Font Size:  

Twenty-Three

PAYTON

Days have passed, and just as I suspected, the image haunts me.

Trent naked.

Yeah, it’s all I think about.

I’m doing a crappy job of studying. Heck, I’m doing an even crappier job at just existing with his picture in my mind. If Trent really wanted to kill my academic career, he should’ve skipped the chores and extra homework and gone straight to the nudity.

The only saving grace is he hasn’t been around much to taunt me further.

Like this moment.

I’m back at the Cresthill facility. But unlike most days that I’m here, he’s not.

He dropped me off and left me standing on the corner of the street to find my way in. My cheeks colored red, but I stood tall. This would mean there would be no toilets to clean.

Without Trent here to micromanage me, I’m able to spend time with the residents instead of burning my hands with cleaning products.

I look around the room, searching for someone to talk to. A conversation will help me stop thinking of lickable abs. Okay, that’s not the body part I’m thinking about.

Sue me.

That’s when I see the man who called me Trent’s girl. Henry.

I’ve since seen Trent with him. Often.

Maybe he knows something useful about the man who holds my life in his hands.

Any piece of information will help me.

There’s a deadline looming. I need to ask Trent for money to give to my sister today. Maybe, just maybe, Henry can give me info I can use to barter with Trent.

I cross the space and take the empty seat across from him.

“I hope it’s okay I sit here.”

“Pretty lady like you is always welcome.” He smiles, and that makes me laugh.

I never knew my grandparents, but in my imagination, mine would be just like him.

A flirt like my sister.

Not like me.

She’s the only family I remember well.

Our parents died when I was only six years old. Erin was eighteen and raised me.

I can’t imagine how hard that must have been, which is why I am now trying to pilfer information off Henry to get money for her. Even if I have to use the fact that he thinks I’m Trent’s girl to get the info.

“Henry, right? I’m Payton. I just started helping out here.” My voice is soft as I flash him a smile.

“I saw you,” he says, chocolate brown eyes finding mine.

They are deep. Probably filled with great stories and anecdotes only a person of his age would have. Probably the reason Trent spends so much time with him. From what I can tell from Trent, he didn’t have a relationship with his dad. Maybe Henry was the father figure he went to.

Source: www.allfreenovel.com
Articles you may like