Cherished (Wanted 4)

“Trey, please stop the car. I don’t want to go with you. I don’t love you.”

“You do, Jessie. I know you do, deep down inside.”

Jesus Christ. No wonder his fiancée left him at the altar. She was smart.

“Trey, I don’t love you, and I’m so

sorry if I ever gave you the impression that I did. I thought we were two friends just trying to help each other through a hard time.”

“You sat and slept on my lap that whole night. Even after you found out you were pregnant, you held on to me all night.” He smiled.

I slowly shook my head and whispered, “No.”

He nodded and let out a laugh. “Yes! Yes…you love me.”

“No, I was scared, and it was in the middle of a damn storm, Trey! I thought you were my friend. You’re acting crazy.”

He slammed his hand down on the steering wheel, causing me to jump. “No! Friends don’t fucking crawl onto their friends’ laps and hang on to them all night. They don’t kiss their friends good-bye, like you kissed me. You want me, Jessie. You’re just scared, but once you feel what it’s like to have me inside your body, you will see how much I love you. You will feel how much we love each other.”

My heart began beating faster. Oh god. Please, God, don’t let this happen. The baby…

“I’m not having sex with you,” I barely said as I began sobbing.

Scott…please come get me. Please…find…me.

Trey slowly turned and looked at me. He grabbed my arm and pulled me toward him. “Yes. You. Will. And you’re going to see how much you like it, you bitch. You dick-teased me for weeks, Jessie, with all your fucking friends bullshit. I thought I could be patient and let you realize on your own how that damn pussy isn’t meant for you. I’m meant for you.”

I tried to pull away from him, but he was holding on to my arm so tight.

“Trey…you’re hurting me!” I said.

“Kiss me, Jessie. Lean over here and kiss me. Feel the love from my body as it goes into yours.”

I tried to pull away harder. “No. Trey, please…oh god, please don’t do this. Why are you doing this? This is not the Trey I came to know and care about in Belize.”

He let out a gruff laugh. “Care about? Care about? Is that what you call it, Jessie? You know…that other girl…what was her name? Chelsea. I bet if I called her right now, she’d fuck me again. Want to watch us, Jessie? It was pretty hot with her.”

I sucked in a breath of air. “What?”

I pushed my arm away from him, and he let it go. He threw his head back and laughed.

“Yeah, I called her up and told her I was going to be hanging around for a few extra weeks. She came to Fredericksburg, and it didn’t take much to get the bitch up to my hotel room. She’s a kinky bitch, too.”

I put my hand up to mouth. I felt like I was going to be sick from the way Trey was swerving.

“What’s wrong, baby? The idea of me fucking Scott’s ex make you sick?” he said with a laugh.

“No, you asshole. It’s your driving,” I said.

He slammed on the brakes, and I felt the seat belt jam into my stomach.

The baby!

“Trey! I’m pregnant, and your driving is scaring me. Please…please just stop this craziness now.”

He held up his hand as he gunned it. “We’re being followed.”

What? “What? Why in the world would you think we are being—”