Trey Clover Novels & Stories

Then he returned to the sofa and immediately leaned down, trapping her within his reach. His shirt collar was open, and from Khloe's angle, she could see everything clearly. She frowned in disgust. He had clearly put effort into his appearance tonight—even the strand of hair falling by his cheek looked deliberately styled…like a peacock desperately showing off its feathers. "Trey, you're becoming more and more disgusting." He chuckled dismissively. "That hurts. I even used the same cologne you once picked for me. I thought it might make you nostalgic." "Cut the nonsense. Where is T7?"

I heard, and looked up from my phone to see Trey practically jump out of the elevator. He wore a black Soundgarden t-shirt and ripped jeans. Not … skinny jeans I noted. They weren’t at all my preference and especially not on men. He had on black combat boots and I had to wonder if that was like his signature look. In nearly every picture I saw of him online he was wearing similar boots. Even at award shows. “Nope easy peasy,” I said, giving my best smile. Metal smile. He grinned and put his arm around the small of my back, leading me into the elevator. My whole body nearly seized at his touch.