Trey Clover Novels & Stories

The Silence stretched for a minute between them then Clover added with calculated charm, "I would go for Joshua Hudson. He is not only good-looking, but rich too, way more than you can ever be." "You," Kayden snapped, gritting his teeth. The words spoken by Clover seemed to light his blood. "You haven't seen what the worst looks like, so be wise with your words. You don't want me to come after you." "Well," Clover drew close, keeping her innocent eyes clear, completely in contrast to the previous gaze, "This is not what I want, but watching you coming after me is something I have already seen. Don't worry, you cannot let me off your head from now on." Her smile reached to her eyes this time.

Asking if he’s single, then playing the just friends card? Dolly was right. Chloe was the kind who needed a whole pond full of fish just to feel secure. I replied, “Then go ahead and talk to him. He doesn’t have a girlfriend right now.” Chloe cheerfully answered, “Great! I’ll chat with him more then!” I quickly messaged Trey, “What exactly did you tell Chloe?” He replied lazily, “Didn’t lie. Everything I said was true. Just sent her a few pics of my car, my watch… and some shots of me doing extreme sports overseas. You know, skiing, skydiving, that sort of thing.”

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.

As I remove my coat and roll up my sleeves, adrenaline pulses through my veins. Amidst the bustling arena, Clover's voice booms out. "Thry! Good to see you, ready to school these amateurs?" he calls, his grin infectious. I chuckle, clasping his forearm. "Always, Clover. Can't let you have all the fun." He laughs, the sound filling the air. "That's the spirit! But you look a bit too down for the Wreath today. No trouble with the old man?" Clover is the only one in the Wreath who knows my background.