The night was quiet.
In the dimly lit bedroom, there was suddenly a spark of light.
The sound of the lighter clicked, and then it was quiet again.
Trenton Smith leaned against the headboard, slowly taking a drag of his cigarette.
After their intimate encounter, his brow was still furrowed, with a hint of fatigue.
He looked down at Norris Moore.
She had been treated very cruelly by him, and in the end had cried herself to sleep.
He raised his hand, brushing over the obvious love bites on her delicate shoulder, his expression darkening slightly.
Truth be told, he didn't even know what he was angry about.
But he was definitely... very upset.
He couldn't control the anger.
And he couldn't understand it either.
In his twenty-five years of rational life, he had never made a single mistake. Even when he had a falling out with his father over Sherry White, he remained rational.
He had always been focused and disciplined, and his life was under his control.
