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I give her a kiss on the lips and smile. “That was awesome!”
“Yes, it was,” she agrees, as I lie down beside her. I put my arm around her and close my eyes.
“See this is where I get sad,” she confesses a minute or two later.
“Why?” I open my eyes and acting as if I don’t know the reason.
She turns toward me with sadness filling her eyes. “Because, that was where you were supposed to tell me that you love me.”
“I’m sorry, baby.” I give her another kiss on the lips, closing my eyes once again and pulling her closer to me. I know she wants me to say it… but I just can’t lie about that.
Mandy
My god! Are they finally done? That was some talk. I wish someone would talk to me that way. I’ve never had one orgasm like that, much less two in a row! I was trying not to eaves drop, but Liv wasn’t exactly being discreet. Fuck! As of this moment, I no longer feel sorry for her. Who needs love when you are getting laid like that? I would be happy with that arrangement any day of the week.
As everything goes quiet, I’m still lying here struggling with my own emotions. The lust that I was feeling earlier has definitely surged to a new peak, but now it’s accompanied by jealousy and frustration. My intent in coming here was the complete opposite of what is happening. Why did he have to be both sexy and charming? I run a couple fingers between my moist lips, but I know that won’t even come close to what Liv just experienced. She has no idea how good she has it. Flying around the world in a private jet, getting wined and dined in the finest restaurants and then she acts like she’s a goddamn victim. Okay, now I’m just plain angry.
Trey
Due to the combination of jet lag, a long day, alcohol and great sex, I crash hard when my head finally hits the pillow. I often have trouble sleeping in strange hotels, but this time I don’t hear a thing until sometime around four in the morning. I keep hearing a buzzing sound that’s just loud enough to wake me from a deep sleep. I roll over, deciding to ignore it. It’s pitch black in the room and I really don’t want to go hunting for my phone. Whatever is going on will wait until morning. It’s only about ten o’clock in New York and seven back in California, which is exactly why I turned the phone to vibrate in the first place. Five or six buzzes later; I drag my ass out of bed and search for the switch on the desk lamp.
“What are you doing?” Liv hits me with her annoyed voice as soon as light floods the room.
“My fucking phone keeps buzzing.” I grab my bag and begin rifling through it as the buzzing again. “What the hell is going on?” I click the button as I pick up the phone. It shows that I have seven missed calls, eleven missed messages and nineteen Facebook notifications. This can’t be good.
Mom has called four times, so I click on her voice message first.
“Trey, this is your mother calling. Please call me back as soon as you can. Your father was shot and killed tonight…” her voice trails off and I can hear a reporter talking on TV. “Please call me back,” she adds before hanging up.
Dad was shot? Did she say killed? Wow! A half-dozen different thoughts flash through my mind as I try to wrap my head around what I just heard.
“What’s wrong?” Liv’s voice turns to concern, apparently in response to the shocked look on my face. “Trey, you’re scaring me!”
“I think Dad was killed tonight.” The words just linger in the air. I can’t even comprehend that someone would actually kill him. A wave of guilt immediately washes over me. So many times I’ve wished ill upon him and now something has happened. I punch Mom’s number and wait for her to answer.
“Hello?” she answers in a quiet, shaky voice.
“What’s going on?” My entire body goes weak as I search for a place to sit down.
“It’s all over the news, Trey. Someone shot your father.” She pauses trying to maintain her composure.
“Where? When?” A dozen other questions flood my mind.
“He and his girlfriend were getting into a limo, outside the Palace Theater,” she pauses again before squeaking out a few more words. “Someone… someone shot him right in the head.”
I pull my phone away from my ear for a moment because it’s beeping constantly. It’s the Facebook app, it’s going nuts. “Do they know who did it?”
“No. From what I’m hearing on TV it was a long-range shot. They are thinking that a professional of some kind might have been involved. They are trying to figure out where the shot came from…” Her voice cracks again.
