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“I
love you Alley,” he quietly said to her hair, and he meant it. He would take
her away in a heartbeat if he thought he could get away with it, but it still didn’t
change the situation.

Alley
looked up. She was shocked that he said it, and was waiting for another
argument. She had just told him the night before on the dock that she would let
it go. He met her half way and kissed her for a long time and after some time
she rolled over to him and straddled him. She removed her shirt, and his hands promptly
found her breast. She unbuttoned his jeans and took him in her hand, and he was
ready before she ever touched him. She moved long enough to eliminate her
panties, and he slid out of his jeans.

She
came back to him, and he helped guide himself into her. He closed his eyes and
held her hips as she moved him in and out of her. She kept up a slow steady pace
until she was getting close and moved her hands, one to each side of his head
and picked up speed and force until she was screaming out in ecstasy. She sat
back up and dropped her head back. The sight of her sitting on him, the look on
her face, and her breast being pushed out from her back arching and her hair
hanging long behind her almost made him explode with her, but he flipped her
over, still inside of her, and within a couple of minutes he found his own bliss.

Alley
was still painting, and his breaths matched hers. He looked up and kissed her
obsessively. “What the hell am I supposed to do with you Alley?” He asked her,
but knew her answer, and it didn’t match up with his.

“You
can keep me in this bed for the next two weeks for starters,” she teased. “Get
off of me, I have to pee,” she added out of the blue, and Trevas laughed as she
squirmed out from under him.

She
came right back and cuddled up to his chest.

“I
know you have never had sex before me, but have you done other things?” Trevas
asked her, and she rose up on one elbow to look at him.

“What
do you mean?”

“I
don’t know, just other stuff.”

“Like
with other guys?”

“Well
yeah, or girls,” he smiled.

“Definitely
no girls, and no, not really, I mean I have kissed a couple other guys.”

“You
never had an orgasm before?”

“Yes
I have had those.”

“Now
I’m confused,” he admitted.

“About
what?”

“How
did you manage that by yourself?”

Alley
tilted her head and gave him a crooked smile.

“Oh,”
he said surprised when he finally got it.

“I’m
glad you figured it out on your own.”

“I’m
not sure I have it figured out yet. You might have to show me.”

“When
is your birthday?” She teased.

“You
wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Why?”

“It
is November 17
^th
.”

“Really?
One day after mine?”

“Yup,”

“I’m
glad it’s not before mine. That would make you even older.”

“I’m
still too old for you. We need to go into town so that I can call your dad and get
you a new phone.”

“I
don’t need a new phone. We should live right here, where there’s no paparazzi
and no phone service.”

“You
would get bored pretty fast.”

“Not
if you were with me,” she smiled and he kissed her.

“Come,
get up. Let’s go to my moms. Wear jeans,” he added.

“Why?”

“Because
I said so,” he answered, not giving any other details.

Alley
went into the bathroom and grabbed a shower. She put on a tight pair of dark
skinny jeans, a tight gray, tank-top that was too short, a button up shirt over
top and the black combat boots that she had gotten from her thrift store find.
She pulled her long hair into a pony tail and added some makeup.

“Is
there anything that looks bad on you?” Trevas asked as she sat on the sofa
buckling the silver buckle on the boots. She smiled a sexy smile up at him and
accepted his compliment, which she was getting better at.

Trevas
took Alley out for breakfast and then to his moms. He stayed on the porch, and
she went inside with his mom. He also had a voicemail from Fletcher, telling
him to call him as soon as he got the message, which was late in the afternoon,
the day before.

“Hey
Fletcher, its Evans.”

“Evans,
is everything okay there?” he asked, concerned about his daughter.

“She’s
pretty pissed, and she threw her phone in the lake after she talked to you.”

“When
are you taking her home?”

“I’m
not sure. She hasn’t mentioned it. I think she has enjoyed herself, up until
last night anyway. She has taken up with my mom and has been spending a lot of
time with her,” he lied.

“Well,
I’ve gotten word that the paparazzi has the house surrounded and is waiting for
a chance to talk to her about what happened. I prefer she stay there for as
long as you can keep her there. At least until this dies down or I get home.”

“Just
let me know what to do.”

“Evans,
I swear nothing happened with Brook and me.”

“It’s
really none of my business Mr. Fletcher. I’m just an employee. I’m not judging you,”
he lied again. He was judging him, and was pissed at him too, for allowing that
to happen, knowing that his superstar was his daughter’s only friend.

“Is
there someplace around there to get her a new phone? Her mother wants her to
call her right away.”

“Yes,
I was going to take care of that today, and I will make her call her mother.”

“Thanks
for everything Evans. You’re a good man.”

If
you only knew
. “Just doing my job sir,” he added and they said goodbye.

Alley
poured her heart out to his mom Kay and showed her the pictures of her dad and
eighteen year old friend on her desktop. His mom had her wrapped in her arms
when Trevas came in, and he was surprised. Alley pulled away and quickly wiped
the tears embarrassed.

Trevas
handed her his phone. “Call your mother. She is worried about you.”

“I’m
not calling her Trevas.”

He
kept the phone at arm’s length. “Call your mother Alley,” he demanded and she
seized the phone from his hand.

“You
scratched me,” he said after she jerked it from his hand, and it made her smile,
and she shook her head at him.

“Hello,”
her mother answered cautiously, not recognizing the number. 

“Mom,
it’s me.”

“Alley,
are you okay?” she asked, happy to hear her voice.

“Yes
mom, I’m fine. I’m still at the lake in Utah.”

“Well
that is probably a good thing from what I hear. Are you doing okay?”

“What
do you mean, from what you hear?”

“Your
dad told me that there are paparazzi and reporters crawling all over his house,
wanting to talk to you.”

“Oh,
how nice,” she replied sarcastically.

“Alley,
are you okay?” she asked again.

“Mom,
I’m fine. Yes, I’m pissed at dad and Brooke, but I’m fine.”

“Where
is your phone? I have been trying to call you for hours.”

“It’s
fishing.”

“What?”

“I
threw it in the lake.”

“You
and your tantrums Alley,” she exclaimed, and it made Alley smile. “I want you
to have a phone. Do you need me to have you one mailed?”

“No,
we are going to get one today.”

“Who
are you with? I don’t know if I like the idea of you hanging out with a bunch
of strangers.”

“I’m
not with a bunch of strangers. I like everyone that I have met here,” she told
her, and smiled over to the only two people that she knew there. “I actually
like it here. It’s quiet and peaceful and there are no cameras chasing us
around.”

“Well
that’s good to know that makes me feel a lot better. How is the new body guard?
Is he treating you okay?”

“Yes
mom, he is fine.”

“Good,
good,” she repeated. “I think we are going to wrap up in another week or so, I
should be home in about two weeks, I hope. You can come home. I miss you.”

“I
miss you too mom,” she replied, rolling her eyes at Trevas.

“Alley,
are you okay in here with my mom for a little while? I want to go out to the
garage and see if I can get my bike running,” Trevas asked.

“Your
bike?”

“Yes….
Motorcycle. I want to take you for a ride.”

“On
a motorcycle?”  she asked with an unsure look.

“You’ve
never been on a bike?”

“Uh-uh.”

“Well
you are going too today. If I can get it started, it’s been awhile.”

Alley
hung out inside with his mom. She made them a cup of hot tea, and they sat at
the kitchen table.

His
mother Kay hadn’t gotten dressed yet and wore a pair of sweats that she had
pulled up to just below the knee and a baggy Yankees, t-shirt.

Alley
studied her. She thought that Trevas’s sister Anna looked alike like her but didn’t
see much resemblance in Trevas. Kay had dirty blond hair and the creamiest
complexion she had ever seen. She did have the same dark eyes as Trevas and the
long eyelashes. She was very slender and not real tall, maybe five foot five or
so.

“You
are very pretty,” Alley told her, and she smiled.

“Wow,
thanks,” Kay replied, not expecting the compliment.

“This
is good. What is it?” Alley asked, sipping the hot tea.

“Chamomile,
it’s a relaxing tea,” she smiled at her. “You look like you could use it.”

“I
won’t argue that,” she admitted. “Did Trevas grow up here?” she wanted to know.

“Yeah
pretty much, we lived in LA until he was seven and then when my work opened up
a new plant here, I moved here to run it.”

“I
like it here.”

“I
bet your house is five times this size.”

“Which
one,” she answered, not sounding impressed.

“You
live with both your mom and dad?”

“Yeah,
I stay with whoever is not off working some place, but I was mostly raised by
Maria. She was my nanny from the time I was born until I was thirteen.”

“Oh,
where is she now?”

“She
got breast cancer and died three years ago,” Alley answered, turning the cup
around and around in her hand.

Kay
put her hand over her wrist. “I’m sorry honey.”

Alley
smiled a week smile. “It’s okay, but I miss her sometimes. She has never been
replaced. I think I have had at least twenty people staying with me since her,
and I somehow manage to run them all off.” She smiled a vindictive, proud
smile.

“Except
Trevas,” Kay said with more of a statement than a question.

“Yes,
except Trevas,” she agreed.

“You
really like him don’t you?”

“I
don’t think
like
is even close to how I feel about him. I have been a
spoiled little rich kid my whole life. Everyone has always given me what I want,
and if they don’t I just throw a tantrum and do what I want anyway. That
doesn’t work so well with Trevas. He is not afraid to tell me I need my ass
beat and lets me know when I’m being ridiculous. I have never had that before.
I have never talked to anyone about things that bother me or what is on my mind,
and he has a way that for some reason, I just throw it all out and tell him
everything. I don’t get it,” she added, thinking more about it and wondering
why it was so easy for her to talk to him and nobody else,
ever
. “He
makes me feel normal and last night when all of this happened with my dad and
something else with him.” She added not giving the details about their fight.
“I cried like a little baby, and I have never in my life cried in front of
anyone. I didn’t even know I was capable of crying.”

“Honey,
you know that it’s not possible for Trevas to be with you right now, don’t
you?”

“I
heard the whole conversation that he had with you the other morning on the
porch. I know how he feels, and he won’t talk about it, at all. I feel like he
just wants to drop me off at the door, when this is all over and forget that he
knew me.”

“If
you heard the whole conversation then you also heard him tell me that he is in
love with you and I don’t think he wants to drop you off at all, but he really doesn’t
have a choice right now.”

“I
know,” Alley replied with a soft hurt tone.

Alley
was glad when they heard the motorcycle’s engine come to life, and they smiled
at each other.

“I
guess I’m not getting out of it uh?”

“You
will love it, don’t worry.”

Trevas
handed Alley a helmet and told her to put it on. She wrapped her arms around
his waist and waved to Kay as they rode down the neighborhood street. She did
love it and loved being on the back of a bike with her arms around his tight
abs. They went into town first and bought the new cellphone and had it
activated with the same number first, and then he took her on a back road
through the rocky terrain.

“Trevas
stop!” she yelled to him, and he stopped in the middle of the abandoned dirt
road.

He
shut the engine off. “What?” he asked as she slid off the back.

“I
want to take a picture of those rocks. The’re absolutely beautiful,” she
exclaimed, and he smiled. It took her a minute to figure out the camera on her
new phone, and she was pleasantly surprised at how vivid the images were.

She
turned to Trevas and took one of him, sitting on the bike.

“You
probably shouldn’t do that,” he told her but didn’t stop her.

“Do
you really think my parents look at my phone?” she asked, knowing what he was
thinking.

“Let
me have it, I will take one of you,” he told her sliding off of the bike.

He
snapped her picture with the massive brown rocks behind her and then she held
it out and took one of the both of them. She was standing in front of him with
her back to his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her.