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"That's great. You'll be famous before we know it." "I don't know about that. As long as I can teach music, I'll be happy." He stood there for a second, looking at her awkwardly, not sure what to say, when a guy he hadn't met yet stepped through the doorway behind her. Bree turned. "Oh, Jason. Come meet some more of my friends from high school. This is Trent Walker." "Trent?" It was a question. "I didn't know you were going to be here." Shaking his hand, Trent said, "It was sort of last minute. Isaac's girlfriend didn't want to come. Or be his girlfriend anymore."

His touch was soft, as if he were afraid I might disappear if he touched me. “You look beautiful tonight,” he said. “Thank you for coming over for dinner.” I smiled as I stepped closer to him. “The food was wonderful. But I’m still pretty excited to try out your world famous Ramen noodles one of these days.” Gabe chuckled and then leaned in, surprising me with a kiss. The passion in the air ignited instantly as we embraced in front of the sunset. The island air blew through my hair, carrying with it the scent of saltwater and warm sand. It was a picture perfect moment; one that I never saw myself actually experiencing. This island kiss was the most romantic kiss of my life.

He knew he'd had sex with Sarah, and done plenty with Jasmine too, so if there was video recordings then Henry had a huge amount of data that he could use. Henry's obsession with Jasmine was a worry though. Would he just let Mark whisk her off the Island tomrrow for a few months, effectively letting her go. Not really something a nutcase stalker would do, he thought, but the truth was he didn't know what the hell Henry would do.

Maria is likewise fuming, her cheeks red with anger. “What’s going on here?” Mum’s voice sounds from behind me, and Maria huffs. She leaves the room, plowing past me and Mum. I look at Trey, who’s standing at the island, one hand holding onto the edge tightly, his knuckles taut. I take a step into the kitchen. “What was that about?” I voice my curiosity. He sighs and blows out his cheeks. “Nothing,” he replies then walks out of the kitchen too, leaving me and Mum behind.

She had never allowed herself the pain of researching Trent in the past, but now it seemed like she couldn't see enough of his pictures, as well as his profile in magazines or TV reports, when she caught sight of him giving an interview or making a comment in an interview. business event. Everywhere he looked, whether in his tailored suits or more casual attire. It just didn't seem like he had plans for a family after his wife died, so Gwen wondered why she still worried about him wanting to get close to Jonah. At least he'd given them a chance to be together, and that should be enough. Maybe after the project was finished, everything could go back to normal as if nothing had happened, and a

DEENA'S POV As the water cascaded down my body to wash off the mud, I suddenly remembered the day I told Trent that I liked the color black on him, and since then, he always wore it and it made me forget that he liked green in the first place. We've been in a relationship for a month, but as a lovesick woman, it already felt like forever to me and I never even entertained the idea of it ending one day. Trent arrived outside the location where we were currently shooting a drama and I was still playing a minor role with few scripts. I was done for the day and he wanted to take me out.

When he leaned over, he saw someone push the ward door open, and Adina walked in with the four children. His expression immediately changed, and he instantly leaned back on the bed. He looked calm and aloof as if nothing had happened. “Wow, the most beautiful woman in Sea City has arrived!” Trent immediately stood up. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly spotted the little girl who was standing at the back. His eyes immediately lit up. “Oh, my days! Whose daughter is this? You’re gorgeous. Come over here. Let me give you a hug!” Adina frowned. Before she could say anything, she heard Duke menacingly say, “Trent, I’m giving you three seconds to disappear.”

Trent explains turning in his chair to face me, "his collective reveals very little about their identity. I had to call in more favors than I have to get the information I did. He only works with outsiders he trusts one-hundred percent and sufficient evidence condemning a specific pack or person." As Trent's continues talking one of the screens changes scenery catching my eye a few men standing close enough to the camera to be seen but not close enough to make facial features just out of range of our territory line. What the fuck is happening? Fuck sakes Goddess, can't I catch a goddamn break? "Trent who they fuck are they?" I demand to know, pointing at the screen of the men obviously scout

Wincing, Trent stood up and returned with some ice for both of them. Seth took the proffered ice without comment. “Do you think she’ll take me back?” Trent asked some moments later. “If she doesn’t, I’m taking her over my knee because I’m so over all of this drama bullshit. And I’m tired of being forced to watch chick flicks every day and night. I didn’t know there were so many on Netflix. Lizzie has probably watched every single one in the past two weeks.” Trent smiled for the first time in what felt like forever. He gave Seth his hand and helped him up. They assessed each other, but Trent knew that they’d reached an understanding.

“Oh, come on, dickhead. There are so many women there. Why does it have to be the person who already has a family and wants a peaceful life?” Becca stood up, but Isla held her and pulled her down. Troy gives the flowers and chocolates to his companion, who’s just merely smirking at them. Isla sighed. “Can you just stop this? I am not interested. I love Zero and my daughter—I have a daughter. I’m building my own family. Isn’t that enough reason for you to stay away from me?” She can’t hold it anymore. Troy is pushing her to her limits. Even though Zero told her that she just let him, she has a short temper.