Cherished (Wanted #4)(47)
Author: Kelly Elliott

Scott looked into my eyes and then looked away. He stared down at the floor for a good two minutes before he glanced back at me. “Yeah…that makes sense. I get what you’re saying. But why do you need me to go to the café with you? Are you afraid to see him alone? Afraid of what you might feel when you see him?”

I smiled and shook my head. “No. I want you there because I love you. I want Trey to see that I have no secrets with you, and I want to do this together. I don’t want to be away from you for another minute.”

The smile that spread across his face caused me to giggle. He reached up and ran his hand along my jawline, and I felt the butterflies in my stomach.

“Are you feeling okay, baby? You don’t want to meet him tomorrow?” Scott asked.

“No. I’d rather just do this now, so he understands once and for all that he was only ever just a friend.”

Scott nodded. “Well then, let’s go.”

I slowly got up, and I instantly missed the warmth of Scott’s body up against mine. I put my panties on while I watched Scott pull up his pants. I wanted him again. I glanced over at the clock, and we were already late for meeting Trey as it was. Scott reached out for my hand, and we walked through the house and out to the truck.

He pulled me closer to him and said, “Love muscle.”

I looked at him, surprised. “Huh?”

Scott smiled that drop-me-to-my-knees smile. “My first suggestion for a word other than penis—love muscle.”

I tossed my head back and laughed. “I’ve got one,” I said.

He held open the truck door and helped me up into his truck.

“Baby maker,” I said as I wiggled my eyebrows up and down.

“Hell yeah, it is!” Scott said with a laugh.

By the time we walked into the café, we were almost an hour late. I looked around for Trey, and my heart sank. He was talking to Chelsea.

Good god. My worst nightmares are coming true all at once.

“Shit,” Scott whispered. He leaned down and said, “What do you want me to do?”

I watched as Trey talked and laughed with Chelsea. A part of me was bothered by seeing him talking to her, but it wasn’t jealousy. It was hate. I had nothing but pure hate for this woman who clearly was going to do everything she could to try to hurt me.

Well, no more. I’m done.

I smiled and looked at Scott. “Nothing. Let’s go say hi.”

I walked up to the table, and the moment Chelsea saw Scott and me, the smile from her face vanished. Trey turned, and his smile vanished just as fast.

I stopped right in front of them. “Chelsea, last time I saw ya, you were riding Bryce pretty good. Whose bed are you hitting tonight? Or are you taking the evening off from whoring?”

Trey choked on his food, and Scott let out a small laugh. Chelsea just glared at me.

I leaned down and put my hands on the table as I got right in her face. “You lost, bitch. I love him, and he loves me. Nothing…and no one,” I said as I turned and looked at Trey, “will ever come between our love—especially now that we’re having a baby.”

Her eyes darted down to my stomach and then back up. She opened her mouth to say something, but then she shut it again.

I stood back up and felt Scott wrap his arms around me. I leaned back into him. I wanted nothing more than to just turn around, leave, go park somewhere, and make out.

Chelsea slowly stood up. She looked down at Trey and smiled as she reached into her purse. She pulled out her business card. “Give me a call sometime, Trey,” she said with a wink. She looked back at Scott and then me and let out a laugh. “Honestly, you two are made for each other. Scott, Bryce was a much better fuck than you.” She leaned closer to me. “Have fun with my sloppy seconds.”

“Oh, we’ve already had fun—in his office, in our new bed, the shower, the kitchen table, the sofa, in both living rooms…oh, and I can’t forget the pool table. The only place we still have to hit is”—I turned and looked at Scott with a smile on my face—“his truck.”

His crooked smile instantly made me want to move my hand and touch myself to relieve the aching pulse between my legs. I want him. I want him to show me how much he wants me. I didn’t care if we walked out of here right now and just left Trey sitting with Chelsea.

Chelsea stood there with her mouth hanging open. “I’m out of here.” She pushed past both of us, hitting Scott in the shoulder as she walked by.

I watched her walk out of the café, and then I looked around quickly at everyone staring at us. I smiled and said, “Sorry, y’all.”

I grabbed Scott’s hand, and we both sat down at the table. I smiled at Trey. The sight of him sitting there did nothing to me. I was happy to see him, but other than wishing him the best, he had no effect on me whatsoever.

“Sorry, we’re late,” I said.

Scott reached his hand across the table, and Trey slowly extended his hand. They shook hands quickly.

Trey looked between the two of us. “Um…I assumed you would be coming alone.”

“Why?” I asked.

Trey tilted his head and glared at Scott. He leaned back and put his napkin on the table. “I’m going to guess the reason you’re late is the pool table, perhaps?”

I couldn’t even believe that Trey had just said that. I sat there, stunned.

Scott laughed and said, “Nope, my office.”

I felt my cheeks turning hotter by the second.

Trey snapped his head over and looked at me. “Fine. You want to do this here in front of him, then so be it. So, you’re going to forgive him—just like that? Like nothing ever happened?”

“Nothing did happen, Trey. Did you know that Chelsea was the girl I’d walked in on?” I asked as I looked him straight in the eye.

He shook his head and looked at Scott.

“Well, Scott was over at our friend’s house. He was passed out cold, and Chelsea hatched a little plan. She texted me from Scott’s phone and then got Bryce to sleep with her. It wasn’t ever Scott, just like I thought.”

Trey sat back. “What about us?”

I stared at him, stunned. “There is no us, Trey, and there never was. We were two people with broken hearts who found a kinship with each other, a place to forget the hurt for a while.”

Trey took a deep breath and let it out quickly. “So, that’s all I was to you, Jessie? A means to forget about your guy here.” He jerked his head toward Scott. He leaned forward and looked into my eyes. “What about that time we shared together? You were ready to make love to me. Or have you forgotten that?”