He Came Back To Make Me His.

Chapter Two

“Are you okay?” Trevor’s husky voice asked from the bed, full of sleep. I hoped I hadn’t woken him.

“I’m fine,” I lied causing him to raise an eye brow as he propped himself up with his elbows, on the bed.

“I see you ordered us breakfast when you made our reservation,” I stated, changing the subject. Trevor though, simply continued to stare at me, as if he waiting for me to tell him the truth.

“I just saw someone I used to know,” I sighed, hoping that he’d drop it.

“If you don’t want to talk about it, just tell me and I’ll drop it Mrs Smythe- Hewitt,” Trevor smirked, knowing exactly what to say to make me smile.

“Let’s not talk about it,” I smiled strolling over and climbing on top of him, so that I was straddling him once again, which allowed me to get a perfect view of his handsome face.

“Okay…by the way, have I ever told you how sexy you look in my shirt?” Trevor wondered, pulling my face down to his level.

“Yes, many times,” I replied since he had. This seemed to make him laugh before his lips were pressed against mine and we made love once again.

I and Trevor were now ready to leave the hotel, having eaten breakfast and bathed in their incredibly large bathroom. There was definitely one thing that I had to do before I died and that was come here again. I did not have a chance to catch a glimpse of the rest of the hotel, due to the things that I and Trevor were up to in the room, so I knew that it was on my to-do list for the next time I came. Just thinking about it made me want yesterday to happen repeatedly. I was ENGAGED! I hadn’t expected, in my 23 years of living, that I’d have both the best job in the world and the best boyfriend, sorry, fiancé in the world at such a young. I couldn’t wait to tell my mother! Just as we were checking out of the hotel, I felt eyes seeming to pierce through my head, which caused me to turn around and meet pitch black eyes.

Stephen.

I groaned internally and turned my head back around to the middle aged man at the desk.
“I hope you enjoyed your stay at the Hilton Hotel. Please come again,” He smiled politely, waiting for us to leave. Taking that as our queue, Trevor wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me into his warm body and spun us around, only for us to come face to face with my worst nightmare.

“I guess the shirt I saw you wearing was this guy’s,” Stephen guessed, his eyes locked on mine.

“Do you know him?” Trevor questioned his voice almost as fierce and hard as Stephen’s. Almost.

“This ‘guy,’ is actually my fiancé,” I corrected him.

“Sorry, I don’t think I introduced myself. My name is Stephen, maybe she told you about me, maybe she didn’t,” Stephen introduced himself, holding out a hand for Trevor to shake, finally taking his eyes off me.

“Yeah, she didn’t but I’m sure there’s a reason for that. There was probably nothing worth telling,” Trevor retorted, shaking Stephen’s hand firmly. I knew that Trevor was strong, but I knew that Stephen was much stronger. I could see Trevor’s hand getting paler and paler, almost to the point that it was matching Stephen’s and I knew that something had to be done. Trevor however, was doing a great job containing his pain since you couldn’t see a trace of it on his face and I definitely had to give him credit for that but Stephen wasn’t helping since he had an irritating smirk on his lips.

“We can stop this now,” I growled annoyed by their childish behaviour. Trying to pull their hands apart was a nuisance since I was too weak, so I did the one thing that I knew how to do. Begged.