Page 75 of Blindside Love

“And what could he possibly have planned that would be more important than hanging out with me?”

She starts to step forward, her hands reaching for Trevor.

“Fucking his girlfriend within an inch of her life, so, unfortunately, he’s busy for… well… forever.”

I look up and see Trevor smirking, his mouth coming down against mine as he kisses me quick, rough, and passionately. I don’t know how long we stand there but when we finally pull back, she’s gone.

“Get me home, Mr. Adams.”

As much as I want to walk through the door and strip each other naked, forgetting about everyone and everything else in this world, I have questions. Lots of questions.

Starting with who the fuck was that lady, and why did she seem so familiar with him.

After we get inside my apartment, I walk into the kitchen, immediately pouring a drink for Trevor and me as we head out to the patio. We always sit out here for a while every time we’re together.

But I feel like I’m stewing on this, and I can’t figure out why. As I feel the intensity of his gaze on me, I rack my brain for what to say.

“Stop overthinking, kitten. I can read it all over your face.”

For some reason, the way he says this just pisses me the fuck off, like me not liking a woman touching him is outrageous. Like I can’t be nervous about women because I’ve been betrayed in the past.

It may not have been Trevor that caused the pain and the broken trust, but he’s the one standing in the battleground with me while I try to pick the pieces up, putting them back together the best I can.

“No. I’m allowed to think, and I’m allowed to be annoyed.”

“You are, but not with me.”

“Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do, Trevor. It won’t go well for either of us,” I growl, my annoyance isn’t even with him, but he’s a good outlet for it right now. “I’m pissed at that girl, that girl that felt like she could claim you. I don’t like her possessiveness over you.”

His eyes twinkle as he looks down at me. “I like when you’re possessive.”

“Back off, Mr. Adams. I’m still grumpy that you had another woman’s hands on you.”

One hand grips my throat as he takes another step forward, backing me into the glass window. “Being angry and pissed off at me over something I can’t do anything about is frustrating as fuck, Eleanor.”

“Do not call me Eleanor unless you really want me to be a bitch. Now, are you just going to stand there and complain about my attitude, or are you going to come fuck it out of me?” I growl.

I barely get the sentence out before he lifts me over his shoulders and carries me to my room.

Caveman Trevor is back.

Fuck. Yes.

Chapter 26

Trevor

Walking over to Ellie’s with Addy’s iPad in hand, I realize I’m smiling, stupidly giddy over just seeing them. Ellie and Addy have been the best part of my, well, everything lately, and honestly, I’m happier than I’ve been in probably ever. As I walk up to the door and go to knock, I realize the door is already halfway open.

Panic hits me that something is wrong, even more so when I hear a man’s voice yelling from her living room. I head in, my stomach in knots as I listen to the conversation, and when I hear Ellie, I realize she’s doing just fine on her own, putting whoever is yelling at her in their place.

But then it hits me who’s doing the yelling, and I’m immediately pissed.

It’s Tom.

“You’re being fucking ridiculous, Eleanor. Unless you agree to help me out, I’m not signing these papers, so I guess you’re just making the decision that you only want to see your child every other week. What a great mother you are.”

“Fuck you, Tom. Get out of my house. I’m done keeping secrets for you. I’m telling my family all about your bullshit games. At this point, you really can’t hurt me anymore,” she says, more confidently than I’ve heard her in a while, and I can’t help but feel a sense of pride that I’m watching her come into her own again and stand up for herself. It’s fucking badass. She's a badass.

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