Chapter 226 Photo Bomb
"You're so light, baby. We need to put some meat on your bones," he jokes pulling me closer to his body. My head lulls into his shoulder and I wrap my arms around his neck.
He marches up to my door, setting me on my feet, while still holding me in his embrace, and I don't resist as he rummages through my purse to find my keys. The moment the door is open, he lifts me back up, like he's taking his bride across the threshold. The thought makes me giggle.
He kicks the door closed behind us and rushes me into my room. Maybe he's as tired as I am. He was driving the whole two hours, after all.
I don't stop him as he lays me on my bed and takes off my shoes. I shift my hips as he slides my pants off my legs. I also don't stop him as he pulls my shirt over my head. My head is still to groggy to realize what is going on.
He gasps, looking down at me, only in my bra and panties. It's only then that I realize I'm naked in front of Trent Miller! What if he sees all my scars? What if he thinks I'm ugly? I want to hide! I try to cover my body with my hands as my sleepy brain finally catches up.
But Trent catches my wrists gently in his large hands, bringing them both to his lips, placing a soft kiss on the inside. "Charlie, you are gorgeous. Don't hide from me," He mumbles against my skin.
I blush through my whole body, still completely uncomfortable with anyone seeing me this way, and he just chuckles. "Angel, you don't know how beautiful you are. I'm going to teach you. You will feel like the most beautiful woman on the planet," he promises.
Then he removes his tee shirt and carefully places it over my body. I breathe it in, my pulse skyrocketing. I smell like him, and I love it. His scent calms and excites me.
He takes off his jeans, leaving him only in his boxers, and I can't help but admiring his body. I guess this is what years of football practice and gym workouts will do to a man's body...
"Soon, baby. I'm going to have you naked," he promises as he scoots in next to me, pulling me into his arms before placing soft kisses along my neck and down my shoulder. "But tonight, I'm just going to hold you."
And then he kisses my mouth. Not rushed or demanding. It's soft and thorough, like he's already claimed me, and just reminding me I'm still his.
Heat rushes through my body, and my heart picks up an extra beat. I want him... I'm just... scared. I don't know if I can do this...
"It's okay, Angel. As much as I'm aching for you, I'm not taking you tonight," he promises. "All I need is to hold you, baby. Just sleep," he mumbles pulling me onto his chest.
I can hear the pounding on his heart beneath my ear, and it reassures me. I melt into him, and once again, darkness pulls me under as he shields me from the world.
I'm floating in warmth and security, when an obnoxious buzzing starts going off like a gunshot. Can someone turn that off? my groggy mind wonders. I'm really not ready to wake up.
But then it buzzes again... and again... and again.
What the hell?
And it's not just one. It's multiple notifications, and not from one device. Multiple devices are going off. Is there a fire going on or something? Do we need to evacuate? I'm so tired, I don't understand what's going on.
Trent sits up looking as dazed as I am. "Wuz goin' on?" he murmurs, his voice deep and raspy from sleep. "Why the hell are the phones blowing up?"
"I dunno," I mumble, rolling over and reaching out for my still buzzing phone.
My eyes are blurry and the light from my phone is hurting my head. I blink a few times, trying to bring it into focus. Then I open my phone, and I lose my breath.
"What's wrong baby?" He grumbles, pulling my wrist so he could look at my screen, then he curses under his breath. "Where the fuck did these come from?"
I blink back tears. But I can't control the trembling in my body or the sob that practically cracks my ribs open. Why the hell is this happening to me? I thought Rick was taking care of this?
They were pictures of me in the bathroom with Axel. They make me look like I was enjoying the experience instead of freaking out about it. There are words across the pictures.
"White Trash," "Tramp," "Whore," and "Slut." Each one eats at me, because that is not what these pictures are. Someone is manipulating them.
Trent reaches for his own phone, and with a snarl and dials a number, as he holds me with his other arm.
"Take them down! Now!" Trent rumbles. "Yes! Every single fucking one of them!... I want names first thing!... Yes! Talk to you in the morning."
Then he hangs up and pulls me close to him. "Don't worry, Charlie. Dirk's gonna take them down. Then he's going to find the fucker. I'm not letting them hurt you again!" He promises with soft kisses across my face.
I let him hold me, but the damage is already done. What the hell am I doing to do now?