Page 12 of Make You Miss Me

Chapter Four

Trent

“Seriously Son, What the hell is going on with you lately? I have gotten used to dealing with your broody-ass cousin this summer, but where has my fun-spirited guy gone?”

I look up, shocked at my normally sweet mom, who is apparently calling my ass out.

“Sorry, I don’t want to talk about it, but I’m fine. I’ll snap out of it just for you, Mama. Wouldn’t want you dealing with two assholes this summer,” I say, trying to lighten things up.

She cracks a smile. “You better watch your mouth. Plus, I didn’t say G was an asshole, he just isn’t all sunshine and peaches either. I just want you to know I’m always here for you. No matter what, you can come to me.”

I nod and give my saint-of-a-mother a quick peck on the cheek before going to the fridge for a snack as she retreats to her reading nook.

I certainly can’t tell my mother that I’m still thinking about the best lay of my life with the most unbelievable chick and that she left me with no explanation.

Especially after fate put us back together. Yes, I said fate. I don’t care how much of a pussy that makes me, but how else would you explain the hot little blonde bunny from last week turning out to be Maggie… My Maggie from the club whom I swear my dick still hasn’t recovered from?

After Masqued, I kept telling myself she would have given me her number had it not been against the rules. I searched for her the rest of the night but never spotted her again, and Cass wouldn’t give me any information.

So, I came back to North Carolina with my tail between my legs, knowing that I would probably never see the beauty again.

Honestly, when I saw her dancing in my living room, she was the first girl I had truly wanted and felt drawn to since coming home from New York.

My ego took a big hit by her reaction when she found out it was me. So yeah, I’ve been moping around ever since.

Her best friend Lottie wouldn’t give me any information other than she returned to NYC the day after the party.

I wanted to chase after Lottie as she ran out of the guest house because I knew she was going to my girl, but my pride wouldn’t let me. She had already run out on me once, but dammit, I wanted some answers from her.

No one had ever affected me the way she had. I even got desperate enough to call my brother this week to see if he had seen her around the club. Trevor told me he hadn’t, and that I needed to move on. He suggested I bury myself in one of my very willing fuck buddies to help take my mind off her.

I knew he was right, but fuck, there was just something about her, and she was taking up too much space in my head.

But today is looking up... I convinced Greyson to go with me to a friend’s pool party. I plan to get shitfaced and forget my name and hopefully, hers, too.

Three beers later and not nearly buzzed enough, I watch my cousin texting on his phone looking all happy and shit. I hate to be bitter, but it kinda pisses me off. I want my girl to text me.My girl… geez, I really am losing it.

Instead, Felicity is sitting on my lap talking to her friend, who keeps rubbing my arm too. Clearly, they want to have some fun.

In the past, Felicity has been a good time, and we have let others join in on our fun a time or two. As hot as all that sounds, it’s crazy how it doesn’t even hold a candle to the time I’ve spent with Maggie.

Especially now that I’ve been inside her, I just can’t seem to convince my dick that any other pussy could match up.

The girls keep eyeing G too, but he hasn’t given them—or any other female—the time of day since he laid eyes on Lottie last weekend. He must have been feeling sorry for my ass since he agreed to come with me today.

Felicity flicks my arm, and it’s then I realize she’s asking me a question. “Think your cousin would want to join in? We could trade-off. Keep it interesting.” I snort at her suggestion, seriously considering telling her to ask him herself, knowing damn well he would turn her down immediately, deflating the large ego she has developed over the years.

He doesn’t exactly scream approachable since the only time he smiles is when he’s texting with his girl.

I may have one inch on him in the height department, but he is a big, muscular mammoth of a guy. He isn’t even eighteen yet and has a clean, cropped beard that would make men fifteen years his senior jealous. I am man enough to say the dude is good-looking... I mean, good genetics run in our family.

Speaking of the big guy, he gets up, not even acknowledging the girls. He looks at me and says, “I’m heading out, going to meet Lottie at the boardwalk.”

I see that as my way out since I haven’t had nearly enough to drink for my dick to agree to anything other than Maggie.

Tapping Felicity’s leg, I nod for her to stand up. She looks at me with confusion as I turn my attention to G. “Okay, well, since I drove you here, I don’t mind running you over there. I’m starving anyway.”

Felicity pipes up, “What the fuck, Trent, you aren’t staying to party? You know I have something here you can eat.”

---