Page 10 of What Was Meant To Be

“Don’t go back down that road with him again. He doesn’t want more and you do!”

“No no! I’m totally over it,” she says, trying her best to convince me but I’m not buying it. She was in love with Trey once upon a time, and while I believe he was in love with her too, he was never able to admit it and that was the problem. “It can just be sex.”

“Until he puts his mouth between your legs and then you’re back to trying to come up with your future children’s names! Chloe, if it’s just about sex, itcannotbe with Trey!”

“But he knows what I like, Whitney! And I haven’t had sex in months!”

“Because Trey Price fucked you up!” I whisper shout and she stomps her foot again in response.

“FINE!” she screams and I put a hand over her mouth, wishing like hell I hadn’t done that because she just applied lipstick.

I roll my eyes and pull my hand away and am shocked when I don’t see much. “That’s a great matte, what brand is that?” I say, looking at her mouth and then back at my hand. “Wow, that barely moved.”

“I’m trying outMaclip stains again. Still dry as hell, but it’s the best,” Chloe says, looking back in the mirror. “So yeah, we should just go. If I go home with someone tonight, and he fucking sucks in bed, I’m going to kill you.” She points at me.

We open the door and while a part of me isn’t surprised at who’s standing on the other side, I wish just once the universe could be on my side tonight.

“Oh, fuck me,” I mutter under my breath when I see Trey standing on the other side. He’s leaned against the wall, his hands tucked into his jeans with a guilty smile on his face. Like he knows the reason he’s here is to make my life fucking hard.

“The bathroom downstairs had a line and Kev told me just to find one up here,” Trey answers my unanswered question that I’m sure is written all over my face.

“I’m sure he did.” I roll my eyes because even if he hadn’t, the Prices were family, and had free rein of the rooms in my house. I can even remember Trey blacking out one night and passing out in my parents’ bed.

“Hey Chlo.” He smiles at her and without even looking at her, I know her resolve is weakening.

“Your brother is so cheap for this; you know that right?” I scowl at him and he turns his gaze from Chloe and gives me a sad nod.

“Yeah, but… I did want to see you,” he says, turning his eyes back to my cousin. “I was hoping we could talk?”

“Talk about what?” I shriek. “No.” I look at Chloe who’s engaging in some pretty intense eye contact with the man she absolutely shouldn’t be. “No!”

“Whitney, I’m fine.” She turns to me and implores me with her eyes.

“You’re about three shots of tequila pastfine,” I argue. “We were just leaving,” I tell Trey.

“We’re going to her house and then we’re going downtown,” Chloe offers.

I snap my neck toward her. “Oh, you’re just a lost cause. I give up.” I look at Trey. “Aside from this.” I point my finger back and forth between them. “It’s good to see you.” I give him a hug before moving between them back down the hall. What I did know is that when Chloe makes up her mind about something, she’s going to do it. And drunk Chloe was even more stubborn. I guess she can deal with the fallout of it tomorrow.

I move into my old bedroom to call an Uber, knowing this is probably one of the few places I’m safe. I can just go straight from here to the car. My parents are probably too drunk to care at this point and I’ll just text them from the car.Great plan.I’m opening up my Uber app when the sound of my door opening breaks my concentration. I dart my eyes toward the door praying that it’s just my mom or Mason when Jacob walks through the door and closes it quietly behind him.I cannot be alone in here with him.

Fuck.

My eyes rove over him like I’m not engaged to another man.He’s so Goddamn fine.

My brain, which seems to be operating a few moments behind everything else finally catches up.No. No. No!

I shake my head and point toward the door, indicating he needs to exit the same way he entered. “You have got to be fucking kidding me. Get out, Jacob.”

“Whitney.”

“No.” I stand my ground, not moving even as he gets closer. “You cannot be in here with me. I don’t want to see you or talk to you. So, you wasted all of your efforts distracting Chloe which was a dick move by the way. She’s not some fucking collateral damage in your pursuit for me or whatever your intentions are. Dangling Trey in front of her for the night is fucked up.” I was already mad that he was here but dragging Chloe into this mess was bullshit.

His gaze darkens as he crosses his arms in front of his chest. “First of all, watch your tone.”

My eyes shoot to my hairline and I blink my eyes several times. “Are you kidding?” I chuckle at the audacity of this man. For trying to scold me and potentially tap into my submissive headspace that we used to play in. “Get the entire fuck out of here.”

He takes a step toward me and he rolls his sleeves up which used to be the signal that I was about to go over his knee and then fucked very hard.Do not react. Do not react.“You have about one more fuck, Whitney Jade.”

---