As Melissa lay snuggled up in Trenton’s lap, her red face buried in his neck, she couldn’t believe what she’d just done. She’d had multiple boyfriends and one fiancé but had never… she’d never done something like that, ever! Not that she hadn’t enjoyed it, enjoyed pleasing him, she had, very much so, and if his moans were anything to go by, he had enjoyed it just as much, but… She gave an internal sigh, this just isn’t something I would normally do, it just isn’t me.
“Hey, are you okay?” Trenton asked in a shaky voice.
That’s when she realized that he was just as unsure of everything as she was. This made her feel better and she smiled against his neck before kissing it. “I’m good, what about you?”
“Um… good. I’ve just never… um… you know… had that done to me before,” he blew out a breath which stirred her hair before continuing, “I… Melissa…?”
She raised her head slightly and placed her hands on his cheeks, gazed into his chocolate brown eyes as she admitted, “I’ve never done it either, but then I’ve never wanted to, until you. My mother used to say, “it’s alright to desire things sometimes, even feel needy for them, if it’s with the right person”. Trenton, I truly believe you’re the right person for me.”
Trenton held her gaze for a few moments before he nodded. He then murmured, “I was engaged once. A lot of the people in my social circle believed that made me “man of the world”, but it didn’t, not really. You see, I loved her, but she wanted to wait on a lot of things. I respected that and agreed to wait until we were married. It was only later, when she broke it off, that I found out she’d been doing those things with someone else. I guess she just didn’t love me enough to want those things with me.”
“Why would someone not want you? You are the most gorgeous man in the world to me, and I have literally been around the world. I may not know you well, but what I have learned about you, I do like. I think you are a very sweet man.”
Trenton gave a self-conscious chuckle before he admitted, “I’m a bit of a nerd. I tend to always have my head in a book; however, Annie was more… outgoing. She liked to go to parties and dance until the wee hours of the morning. I’d rather sit and read until the wee hours of the morning. I suppose we were like oil and water, but as I said I loved her or thought I did. Looking back, I wonder if maybe I was just in love with the idea of love.”
Melissa lay against his chest and listening to him talk. She could hear the heartbreak in his voice as he spoke of this Annie. So, rubbing his chest, she tried to soothe him, even as her wolven growled a bit at the talk of another woman. Then, thinking back to her issues with Chad, she told him, “Sometimes we have to go through a lot of heartaches before we find the real thing.”
“I suppose that’s probably true,” he murmured before kissing her on the top of her head.
After that, they both fell silent, content just to be in each other’s company. Before long though, she began to feel the need to bare her heart to him, since he’d just bared his.
So, raising her head to look him in the eyes, she quietly began to speak, “There’s something I need to tell you to Trenton, but you can’t tell anyone else. I suppose you could say I came here to hide also, just for a different reason than you. I was an international lingerie model going by the name Foxxy Jacobs. I decided when it came up time to renew my contract again that I’d had enough, so I quit and took my mother’s maiden name of Fairington. I was a big-name model and the press is probably in a frenzy trying to hunt me down even now. If they find me…” She let her voice trail off figuring there was no reason to say more.
His eyes had widened at the part about her being an international lingerie model and stayed that way. He just stared at her for a long time not saying a word.
“I too have an ex-fiancé and he’s… well, he turned into a bit of a stalker when I broke it off with him. So, I’ll understand if I have too much baggage for you,” she whispered even as she felt her wolven disagree with her saying such things.
She knew her wolven would have a hard time living without Trenton. However, she also knew she couldn’t hold him to her if he wasn’t as serious about a relationship as he was. Or, if he just couldn’t handle what might happen with the press if they ever found her.
Trenton didn’t say anything, and she felt her wolven almost crying for him within her as she moved off his lap. Crawling back into her seat, she took a deep breath before cranking up her SUV and pulling back onto the road. In less than ten minutes they were back at the bookstore. Trenton still hadn’t said a word, just continued to stare almost blindly out the windshield.
“I’ll give you time to process what I’ve told you,” she whispered, not able to look at him. She knew if she looked over at him, she wouldn’t be able to keep herself from crying.
Trenton got out and walked away without looking back.
Melissa felt her heartbreak once more as her wolven howled in pain. This time, however, she didn’t know if the pain could be mended.
Trenton slowly walked back into his bookstore with a heavy heart.
“Well, how was lunch? You were gone for a long time. Trenton? Are you okay?” Cindy asked as she came out from behind the counter to take his arm.
Trenton stared at her blankly as he answered, “Sure, sure, I’m fine.”
“That was a rhetorical question, one look at your face tells me you’re not, silly boy,” Cindy muttered as she led him to a chair. Then she went and turned the open sign on the door to closed.
“Hey! Don’t do that, someone might…” Trenton began as he started to get up to change the sign back.
“They can do without a new book today. Now tell me what happened,” Cindy demanded, pushing him back into his seat. Then she crossed her arms and gave him a stubborn look.
Huffing, Trenton leaned over, placed his elbows on his knees, and buried his face in his hands. Melissa had asked him to tell no one, but since Cindy knew her already, he figured it was safe to tell her. So, he whispered, “Melissa was an international lingerie model.”
“Yes, I know because her parents mentioned it to me. Although, I don’t believe she went by her given name because she wanted to protect them from news media and paparazzi. Yes, I remember now she went by… Foxxy. Yes, Foxxy, that was it… I’m not sure what she changed her last name to though,” Cindy murmured.
“Right, Jacobs, she did keep her last name then,” Cindy agreed. Then, with a knowing look, she continued, “Ah, I see the problem now. I guess you fear that the press can find you if they can find her.”
Leaning back in the chair and staring at the ceiling, he nodded. “Yes, I do. Cindy, I can’t go through that again because it almost broke me the first time.”
With a long sigh, she sat down in the chair across from him. “I grew up with Rita, Melissa’s mom. It was years later before I met Blake Jacobs and that was not long before they were married. We stayed friends until I moved here, and I continued to keep in touch with them. They were good people and had the sweetest, most loving little girl. They did everything to protect her growing up, and when she was old enough, they let her go, to find her way. Going her way took her into modeling. She was only eighteen and a real beauty, receiving the best parts of both of her parents. She made it big and her parents were so proud of her, although, they did grumble a bit about hardly ever seeing her. Six months before her father was killed by a hunter, she came home and spent three months with them.”
“A hunter?” Trenton questioned as he finally looked at her.
“Mm… seems the hunter was drunk and mistook Blake for a bear. I mean, I agree the man was big, well over six feet tall, but a bear? Imagine that!” She shook her head, a disgusted look on her face. “Anyway, Rita told me how they had so enjoyed that time with their daughter. Then they were dead, and the girl was left alone in this world.” She gave a soft sigh. “Trenton, all she’s known for… nigh on seven years now, is her career. So, for her to give it up, well, I figure she’s had enough of the limelight and I really don’t see her dragging you into it.”
“Maybe, but that doesn’t stop the fear of that possibility from almost overwhelming me. What if she grows bored with small-town life and wants to go back? Cindy, if I come to love her and she wants to go back… I don’t know if I could…”
“Yes, you could Trenton. If your feelings for her are true, you’d do it, for her! Don’t let your fears of the unknown keep you from what could be the best thing ever,” Cindy finished. She then stood up and left him to his brooding.