I am in bed when Trevor arrives home from work. My body is still achy and healing itself.
"You are home" I sit up when he enters the bedroom.
He doesn't say a word tome nor look at me, he just unloosens his tie and sits on the chair next to the fireplace. He seems to be thinking hard about something and he finally looks at me.
"Why?"
I fiddle with my fingers as I try to think what he could be talking about.
"Why- why what?" I ask him
He stands up and his mouth is pursed in a thin line, his jaw muscle tickling. He is furious.
"You know what I am talking about," he says in a low but stern voice.
"I am sorry Trevor-" I start to tremble, a teardrop rolling down my face.
"You said you loved me. Me!" he throws the flower vase next to him against the wall hard and it breaks into small pieces. I jump at the impact, terrified.
"Then you go behind my back and screw my brother."
"We never did-I didn't sleep with him Trevor, "I kneel on top of the bed.
"Don't you say my name you whore!" he shouts at me and i flinch.
"I didn't mean to hurt you, believe me, I didn't mean to," I am sobbing.
Trevor sits at the chair again his head in his hands, looking down.
"My brother has always taken everything from me." He talks slowly.
"He hasn't taken me away from you," I walk and sit on the floor holding his leg but he pulls back.
"You went to look for him, you left me and went for him"
I look outside the window, feeling cold and broken.
"I had to come and take you, you made me put you in there in the dark, you." He exhales and wipes a single tear in his eye. "I didn't know he would take you away from me. I thought we had something, that you loved me."
"I do love you," I whisper and he looks like I just slapped him on the face.
"I, love you. I have. I know you do not want to be here. I know you don't love me."
He stands and goes by the window, untying his tie and throwing it on the bed,
"I am giving you your freedom. You can leave."
~then~
He is taking me to his house, or should I say his mansion up on the island. The road weaves up towards his place and I can't help but wonder if I am doing this, if this is all real.
"What's on your mind?" he ask me, squeezing my hand
"That I can't believe I'm here, with you."
He kisses my hand and smiles, "I can't believe you are mine."
I smile and look back outside at the view as the car wins through. We are in the back seat of his BMW, his driver is on the wheel.
We reach at the gate and they open automatically. The car stops and Trevor opens the door for me and I step outside. My mouth is agape as I take in his property and his house. I see that his view is the ocean and from where I am standing I can hear the waves crashing.
"It's all magnificent," I tell him, really meaning it.
"It's my haven"
I totally understand it.
We get inside the mansion and it is even more striking than it was outside. The interior décor of the house is wood furnish, a look I would associate with Trevor. Everything, from the art to the furniture fits his personality.
"Did you pick everything yourself?" I have to ask.
"My designer is really talented" he answers me and I nod.
"You have a beautiful home"
"And a beautiful girlfriend too," he picks me up and I squeal.
He walks across the room and heads toward the stairs. He opens a door and I see we are in his bedroom. My heart is beating so fast.
"I didn't bring you here to fuck you Hannah," he reassures me when he sees me tense up a little.
"I am giving you a house tour."
I didn't realize I was holding my breath.
"Yeah, I wasn't, I-" I want to facepalm myself right now.
He holds my hands, "you don't have to ever feel like you are forcing anything or feel like you can't say anything either with me okay?"
"Okay" I am calm now.
He shows me around the house and then we go back downstairs where he prepares a meal for me
"I didn't know you can cook". He looks like he knows his way in the kitchen
"I do. But I have someone come over when I have a guest around, because I rarely cook for anyone." He tells me as he prepares the ingredients. He refused my offer to help him and basically told me to sit and relax.
I am drinking a glass of wine. I put it down, already guessing the kind of guests he is talking about. When I don't say a word he looks up and it's like he knows where my mind is at.
"That is my old life now, Hannah. I hope you understand that."
"Yes I know, I'm just coming to the full realization of all this."
He stops what he is doing and concentrates on me, "are you okay?"
I exhale. "I mean yes, it's just the whole thing and I know for sure someone will hear something and then the media-"
"We managed to avoid all those during the pharmaceutical trials" he points out
"This is different. We will be going out on dates, we can be kissing and you know how this all goes. I was practically interviewing you on this less than five months ago"
"I don't have a problem with it, do you?"
"It's just a lot to digest," I tell him.
"How about we keep it on the low until you feel comfortable?"
"I like that idea, thank you." I grin.