𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐃𝐘|(𝐄.𝐁 𝟏𝟖+)

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Trevor's pov
"Welcome, Erich." I said, and he put his suitcase down.

"I could've just rented a hotel."

"Don't worry about it, my grandparents are totally fine with you staying here." I said and motioned for the maid to take his bags.

"Guest room number 4." I said to her, and she nodded. She took the bag upstairs, and I looked at Erich. I motioned for us to go to the kitchen, and he followed.

"So, three weeks huh? Seems like a long time for a simple business deal."

"Simple? This could give us both around 450 million dollars." I said, and he chuckled.

"450 million is nothing. Absolutely fucking nothing."Erich said and smirked, and I immediately I thought about Evie.

Fucking bastard.

"I know you're probably jet lagged, so I'll let you go to your room." I said, and he chuckled.

"I'm not tired at all."

"Probably from all the fucking drugs you take." I spat back, and he looked at me, before going to the fridge, grabbing a two bottles of water. He gave me one.

"I can tell you don't like me."

"That doesn't matter, Erich, this is business."

"Fuck the business, tell me what you think about me." He said, and I wrapped my hand around the bottle to stop myself from freaking the fuck out, and slapping the living shit out of this lanky tech fucking idiot.

"Honestly?"

"Honesty." He said, and took a small sip of the Figi water. I took one as well, and sighed.

"You, Erich Blunt, are the sickest motherfucker I've ever met and seen, but business is business, and I choose to block out our opinions and deal with the facts." I said, and he watched me with a huge smirk, which pissed me off.

"Do you want to know something Trevor Joyce?" He asked, and I exhaled. He walked up to me, looking up and down at me, and letting out a small exhale.

"I know about Evie." He whispered, and I smirked.

"Who's Evie?" I asked, and he chuckled.

"Don't play fucking stupid Trevor, tell me where she is."

"I told you, I don't know a fucking Evie." I spat.

"I'll find her, Trevor, I'll fucking find her and make sure she gets that fucking abortion."

"One, you won't find an Evie near my family because I don't fucking know an Evie. Why do you even think we're alike?"

"One, you have the same last name, and two, right about the time she left America, you had a family emergency." He said, and I took another sip of my water, chuckling.

"One, lots of people have the same last name and aren't related, and two, my sister Cassidy was over, and I don't see her often, which is why that was a family emergency ." I responded, totally bullshitting. He moved away from me, walking away.

"Cassidy huh? A real beauty, isn't she?" He asked, and immediately I perked up.

"She's my sister, what do you want me to stay about her?"