I back up and feel the coldness of the wall behind me. Growing more nervous, I look around him to see if anyone might be coming down the hallway.
“I still wish you were my girl,” he whispers, caging me in. “I remember everything about you, Eva, and I know you better than any other man ever could. I know what you like, what you don’t like. Better yet, I would never … ever ignore you. Never hurt you,” he says, pushing up against me.
“Trevor, please …” I plead nervously.
I push against his chest, trying to add some distance between us. The conversation has gone exactly to the place I didn’t want it to.
Trevor grabs my hand as I place it on his chest, pulling me into him, he keeps a strong grip on my wrist. He takes his time looking at me, examining every curve, every part of my face. I grow scared. I don’t know what he’s thinking or worse, what he might do. In fear, I freeze, scared to move, hopeful I’m dreaming.
“I want to be with you, Eva,” Trevor persists. “It kills me to see you with someone else. Please, baby, Let me try to make you happy.”
Before I can push Trevor away, he does the unthinkable. Forcing me against the wall, he quickly captures my lips with his. It catches me off guard, and I grunt when he makes contact. He grabs me tighter, thinking the grunt means I obviously like what’s happening. He begins to force himself on me, almost as if forcing it will make all he wants, all he desires, come true.
I eventually break free, and push and claw my way out of his arms. He resists me, yanking me back to him as forcefully as he can. But I push back harder. Wiping my mouth, I try to get his taste off of my lips.
“Trevor. Are you insane? What the hell are you doing? And what am I going to tell Noah?”
“You don’t have to tell me anything.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Noah
I don’t know why, but something felt off as I saw Eva leave towards the restroom and noticed Trevor follow. Not only that, but a large amount of time had passed since either one of them had resurfaced. Almost twenty minutes actually, if I am reading the clock right through my cloudy brain.
A little drunk, I stand and make my way over to where they disappeared. I trust Eva, but Trevor is another story. Rounding the corner, the one scenario I didn’t want to see comes into view. Trevor has his lips on my girls. Worse, he’s forcing himself on her, and trying to touch her in places only my hands belong.
In a split second, all the rage that has been building in me all day rushes through my veins. Eva barely has time to move out of the way before I hit Trevor with so much force he falls to the floor. Scrambling to his feet, he flies into me, pushing me up against the wall. I punch his sides, trying to break free. Finally making contact with one of his ribs, I swear I feel it crack under my fist and the bastard releases his hold.
Eva’s shrill yell breaks my concentration for a moment and allows Trevor to get a good punch in. Dizzy from the blow, a loud ringing sounds in my ears. I duck the next second, forcing Trevor’s fist to meet with the wall behind my head. Straightening myself, I’m able to get in another good hit right between his eyes. Trevor’s nose starts bleeding.
Eva runs off as Trevor and I continue to stand in the hallway, throwing punch after punch at each other. All the aggression that has built between the two of us since Eva came into my life is finally unleashed. Hit after hit, punch after punch, we’re finally having it out, fighting for the woman we both love.
It’s about damn time.
I’ve had enough of Trevor’s shit.
I violently punch his stomach and he topples over in pain. Straightening himself, he takes a swing at me, but I dodge it quickly, then land another blow to the side of his head. He staggers backward a bit before regaining his stance.
Come on, Trevor. Fucking show up for this fight already before I knock you the hell out like I should have done months ago.
He swings at my left side, and when I step to the right to get out of the way, his other fist comes up and makes contact with the right side of my head. I stagger backward and take another punch in the middle of my gut.
Fuck. That one hurt. Oddly, it only serves to fuel me, and makes me want to end this little fucker faster. He stepped over the line. You do not touch what is mine. And she is mine. Fuck whatever she said last night.
Adrenaline always brings about instant sobriety, and I’m so over both his and Eva’s shit. Time to stop playing games.
With each next swing, I make contact. First one to the right then the left of his head. He falls back slightly. I land a solid hit to his jaw. His eyes close as he almost falls to the ground. Rushing back at me, I make contact with his stomach then land another brutal blow to his head.
All too soon, two people are breaking us apart. Rex is pulling me back, while Michael stands in front of us, trying to control Trevor.
“She doesn’t belong with you,” he yells. “You don’t deserve a woman like her. She’s upper class, and you’re a low class piece of shit.”
I lunge forward, not caring who I hurt, but needing to break something, hopefully Trevor. My fist collides with Michael’s nose and it immediately starts to squirt out blood. Which happens to be at the exact moment Eva comes barreling around the corner with Gwen.
“What is wrong with you?” she screams, rushing to her brother’s side. “Are you okay, Michael?”
Gwen stands nearby, watching the scene unfold, a look of satisfaction shines bright in her eyes. She examines the situation, taking in every detail of what just played out, loving every second of the chaos.
