was a conspiracy. I’m not coming.”
“Fine,
I will just take care of it myself.”
“Now
where are you going?” Kay asked when he got up and darted up the stairs.
“To
go see what my little evil princess wants.”
“How
do you know she wants something?”
“They
sit and text each other Kay,” Peyton explained, “even if they are sitting right
beside of each other.”
Alley
was leaned up against the countertop, naked with her hands on each side of her
holding the ledge with her ankles crossed waiting for him.
“You
are evil, you do know that right?” he asked, taking her naked body in his arms
and kissing her. She didn’t reply and moaned at his touch and his kiss. He
lifted her to the sink, and she unbuttoned his jeans.
“I
knew you would come,” she teased, biting his lip.
“And
so will you,” he promised, thrusting into her. She dropped her head back and
arched her breast into him. He ran his fingers all the way down her body from
her throat, and held both hips with his hands as he moved in and out of her. He
was hoping that she was real close, he was, and he didn’t know how much longer
he was going to be able to hold out, and as soon as she whispered.
“Fuck
Trevas,” he thrust deep into her and she moaned louder. She dropped her head to
his shoulder. “Thanks, I needed that,” she said, and he smiled and shook his
head.
“Any
time, now get a bath, so you can go get your picture taken, pretty girl,” he
replied, and she groaned at the thought. He gently brought her feet to the
floor and kissed her. “I love you.”
“I
know you do,” she teased.
Trevas
had to go back upstairs again after forty minutes to make Alley get ready so
that they could leave. “What are you doing? We have to go.”
“I’m
coming,” she said, and pulled on her black combat boots, leaving them untied.
Trevas
took a deep breath when she stood up. He could deal with the short white shorts,
but the shirt had to go. She was wearing a spaghetti strap, black knit shirt
with no bra and he knew he was going to have an argument on his hands, but wasn’t
about to let her walk out the door dressed like that.
“Alley,
change your shirt,” he demanded.
Alley
kissed him and smiled. “Chill out there buddy,” she said, and picked up the
short sleeved button up black and white checkered shirt and put it on. “You’re
so overbearing sometimes.”
“Aren’t
you going to button it?” he asked, and she shook her head and buttoned the
bottom three buttons.
“Where
did you get those boots?” Peyton wanted to know.
“At
a thrift store in Arvin,” she replied, and Peyton shook her head.
“My
daughter has beer taste on a champagne budget.”
“You
like beer,” she said, and Peyton again just shook her head.
Trevas
waited in the studio while Joel Stamper, her makeup artist for the day did her
makeup and hair. His jaw dropped when she emerged wearing a short black dress
that fit her tight. The top covered her right up to the top of her bellybutton
and then had tiny strings connecting the top with the bottom, about every inch
or so. Her hair hung down and was curled in wide curls, and her eyes were dark
with eyeliner and smoke gray eye shadow. She wore bright red lipstick, which he
had never seen her wear, and she looked smoking hot. He knew how much she hated
to wear heels, but the two inch stilettos with the black straps wrapping around
her ankles were beyond sexy.
She
rolled her eyes at him as she walked to the middle of the room with the
photographer, and he knew she wasn’t enjoying any of this. The photographer sat
a plain white stool with black polka dots in the middle, and another guy
adjusted lights. He sat on the stool first and told her what he wanted. Alley
sat on just the edge of it and crossed her ankles. He did a few shots in this
position and told her when to flip her hair, when to look in a certain
direction, when to smile and when to look serious.
He
had her sit on the stool and put her feet on the top support. Trevas wanted to
slug him when he told her to part her legs, and he pulled the dress up high on
both her legs, pushing the material down between them. She rested her elbows on
her knees and dangled her fingers between her legs. Another guy turned on a fan,
and her hair blew from the wind.
“Nice,”
the photographer said, and started snapping. “Turn toward the left, narrow your
eyes, yes that’s it don’t move Alley,” he told her giving her directions.
He
did a few more in that dress, and then they had her change into tight black
leather pants with a black leather vest. The low-cut V ran half way down her
chest and Trevas took a deep breath, not liking it or them taking her picture. They
had her standing by a pole and posing in provocative protocols. He wanted to
tell them that she wasn’t a stripper, but held his tongue and waited for it to
be over.
“I
hated that,” Trevas told Alley back in the car.
“Well,
so did I, so don’t feel bad,” she replied, and she really did hate it. She
didn’t wear clothes like that, and she hated the attention. What was she
thinking? She grew up watching her mother do all of this, and she knew what it
was going to be before she ever agreed to it, and it was ten times worse for
her. Everyone wanted her because of who her mother was, and they wanted the
story of Peyton Paxton’s, trouble making daughter.
“Why
does everything have to be about sex?” Trevas asked.
“Sex?”
she asked, not understanding.
“Yeah,
I mean what was up with the pole and part your legs Alley?” he asked, mimicking
the photographer.
Alley
laughed. “You are so freaking jealous,” she stated.
“I
am jealous. What the hell have you done to me? I have never been the jealous
type.”
“You
do know that this is going to get a whole lot deeper before this is all over,
don’t you?”
“Don’t
remind me. Why didn’t I encourage you to be a mailman?”
“Are
we going to my dad’s tomorrow night?” she asked, after laughing at the mailman
remark.
“Yes,
he called me yesterday and wanted me to bring you because this Jerrod Jackson
is going to be there and he wants you to meet him.”
“Jerrod
Jackson is playing the lead with me?” she asked.
“This
is what your dad tells me. Do you not like him?”
“Yeah,
I do. I think he is an awesome actor. I’m glad they got him. He will be really
good.”
“Wait.
Is this the guy that you are going to be having sex with?”
“No…you’re
the guy that I’m going be having sex with. He is the guy that I will be
pretending
to have sex with. And don’t go overboard with the jealous thing, it stops being
cute when you obsess over it.”
“I
can’t help it. You are so freaking hot, and I don’t want anyone else looking at
you, let alone touching you.”
“You
think I’m hot?” she teased.
“A
little,” he teased back.
Trevas
left Alley with her mom and took his mom and spent the rest of the day with her
and his sister. They took his grandparents out for supper and after dropping
Anna off for her shift at the hospital they went back to Peyton’s house. He was
planning on staying at his apartment with her but Peyton, and Alley had other
plans. Alley drove him crazy all day texting him and Peyton had text Kay,
telling her bring beer or wine home with her. Kay was more than happy to hang
out with Peyton and Trevas was starting to have Alley withdraws.
They
played cards and drank too much, and Alley beat them in the trivia game again.
They all slept in late because it was sometime early in the morning before they
finally went to bed. Trevas and Alley didn’t surface until well afternoon, not
that they had been sleeping the whole time but didn’t come downstairs until
then.
*****
“So,
Nicholas Fletcher is actually letting you date his daughter?” Chase asked as
they stood off from the pool area and watched Fletchers friends mingle and
drink too much.
“Kind
of, we have strict orders to keep it hush, hush but yeah I go to bed with that
every night,” he said looking at her in her short jean shorts and tight
t-shirt, showing off her sexy midsection. Alley looked to him too and gave him
the eye.
“She
is a hot little shit, but it’s probably like teacher and student, isn’t it?”
“As
in?” Trevas asked, already knowing what he was referring to.
“You
know what, sex,” he said looking at Alley.
“Oh
hell no, I have never been to bed with anyone as zealous about sex as she is.”
“Like
how?”
“I’m
not giving you details, you pervert,” Trevas demanded.
“Ah
come on Trevas. Tell me what it’s like to hit something that young and
blistering. I’ve been married for nine years, enlighten me,” Chase begged.
Trevas
laughed at him. “Let me put it to you this way. She is not afraid to tell you
what she wants, or just take it,” he added. “And the noises, the things she
says, the looks on her face,” Trevas hissed. “I gotta quit thinking about it
before I sneak her off to her room.”
“Dam
Trevas, how the hell do you always rate?”
“I’m
done rating. I want that for the rest of my life.”
“You
really are in love with her?” he asked, not believing it. Chase had known
Trevas for three years now, and knew how he got around, and played women.
“I
am Chase. I know it’s irrational, but I can’t help it. I love her so much its
senseless.”
“And
how long do you think it’s going to be before you’re photographed with her, and
on the front page of ‘Kick’ or ‘Spot’ magazine?”
“We’re
careful, we don’t do anything outdoors, and the only thing they would get a
picture of, is me driving her someplace, and as soon as this movie is over, I’m
done caring about that shit.”
Trevas
watched as Fletcher introduced Jerrod Jackson to Alley, he shook her hand,
holding onto it longer than Trevas liked. Fletcher walked away when Peyton
called him over to her, and Alley continued to talk to the good looking blond
haired kid that he thought to be around twenty, twenty one, maybe.
After
fifteen minutes, he took his phone from his pocket and text her. “You don’t
even know him. What could you possibly be talking about? Get away from him.”
She
took her phone from her back pocket and looked straight at him with a glare.
“We are talking about the movie. You stop it. I’m right in front of you.”
“I
still don’t like it, and your ass looks extremely hot from where I am standing,
by the way.”
“LOL,
behave, and I may just let you touch it later.”
Trevas
laughed, sliding his phone back into his pocket.
Alley
decided that she should get away from Jerrod before Trevas got mad, and text
Kay to come and save her. Kay walked over to her, and asked her to show her
where the bathroom was even though she had already been there once, and Alley
walked away.
She
sat at a table with her mom, Kay and Lidia. She and Trevas gave each other the
eye and he snuck a wink in, here and there.
“I
want to leave,” Alley text him.
“Where
do you want to go?” he asked, texting back.
“Home,
to my mom’s or we could stay at your place tonight.”
“I
have to have my mom at the airport by seven in the morning. We better stay at
your house.”
“Can
we go now?”
“We
have only been here for two hours. Why do you want to leave?”
“I
can’t stand not having your arms around me anymore, and I want to get you alone
and in bed.”
“You
want to get me in bed?” he asked as they smiled at each other.
“Most
definitely.”
“Why
do you want me in bed?”
“Because
I want you to fuck me,”
“Alley
Fletcher!” he text, and gave her a stern look, and she laughed out loud.
“See
what I mean,” Trevas told Chase, showing him her last text.
“Damn,
that girl talks like that?” he asked.
“Yes
but it’s not always cute,” he admitted.
“It
might not be cute, but it’s hot as hell, if you ask me.”
“Will
you two give it a break?” Peyton asked, turning to Alley, knowing that she was
texting Trevas.