Page 120 of Fear of Intimacy

“I was thinking of taking my other boyfriend. Sorry.”

“Other boyfriend, huh?” Trevor pulled back, raising an eyebrow.

“Yep. He’s tall, dark, and handsome.”

“More handsome than me?”

I tilted my head to the side as I looked him over. “I mean….” The hand on my knee squeezed, making me jerk forward with a gasp. He leaned forward so his mouth was right next to my ear.

“Does he make you scream like I can?” Those fingers started moving up my leg, teasing ever so slightly.

“I… I…” All thoughts flew from my mind as his breath tickled my neck and his fingers neared the high slit on my dress. He was inches away from the lacey thong I was wearing.

“Does he make your pussy wet just by touching you?”

Trevor’s fingers teased the skin on my thighs, goosebumps following in their wake. This was the last place he should be teasing me. Our table was right near the front, surrounded by people my parents knew. Thank God our table was empty, just the two of us sitting there. If anyone were to look closely, they would notice his hand was up higher on my thigh than socially acceptable.

But the thought of Trevor touching me here just made my thong wetter. The dirty thoughts swirling in my head were not helping one bit. Damn Trevor for turning me on so easily.

“Sunshine.” He prompted me to say something, but when the tips of his fingers dipped between my thighs, almost touching my thong, I lost my train of thought. “Uh-huh, that’s what I thought.”

He withdrew his fingers, bringing his hand back to my knee. With a smirk on his face, he turned back to the stage, leaving me sitting there severely turned on. He was such a fucking tease. I both hated and loved it.

Calming myself down, I tried to pay attention but it didn't help that all I could think about was getting Trevor back home and showing him just how much I missed him. Almost like Trevor could tell what I was thinking, he squeezed my thigh and whispered under his breath.

“Later, baby.”

Later was too long. But I sighed, knowing nothing couldhappen while we were here. We just had to make it through a few more hours.

About twenty minutes later, everyone who bid was announced as my parents thanked everyone for coming again. There would be dinner and more talking before Trevor and I could leave. As my parents walked off the stage and headed back to our table, I straightened my posture.

After they met Trevor, I’d done my best to avoid them. They had yet to bring up the arranged marriage, and I just knew they were waiting for the right time to do so. No doubt bringing it up in front of Trevor and being absolute assholes about it.

“Didn’t know you placed a bid, Tasha,” my father said the moment he sat down. I couldn’t stop the slice of pain at the fact they never noticed my bidding before. That’s how little they noticed me.

“I bid every year,” I said, forcing myself to meet my parents’ gaze.

“Hmm,” was all my father said in response.

The catering staff came out then, placing plates in front of us. My parents didn’t skimp on anything, especially the food. Like what Josie told Mila, the catering at the gala was top-notch. One year they hired a Michelin Star chef.

“So, Trevor,” my mother spoke after a few minutes of silence. The way she said his name had my head snapping my gaze in her direction. I didn’t like the way she was looking at him, like she was about to interrogate him. “What was your childhood like?”

I narrowed my eyes at her question. What the hell was she getting at?

“It was a bit rough, but I don’t let the past define me,” Trevor answered. This time, it was me putting my hand on his thigh and squeezing softly.

“Your parents had drug problems, didn’t they?” My mother said it so casually as she took a bite of her food.

“Mom!” I hissed. How the hell did she even know that? But also, no matter where she pulled that information from, it also wasn’t in her place to ask.

“What? A mother can’t ask her daughter's boyfriend about his life?”

“You can’t ask something so personal!” I was beyond appalled.

“It’s okay.” Trevor placed his hand on mine. “Yes, they did.” He met my mother's gaze head-on. The look on his face dared my mother to say more on the subject. Something in my stomach told me this was going to go south. My mother hated being challenged. It brought out her lawyer side. A side that never lost if she could help it.

“And you supply their drug habit?”

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