Chapter 72
Kristina tried to play it off with a smile. She picked the biggest, reddest cherry off the cake and held it up to his lips. “At least have this. It’s the best part. Her eyes twinkled, all bright and playful, like a sly little fox.
Kristina finally caught the serious look on Trenton’s face and realized something.
Even if Trenton is just like a little kid now, he probably has been taught the difference between right and wrong. He probably thought what I did was pretty messed up, she thought.
But Kristina found his serious look amusing. She couldn’t resist tapping his nose with her finger. “Don’t you think it’s fun? I did it just to get them all riled up.”
Trenton’s brow furrowed even more. He was clearly ticked off, but to Kristina, he just looked puzzled.
“Why would you want to get them riled up?” he asked again.
Kristina sighed inwardly. ‘He really didn’t get it. He knew my actions were wrong, but not why: She tried to explain patiently. “You’re so young, of course, you wouldn’t get it. Do you know what their behavior meant just now?
“They’re just trying to mess with us and break us apart. But I’m not about to let them win.”
She held a bite of cake to Trenton’s lips and said, “Open up.” He opened his mouth almost instinctively, and the cake–soft and creamy–spread across his tongue. He couldn’t help but enjoy it.
Kristina nodded, clearly pleased. “This is seriously the best cake I’ve ever tasted. Maybe it’s because someone else is paying for it,” she added with a playful shrug.
Trenton just shook his head. ‘She has a way of looking at things that’s totally her own,‘ he sneered inwardly.
Kristina got up and headed to the restroom after finishing her meal.
Trenton glanced at the table–empty plates and barely any leftovers. He had to admit that his opinion of her was changing. ‘She isn’t all bad. At least she doesn’t waste food,‘ he mused.
Trenton was waiting when a few bodyguards in crisp uniforms closed in around him. “Mr. McClain, Mr. Anderson wants to see you,” one of them said, his voice flat.
Trenton’s mind raced. He knew Mr. Anderson was Devin–the top guy in the area. But Trenton had no ties to him and couldn’t fathom what Devin could want. After a quick pause, he decided there was no point in arguing and just went along.
Downstairs, a sleek black SUV sat in a narrow alley, looking like a million bucks without trying too hard.
Inside, a man in a smoke–gray suit leaned back in the seat. He was in his forties but still had that sharp, charismatic edge. Fit and handsome, he didn’t look a day over thirty–five.
Trenton sat across from Devin, a small table between them holding wine glasses and a fruit platter.
“How’s it going with Kristina?” Devin asked, leaning back in his chair.
“Kristina? Which one?” Trenton frowned, feeling a weird sense of confusion. He was sure he was missing something important.
“Who else, man? Your wife!” Devin said, playfully tapping Trenton on the head. He treated him like a rich kid who needed to be knocked down a
peg.
Trenton’s face turned dark. No one had ever dared to touch him like that, not even as a kid. And Devin, of all people, should know better. His forehead throbbed, and he clenched his fists, trying hard to keep his cool.
Devin was so focused on his phone, staring at the single photo Kristina had posted online, that he didn’t even notice Trenton’s mood change.
He looked up with a soft smile and said, “You promised you’d get more casual pics of Kristina. It’s been days, and I haven’t seen a thing. Trenton, are you really that forgetful, or are you just pretending?”
Devin knew Trenton was like an eight–year–old kid now, and kids that age usually forgot things easily. He just wanted to keep a few pictures of his daughter, but to Trenton, it seemed like something entirely different.
Devin’s thing for younger girls was no secret. Even though Kristina was married, she was still under twenty and undeniably charming. Her kind of cuteness drew unwanted attention, and Trenton knew it.
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Trenton’s eyes narrowed. “I forgot. What kind of pictures are you talking about?” he asked, trying to keep his tone neutral.
Devin’s irritation showed. “Don’t play dumb with me, slick. I know you’re no ordinary guy, but that doesn’t mean you can mess with me. I’m talking about regular, everyday pictures. You get me?”
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