Lovely Desire, Breanna Davis [read an ebook week .TXT] 📗

the stakes are too high."

Trent chuckled without emotion. "This has nothing to do with what I taught you about fighting. This is absolutely different."

Lucian sighed and ran his fingers through his curly hair. "Sir, please don't risk it. I'm begging you." He said in a soft voice.

His plead didn't move Trent at the least.

"No, I have to risk it," He looked straight ahead, seeming to be lost in thought. "I keep seeing her hair as black as night, curled all the way down her back. Those lips of hers - pink, luscious. Then those beautiful eyes of hers," He paused and pointed at the blade of grass. "It's exactly that color. The shade of a bright, healthy piece of grass. I never seen eyes of that color. She's . . . perfect." He whispered the last word, his voice full of emotion.

            I was sure my mouth was hanging open. He just described me. How I looked right now. I turned around to see how long my hair was now. And of course - it was all the way down my back and curled. My eyes was grassy green and my hair was black. I wouldn't say it was black as night, but it was still black.

            What really took my breath away was the way that he described me. It was as if I was his everything. Like I was his personally designed angel. My heart was beating fast and my mind was scrambled up. Did Trent really love me? Or was this just what I already assumed it to be - a dream? It was the logical answer but lately things haven't really made sense. Could I have really been looking into Trent's past?

"What about Caroline? I thought you loved her?" Lucian asked in a hushed tone.

There goes that name again. Caroline. Trent's first love, but who's name seemed oddly familiar.

Trent shrugged. "I did. But I'm sure you and I both see that she didn't love me back. She just used me for the power to be Queen."

Lucian seemed to struggle for an answer. He sighed. "You're right. But still. You're leaving behind all you're people for someone who you're not even sure exist!"

Trent clenched his teeth. "Can you please stop saying that? Stop jinxing it! What if she does, Lucian? I'm not taking that risk to not be able to meet her."

Lucian looked as if he was getting angry. "You chose this nonexistent person over your people? The same people who knew your whole life and grew up with? Are you kidding me right now, Trent?"

Trent looked like he'd been slapped in the face. It looked as if Lucian barely called him by his first name. It seemed to be a clear sign of disrespect.

"Look, Lucian - you're my best friend. So, I'm not going to lie to you. She does mean more to me than playing the role as your king. I'm sorry, but that's the honest truth."

Lucian's breaths were coming in huffs. I never seen anybody so angry. He grabbed the bridge of his nose, trying to calm himself down. "Then leave right now. And do not look back or bother coming back. Just know that you were never worthy to be king if you're this stupid."

Trent shrugged. "I didn't need your permission. I was leaving anyway."

            With that, Trent turned on his heels and walked in the other direction, seeming to be able to cut through the grass with no trouble. Lucian stared at him in disbelief before cursing under his breath and walking the other way. I still stood there in complete shock.

What the hell did I just see?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Christmas Break

   I woke up drenched in sweat. My heart was still beating fast. I tried to breath calmly, but it was hard to. I wanted answers. What did I just see? And not only did I have questions for the unexpected dream - I just realized Trent never told me what happened between him and Kaitlyn. With fresh new questions in my head, I couldn't possibly go back to sleep. When I checked my phone it was on two o' clock in the morning.

            I rolled over and groaned. I was to antsy to sleep. I just couldn't shut my eyes any longer. I gnawed at my bottom lip and then grabbed my phone again. I stared at Trent's number for an immeasurably amount of time. Why was I scared to talk to him? He was my boyfriend now, right? I inhaled deeply and tried to calm down. With a shaky finger, I dialed his number.

He answered on the first ring.

"Faith?" A groggy, deep, and sexy familiar voice said.

I took a deep breath and smiled. "Hey, Trent." I tried to say enthusiastically.

Trent chuckled. "Why are you calling me at two o' clock in the morning?" His voice immediately turned serious. "What's wrong?" He asked urgently, sounding super protective. My heart fluttered.

"Uh - nothing . . . can you come pick me up?"

It was silent for a minute. I cleared my throat and fiddled my fingers.

"I'm on my way." And then he hung up.

            I immediately dropped my phone and then went in my closet for something pretty to put on. Yeah, it was two o' clock in the morning and a school night and I should be sleeping and not sneaking out the house with my super, hot  boyfriend that's my teacher . . . But, I "had to make an exception today. I threw on a black tank top and skinny jeans. I stared in the mirror, pleased, but then realized it was the middle of December and threw on a scarf. I doubt it would warm me from the cold, but I just wanted to look cute for Trent. After swiftly curling my hair, I walked out my room, gently closing the door behind me.

Out of habit, I checked on Sophie and then crept down the steps, making sure not to make any sound at all. When I saw dim headlights shine through the kitchen window, I quickly stepped out the house as silently as I could, locking the door, before running towards Trent's car. I stopped in midstride.

            My mouth was wide open when I saw Trent's car. A Porsche? On a teacher's salary? It was slick black, and even in the pitch dark, you could tell how glossy it was. It was the most beautiful car I ever seen.

I heard the window scroll down.

"Are you gonna gawk at my car or are you gonna get in?" Trent asked and then chuckled.

I shook my head and quickly climbed in. As soon as I closed the door, I smelt the familiar scent of vanilla and freesia. I stiffened. Desire and pleasure coursed through me just from the very scent of him. Trent seemed oblivious from the fact that I was affected so greatly by his smell. He backed out of the driveway, seemingly calm. I leaned back into the seat and secretly inhaled more of his delicious scent. It was so good that I felt my eyes roll back involuntarily. 

           About ten minutes into the drive and quiet I finally spoke, "Where are we heading?" I pondered outloud. 

"My house," Trent answered swiftly and glanced at me at the side of his eye. "Youre awfully quiet. What's on your mind?" 

I pursed my lips not wanting to really tell him what was on my mind. I, myself, didn't even know what I was thinking. I was about to interrogate him on yet another dream. I can almost picture his reaction when I question him. Most likely resistant and annoyed. 

"It can wait till we get there," Then I remembered him literally running off and leaving me confused yesterday. "Why did you run off?" I blurted out, not being able to help myself. "Aren't you sick of playing these mind games with me?" I say sourly.

Trent seemed to be fighting a smile.

"No," He say bluntly. I turned my head to look out the window to hide my scowl. "And I'll tell you when we get there." He say mockingly and let out a low, throathy laugh. His deep, gorgeous laugh sent waves of please down my back but I ignored it and turned towards him. "You're a real pain in the ass," I say truthfully. "But fine then." I mutter the last part and stare back out the window.

Trent's low, gentle chuckle is the last thing I hear before I start to feel my eyes droop and eventually close.

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           "Faith, we're here." I hear a beautiful voice murmur. One eye flutter open at a time and I take in my surroundings. 

Trent's beautifully sculptured faces inches from mines; so close I could literally feel his cool breath brushing against my cheeks. My breath gets caught in my throat a little as I sit up straight in my seat. I rub my eyes and let out a little yawn.

"How long was I sleep?" I say groggily. Trent flashes that dimpled smile.

"40 minutes." Trent replies nonchalantly.

My eyes widen. "Forty minutes?" I say incredously. "Where do you live? Alaska?" I exaggerate. 

Trent stiffles a laugh. "Something like that." 

He comes to my side of the car and opens the door for me. I give him a sheepish smile, knowing I probably looked horendous right now and had a bad case of morning breath. I kept my head down and hopped out the car and immediately regret wearing a tank top in December. I shivered. 

"Here." Trent say as he slithers out his jacket and wraps it around me. His huge jacket drapes around me and I snuggle into it. His familiar yummy scent invades my nostrils and I try not to sigh in pleasure. 

Trent offers me his arm and I link mines into his. He was such a gentleman. I tuck myself into his coat to hide the blush I was sure was rising into my cheeks.

            It was then that I looked at Trent's house.

           Big would be a understatement to describe his home. A long stone driveway lead up to a house full of windows and trees and wide open space. Beautiful flowers adorned the exterior of the home. The moonlight bounced off the slightly tinted windows. I imagines my small two story home next this massive house and cringed inwardly. I looked back at the slick Porsche and back at the beautiful home, mouth agape. No way could you afford anything like this on a teacher's salary. Trent had a lot of explaining to do. Nothing about this man added up at all.

I realized in the midst of my analyzing I came to an abrupt stop. Trent was looking down at me with a raised brow. I shook my head acting as if nothing was wrong and prepared to bombared him with questions  as soon as I get in his house.

Trent lead me into his home, extending a  hand outward to assure me. I stepped into his house nd bit my lip not to let my jaw drop again. Of course the inside would be equally as beautiful as the outside.

"What in the fuck, Trent." I blushed after saying a blunt statement. He cocked a brow at me.

"What?" he said in that