Page 7 of Beyond Oblivion

Trenton came out with Chet, pulling off his gloves as they walked.

“Thanks, my guy, I appreciate it,” Chet said, waving at me before walking out.

“He’s not paying? Please don’t tell me it’s coming out of your check.” I looked back to Trenton, but he didn’t hear me. He was staring at his next client like he was staring at a ghost.

“Hi, Trent,” Madison said, biting her bottom lip in anticipation.

“Wha—Whoa. Are you… Maddie?” he asked, shocked.

Beck and I traded glances.

She grinned from ear to ear and then nodded her head quickly.

“Oh my God,” he said, opening his arms wide. “You look so much like Kenzie!”

Madison ran around the desk and jumped into Trenton’s arms, wrapping herself around his neck and locking her legs around his waist. Trenton held her tight, turning side to side. They traded a few greetings,Oh my Gods,I knows,andI can’t believe its, and then Trenton snapped out of it and opened one eye to look at me.

I raised an eyebrow.

“Time for me to go,” Beck said.

His other eye popped open and then he set her on the ground. “Babe… this is Maddie!” He pointed at her with all his fingers and waited as if at any moment I would recognize her and understand that it was all totally normal another woman had my husband sandwiched between her thighs.

Trenton took a few steps toward me, showing me his left forearm. “Maddie!” he said, pointing to the small script that readMackenziehe’d had tattooed on his arm almost a decade ago. When I still seemed confused, he hugged her to his side. “Maddie is Mackenzie’s baby sister!” He looked to her, placing his palm on the top of his head. “Holy shit. You’re my next client? I can’t believe you’re even old enough to get a tattoo. I still remember you as like ten.” He removed his hand from his hair and held it in front of him, waist high.

“Eleven,” she said, still all smiles. “Just turned twenty-three,” she added, simultaneously—and maybe unconsciously—puffing out her perky tits to prove it, “and, of course, my first ink had to be you.”

A lot of women wanted Trenton to pop their ink cherry, the same way he had mine, and many of them were as stunning as Madison.

But none of them had wrapped their legs around my husband.

“You’re like… a whole ass adult now. Can you believe this, Cami?” Trenton asked, folding his fingers on top of his head while he stared at Madison in disbelief. “Oh, shit… come on back. We can catch up back there. Do you have an idea what you want?”

“I know exactly what I want.”

They chatted as they disappeared into the hall and back to his room.

Hazel rounded the corner.

“You did not just leave your client to eavesdrop,” I snapped.

“I know, but I heard the commotion, and then I saw what I saw, and I can’t unsee what I saw and I have to know how you feel about what I just saw.”

“Not now,” I seethed.

Hazel’s eyes widened and she folded her lips in before making a popping sound when she opened them again. “Oooookay then,” she said, retreating to her room. On the way back, I heard her hiss at Trenton, “You’re fucked.”

Seconds later, Trenton came out, still gloved up. “Everything okay?”

I instantly grinned and turned to him. “Everything’s fine.”

“Oh, shit. W-What did I do?”

“I’ll tell you later,” I said, still grinning.

I turned to face the computer, and then Trenton sighed as if the air had been knocked out of him.

“I’m fucked,” he said, returning to his room.

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