“Whoa! Calm the hell down!” Jason said, getting to his feet.
“You calm the hell down!” Trevor snapped, feeling ready to blow. “This is my fucking house!” he yelled, hoping she heard him. Never in his life had he been this angry before.
“I don’t fucking need her!” he shouted, resuming his pacing as he shook off the pain in his hand. “I gave her a fucking place to live, a part-time job, I helped her find a job and I took care of her and she didn’t do a goddamn thing for me,” Trevor said, getting more riled up as he paced the room. “Not one fucking thing!” he yelled, half hoping she’d hear him and come running back down the stairs so he could yell at her and make her see that she’d made a mistake.
“Maybe we should take this to your apartment,” Jason suggested with a helpless shrug.
Trevor shook his head. “I’m not leaving! You hear me? If you want me to leave, then you get your ass down here and tell me to my face because I’m telling you right now that it’s not over until I say it is!”
“Okay, time to go,” Jason sighed as he grabbed Trevor and started pulling him towards the door.
“Get your fucking hands off me!” Trevor snapped, shoving his cousin away. “I’m not leaving until she talks to me.”
“Well, she’s not going to talk to you if you keep yelling like some lunatic!” Jason snapped. “Calm the fuck down before you really mess this up. Right now, she’s just pissed and you can probably save this fucked-up relationship, but if you keep acting like this and yelling, she’s going to call the cops and have your ass hauled out of here.”
“My relationship is not fucked up,” Trevor bit out harshly, but in a more restrained tone. The last thing he needed was to get sent to jail and give Zoe a chance to leave.
This wasn’t over.
Not by a long shot.
She was his and she damn well knew it and she would remain his until he decided that he was done with her.
“There’s nothing wrong with our relationship,” Trevor bit out distractedly as he paced the room, never taking his eyes away from the stairs.
“Oh, you don’t think so? How about the fact that for the last two months, the two of you have been trying to hide your relationship?” Jason asked, grabbing his attention in a big way.
“How did you-”
Jason rolled his eyes. “Puhlease, with the way that you were watching her, smiling whenever she was around or scaring every guy off that looked her way, it wasn’t hard to miss.”
Trevor shot his cousin a glare.
Jason simply shrugged. “Of course, there were also the matching hickeys the two of you wore about a month back that kind of gave it away.”
He didn’t remember that, mostly because they’d gotten carried away several times.
“I was actually hoping that you wouldn’t fuck this up. Zoe’s good for you,” Jason said, sitting back down and allowing the dogs to settle on his lap.
Trevor had to snort at that. “She’s not good for me. She doesn’t even come close to what I’m looking for,” he pointed out.
“No, she’s a thousand times better,” Jason said quietly.
“How the hell can you say that?” Trevor demanded, throwing another wistful look towards the stairs.
“Because you love her,” Jason simply said, picking up a carton of beef and broccoli and offering some to the dogs.
Trevor opened his mouth to tell his cousin that he was full of shit, but he couldn’t.
On paper, Zoe didn’t meet any of his requirements for a wife. She didn’t come from a big family, but that didn’t really matter to him anymore because he knew that his family adored her. His uncle wouldn’t have yelled at her if he didn’t. She didn’t have a lot of money, but that was okay because he did and he’d happily support her. He actually loved spoiling her and found himself looking for ways to please her.
Other than Haley, she didn’t have a lot of close friends that she confided in, but that was also okay because she could always confide in him and bitch about anything she wanted and he’d happily listen. She also wasn’t the type of woman who made men drool, besides him, and got the attention of every guy in the room, but that was okay because none of those bastards should be fucking looking at her anyway.
She also couldn’t cook worth a damn, she sang off-key, was a bit of a neat freak, bossy, demanding, and perfect. He didn’t need her to tell him that she loved him, because he knew by the way that she looked at him and treated him that she loved him. He’d been a fucking idiot over the past two months. Instead of keeping the best thing in his life a secret, he should have been dragging her out and enjoying being with her instead of punishing them both for his stupidity.
“What the fuck did I just do?” Trevor whispered harshly, wondering how he’d fucked this up so quickly. He’d treated her like shit and assumed she’d appreciate any attention he gave her. His father had been right all those years ago.
He was a fucking idiot.
