Despite how drunk he had been the night before, Trevor remembered our conversation this time. It had broken up the silence between us, and he was actually talking to me.

He emerged from his bedroom around noon, shirtless and rubbing his eyes in a daze. He scratched his chest as he looked in my direction, staring blankly at me.

"Good morning," I greeted him, trying not to sound too eager. "I made breakfast." I held out a plate of bacon and eggs to him, which he eagerly took from me.

"Thanks." He sat down on the furthest end of the couch and immediately dug into his breakfast. I tried to stop myself from smiling. I had been making him food for days without him ever touching it. This felt good.

I turned away from him, dipping my hands into the sink filled with soapy water and dishes. "Are you actually talking to me now?" I asked.

There was an agonizingly long pause before he answered me. "I guess."

"Look, Trevor," I began, flicking the water off my hands and turning back towards him, "I'm sorry. I never meant to make you feel bad or feel like the other night meant nothing to me. I just-"

"I know," he cut me off, "Patrick."

I sighed. "Yeah."

I was still overwhelmed with guilt from cheating on my boyfriend. He was always good to me, and now I had to tell him that I fucked up. That is, if I ever saw him. I was starting to feel like I'd never see him or my home again.

"Why are you with him?" Trevor asked. His voice wasn't angry; he sounded almost sad.

"Because... I love him."

At this point, my answer almost felt forced. I did love Patrick, don't get me wrong, but I had a growing resentment towards him. He didn't seem to care too much about the fact that I was forcefully ripped away from our life together. I tried to force down those feelings and focus on the good parts of him. I almost felt like I was lying to Trevor... And to myself.

"I don't think you do."

"What?"

"I don't think you love him. You wouldn't have done that if you loved him. Did the thought of him even come up before we had sex?"

He got me. I swallowed hard, thinking about what he had just said. I didn't. I didn't even think about Patrick that night until after I had cheated. I was so tied up with Trevor that Patrick didn't even pop up in my mind.

"I don't know what to say," I admitted.

"Aren't you even a little angry with him? He's the reason you're still out here."

He was right. Trevor had promised that the minute Patrick paid him off, he would let me go home. I had spent enough time around Trevor to know that he was a man of his word.

I was angry. I had tried to ignore the feeling, but it was getting worse every day. I was forced to give up my life back in the city. Patrick was still there, probably racking up another bill with a new supplier. Why had he kept his addiction from me? How did I not know?

We hadn't been spending as much time together for the past few months. He always said he was working late. I guess now I knew what he had really been doing. I guess you could say that we had drifted apart a bit. I had been trying so hard to convince myself that everything was good that I actually started to believe it.

But I did love him. That feeling still remained, but it grew weaker every day. I tried to keep it alive; keep the thought of him in my head. But I was angry. I was angry with him. Was this going to be the end of Patrick and I?

"I feel sick," I blurted out.

Trevor jumped up, following me as I ran to the bathroom. I threw myself onto the hard floor and braced myself. I retched into the toilet, tears streaming down my cheeks. And then I felt Trevor's hands graze the back of my neck as he pulled my hair away from my face. He held it back with one hand, and pulled my glasses off of my face with the other. Eventually, my stomach settled, and I sat back, leaning into Trevor's touch as he rubbed my back.

"Thank you," I said quietly.

"Don't mention it."

And then came the tears. I pulled my knees up to my chest and let loose a sob. My hair fell around my face, sticking to my cheeks, damp with tears. I felt Trevor's hand on my back, still rubbing gentle circles against me.

"I'm sorry," I murmured, trying to dry my face off with the sleeve of my t-shirt. I smoothed my hair out and pulled it away from my face, taking a deep, shaky breath as I tried to calm down.

We sat on the bathroom floor in silence for a few minutes as I tried to get my breathing back to normal. Trevor eventually broke the silence. "Hey, you wanna go somewhere today?"

I nodded. I didn't care where we went. I barely left the trailer, and I wasn't about to turn down the chance to go somewhere else.

"Well, I got some work to do, but you can come with me. I just figured you might wanna get outta here for a while."

I gave him a weak smile and took his hand as he helped me off of the bathroom floor. I liked this Trevor. This was the Trevor that I actually enjoyed spending time with.

"Where are we going?" I shouted to him over the radio as he sped down the sandy roads.

"You've got a real fuckin' problem with that question, don't ya?" He shouted back.

We pulled up to a huge open field a few minutes later, where he parked his car haphazardly at the end. This must've been his hangar. He had mentioned it a few times, mostly in conversations with Ron. I glanced around, noticing two helicopters to the left, and a small plane parked in the hangar. Ron was already there, standing near the plane with a manila folder in his hands.

I sat around in a little metal folding chair as Trevor and Ron went over inventory and shipments. I didn't care what I was doing. It was a change of scenery, and that was enough for me. I studied all of the little details of the plane in front of me, wondering how Trevor had learned to fly.

"Tara," Trevor called out. He waved me over to him and Ron, and I stood by them with wide eyes. "Do you wanna do me a favor?" I nodded, eager to do anything to pass the time. "We've got this guy comin' any second to make a deal with us. Look over these papers and make sure the numbers are the same on both of them, alright?"

Maybe there was more to this business than Trevor running around killing people and acting crazy. There were numbers, math; equations involved. Ron had mentioned that Trevor was good with numbers. I had been given a pretty easy task, though. I went over a list of stock, making sure the numbers on both sheets of paper lined up; pretty simple. I guess this officially made me an accessory to a crime.

I finished up my task pretty quickly, returning to my seat and watching quietly as Trevor met with the client. He must have made a fairly good deal, because Trevor came back to my side looking happy as a clam as the man left.

"Ron!" Trevor barked. "Go the fuck home!" Ron nodded frantically and started heading out of the building. "Run!" Trevor shouted after him.

I shielded my eyes from the sun with my hand as I looked up at him. "Always so sweet to your friends. You're so darling to be around."

"I really am," he shot back, "Fuck you." He smirked at me and turned to close up the manila folder I had left open on the metal chair beside mine.

"Rude," I laughed.

"C'mere, gorgeous."

I did what I was told, moving out of my seat to stand in front of him at arms length. He reached for me, wrapping his hands around my wrists and pulling me towards him. He ducked down to press a kiss to my lips, his tongue quickly begging for entrance.

I came up for air a moment later. "What spurred this on?" I asked quietly.

"Do I have to have a reason?"

I shook my head and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling his face back towards mine. My mind screamed at me; Patrick! Don't cheat on Patrick again! But all I could see was Trevor, and I pushed the intrusive thoughts out of my head. I knew I would feel the guilt later, but I was desperate for physical touch, and after Trevor freezing me out for days, I was more than happy to indulge him.

I was quick to pull off his shirt, and I touched him eagerly. His skin was raised all over in scars, and I ran my hand over his chest slowly. He pulled my face back up by my chin so I was looking at him.

"Look at me," he instructed. "You want me to fuck you?"

I nodded, suddenly feeling shy. I looked away from him, choosing instead to tug at the waistband of his jeans. He pushed my hands away and pulled my shirt up and over my head, leaving me in my bra. I helped him out with the hook, letting it fall to the floor by my feet.

"God, your tits are perfect," he sighed, staring at my chest hungrily. I closed my eyes and took a deep, shaky breath as his thumbs traced little circles around my nipples. I inhaled sharply when he pinched them between his thumb and forefinger, and he gave me a wicked grin.

Feeling bold, I reached out to palm him through his jeans. His eyes snapped shut, and he let out a few desperate huffs. Suddenly, I felt good; I felt confident and in control. I gave the head of his cock a squeeze through the thick fabric, and he hissed, tightening his grip on my breasts.

I rubbed him slowly, deliberately. He licked his lips and stared up at the ceiling. I took it as an opportunity to quickly unzip his jeans, and his head shot down to look at me when I tugged his jeans and underwear down and let them fall around his ankles. I stroked him a bit quicker now, feeling him throb slightly every now and then against my touch.

He looked at me with excitement plastered across his face when I sank to my knees in front of him. I took him in my hand and flicked my tongue against the head of his cock. He groaned and bit his knuckles when I closed my lips around him, beginning to bob my head back and forth. I could see him resisting the urge to buck his hips as I sucked him off.

"Do it," I told him.

"Yeah?" He asked, sounding almost surprised. "You want me to fuck your face, baby?"

"Mmhmm," I hummed.

He reached down the gather my hair at the back of my neck, and pushed my head forward until I nearly gagged on his length. He pulled my head back, staring at me with a broken expression as thick strings of saliva dripped off of his cock. And then my mouth was back on him, and my head was being forced back and forth, taking his entire length over and over.

I gasped for air when he let up, and he grabbed me by my wrists, pulling me to my feet. "Come here, you dirty girl." He stepped out of his jeans and lifted me up, placing me on a nearby table. He was quick to tear my shorts and panties off, and I waited anxiously as he positioned himself in front of me.

I let out a breathy moan as he rubbed himself along my slit. He looked more than satisfied when he sank into my core and I yelped at the sensation. He pulled out of me completely before rutting his hips back into me, sharp and quick. My eyes fluttered shut when he started picking up speed, hitting every sweet spot inside of me.

"Fuck," I exhaled.

He looked at me with a wicked expression. "Yeah, you like that cock, baby?" He purred. His voice was much too sweet for the words he was speaking. "Tell me you like it."

I whimpered, attempting and failing to get the words out. He grabbed at my nipples, twisting them firmly, and I cried out. The pain mixed with pleasure was too much for me, and I whined at the sensation.

"Tell me you like it!" He nearly shouted.

"I love it," I whimpered, throwing my head back and staring at the ceiling. He took the opportunity to ravage my neck, sucking hard at the sensitive skin. Those would leave a mark.

"That's right," he growled, "Look at you, fuckin' takin' it like a good girl." He rutted into me hard and fast, and my hand snaked down between us to rub my sensitive pearl in little circles.

His eyes danced back and forth between my eyes and my chest, my breasts bouncing in time with his thrusts. He grabbed my chin in his hand and yanked my face close to his, staring me dead in the eyes.

"I can feel you gettin' close, babe," he grunted, "I can feel that little cunt tightening around my cock." I nodded weakly, moaning when he quickened his pace. "Yesss," he hissed. "Come."

My hand sped up as I rubbed myself, feeling my orgasm climbing up inside of me. He stared at me intently, his eyes dark and wild and his teeth bared.

"I told you to come," he said, sounding almost angry with me. He wrapped his hands around my throat and squeezed, and like clockwork, I was moaning and clinging to him desperately as my climax ripped through me.

"That's right," he snarled. "You want me to blow my fuckin' load inside you?" I could tell from his voice that he was already at the point of no return.

"Yes!" I cried out, still at the peak of my orgasm.

He groaned and dropped his head against my shoulder as he came, groaning and snarling into my ear. God, he sounded so hot. I came down from my high just in time for him to pull out of me, shuddering at the sensation.

He grinned at me, looking cocky as ever. I smiled back weakly and brushed my hair away from my forehead, sticky with sweat. I stood up on shaky legs and felt his hot seed spilling out of me slowly. He slipped back into his jeans, not bothering to pick his shirt back up off the ground.

"Ready to go?" He asked me, watching me pull my clothes back on.

"Let's go back and take a nice cool shower together," I suggested with a shy smile.

He flashed a toothy grin at me, slapping me on the ass as he followed me out of the hangar. "Oh, I fuckin' love you, princess!"