“I’m going to promise you right now; the second time, we’ll go slower,” he says, and I giggle wanting nothing more than to have him in me. When you sleep under the same roof as three kids, sex is pretty tame, quick and quiet most of the time.

“Turn on the radio,” I tell him, and he smirks figuring out exactly why.

“Why, baby, you feeling a little freaky tonight?” he asks me, then when “Criminal” by Fiona Apple starts up, he saunters over to me.

“We’ll see if you can bring it out.” I tease, and he takes the bait, tearing my dress off me in one fluid motion. I hurry and get on my knees to unbutton his pants, and they fall to the floor. Taking both my hands, I cup the edge of his button-down shirt and tear it open. The sounds of busted buttons hitting the dresser and falling to the floor ricochets through the room.

After I have him completely naked, he grabs a fistful of hair and pulls my head down. His mouth crashes against mine, his tongue piercing tickles my lips. I open immediately, thrusting right back. Our mouths more open than closed; our tongues take turns in each other’s mouths.

Gently tugging, he guides me to my feet. I stand on his bed, my pussy in his face. His tongue darts into my fold, and his hand reaches behind my ass to keep me in place. I buck forward when his fingers insert into to my wetness. He just groans and continues tasting me. Completely caught off guard, he grabs my feet, and I fall onto the bed in a fit of giggles.

“We don’t have long,” he tells me. “I haven’t even cherished these tits,” he grabs a hold of each one, massaging and tweaking. “So, you’re going to be on top,” he instructs, and I automatically return the favor of sucking him into my mouth.

Scooting over, I lay over his cock and encase my lips over the hardness. His hand ventures to the back to my hair, pushing me into his body. Just hearing the groans and obscenities escaping his mouth has me practically orgasming. “We’ll be revisiting that another time,” he says, pulling me back up to him.

I swing my legs over his body, inserting his dick between my folds. The wetness allows him to slide right in. He smacks my ass, and I buck rubbing my clit against his pelvic bone. His hands find my breasts, and he raises up to lick and suck my nipples. “You’re so perfect,” he tells me, and I arch my back, placing my hands on his thighs behind me. “Just like that, ride me baby,” he instructs me. I quicken my pace, bouncing up and down while pushing forward. “Shit, Kailey!” He holds my hips and starts raising his ass to reach deeper inside of me.

“Trey,” I scream, and his serious expression shows he’s most likely listing chords has me clench tight before releasing completely. Trey follows two seconds after me, and I crumple on top of him. Keeping him inside, I wait until he softens and slides out before I move off of him.

He brings me to his side and our bodies begin to calm down. “You owe me a shirt,” he jokes, and I laugh.

“We’ll go shopping tomorrow,” I tell him. Eventually, I get up and clean myself up.

Our night consists of sleeping, making love, sleeping, fucking, and sleeping. It’s the most incredible night, and I honestly feel Trey and I are exactly where we need to be. My fears of him waking up one day and wanting out this life are slowly vanishing.

The next morning, I’m sad when Trey’s not with me in bed. Hearing the shower running, I’m pretty sure where he is. Debating on joining him, I quickly nix that idea, since the bed is way too comfortable and warm to leave. Getting restless, I begin to think about packing up this room and bringing Trey’s stuff over to the house. I contemplate if Trey would want to move in with us, he’s there all the time anyway. My mind wonders from thought to thought, scenario to scenario. At least the one constant is we’re together in them.

My phone buzzes, and I reach over to the nightstand to grab it. Seeing it’s just a Facebook notification, I put my phone back down. I bite my cheek when I spy the drawer. Trey hasn’t ever said not to open it, but I know he keeps something very private in there. Crap, I’m so curious. Hearing the water still going, I slowly open the drawer. A box of condoms, a few receipts, and a book are all that occupy it. I release a relieved breath. Even though, I’m not quite sure what I thought he was hiding, I’m thankful there’s nothing much in the drawer. I pick up the book about famous architects, beginning to read about Adolf Loos when something falls out. Bending over the bed, reaching towards the floor, my fingers barely grasp the photo laying there. When I turn it around to look at it, my stomach tumbles to the depths of hell. My mouth goes dry, my heart starts racing, and the sounds of the world are muted.

The sound of the shower turning off snaps me out of my stupor, and all I can think of is getting the hell out of here. I throw the covers off of me, scrambling around the room to grab my clothes. Once I’ve thrown on my dress from last night, I’m two steps from the door when Trey appears in the bathroom doorway. His body glistening with wet droplets, a towel wrapped around his taut stomach. “Kailey? What’s wrong?” he questions, clearly concerned.

“Who is this?” I ask him while holding the picture up, already assuming the answer. My hand balled at my side, fingernails piercing my palm.

“I was going to show you at some point. It’s just I keep it—”

“Who?” I cut him off, and he steps back confused about my inquisition.

“It’s my daughter,” he cautiously divulges.

“You bastard,” I yell. “How could you? I fucking believed you loved me. You manipulative asshole.” I scream, tearing the door open and slamming it shut.

Brady skids down the stairs from their room to investigate the noise. Dex and Rob open their doors. “Are you okay, Kailey?” Brady asks.

“No, I’m not. Your roommate is fucking prick, who uses people’s hearts to gain what he wants.” By this time, Trey’s already out of the room with his towel still wrapped around him. Sadie appears next to Brady in her tank top and boxer shorts. She approaches me, and I step back. “Did you all know?” They all stare at me with confused expressions, but Sadie places her hand on my shoulder. “Can you take me home?” I ask her, and she nods, escorting me downstairs. She needs no explanation, she’s just there to help me.

Before I take the steps, I look directly at him. “Stay the hell away from her. Do you understand me?”

“Kailey, what the hell are you talking about? I’m sorry I never showed you the picture, but I don’t get why you’re so mad.”

“Do you get some sick twisted pleasure by tormenting me? All these months, all the lies. How could you do this to me?” The tears start streaming down my face even after pushing them back. “I knew it. I knew there was a reason you pursued me the way you did.”

“Kailey! Talk to me, I don’t understand? Why are you so mad I didn’t show you the picture?”

“Did you think the situation was your opening, and I was your golden ticket? If you think you’re going to get her now because Jen and Caden are dead, you’re mistaken. I’ll fight you till my last breath. Do you understand me?” I stare directly into those eyes that I once believed reflected the love he felt for me.

“Who the hell are you talking about?” he screams.

“Chloe. You gave her up Trey! Using her mother’s illness to sneak into her life through her aunt’s weakness isn’t going to get her back.” His face falls and a glaze covers his eyes. “Don’t contact us, and don’t come around.” I run down the stairs. Sadie’s mouth is completely open in astonishment. I guess she didn’t know. She follows me out.

I keep running until I get to the safe confines of her car, and Trey runs out of the house after me. Sadie attempts to push him back, telling him to give me space. The guys come out, and Dex places his hand on his chest, attempting to keep him back, but Trey pushes past him and makes it to the car, banging on the window. “I swear, I didn’t know, Kailey. I swear.” Figures he’d go the ignorant way out of it.