Baby Love(55)

"I'd rather have seen your mother's face after the announcement. How did she take it?"

"I don't know Tylar," he said with a hint of irritation.

"I mean I wasn't specifically watching everyone's reaction. My brother is happy. I think we should wish them well."

"Whatever Trey. Goodnight."

I wasn't going to argue with him. I wasn't even going to bring anything up about knowing he danced with Libby. What was the point? I either trusted him or I didn't. Anything outside of that was simply drama.

"I don't want to sleep baby; I want to f*ck."

"Go next door," I answered rolling over onto my side with my back to him.

I heard a mumbled curse and he turned on his side pulling the covers up and went to sleep.

A short time later Trey and I were both roused out of our sleep by the noise next door.

"Oh yes, baby!" Libby was screaming. "Keep f*cking me Tristan just like that. Pull the ass beads out now - oh yeah, aarrrgghhh!"

"Shit ….not again," Trey moaned, pulling the covers up over his head.

The headboard was slamming against the wall in a steady rhythm that seemed to go and on. It continued at a slower pace as Libby's orgasm apparently was winding down.

Someone was knocking on our door.

"What the hell now?" Trey grumbled, throwing the covers off and going to the door.

It was Clive asking that Trey and I keep it down.

"Jesus Christ dad, it's not us! It's Tristan and that nymph he's engaged to."

(So much for wishing them well Trey!)

Clive apologized for the interruption. By this time, things had quieted down next door.

Within twenty minutes it started up again; by this time Trey had passed out so I was left to listen to it alone.

I had finally drifted back to sleep when more noise came from the room next door. It sounded as if there was an argument ensuing. My female ears perked up. This was way more interesting that listening to sex.

"What do you mean that I'm too friendly, Tristan?" Libby yelled.

"No I will not keep it down. You need to explain yourself to me."

Evidently Tristan's answers were in a quiet tone so I didn't get to hear them. Libby however was not pleased with them.

"What the f*ck! So I danced with Trey - what of it? I danced with Nigel, too. Oh and I danced with Landon and some other guy named Ray. Why are you making a federal case about my dancing with Trey? Someone had to I suppose. I just felt so sorry for him."

I didn't hear anything further for several seconds.

"Quit shushing me," she hollered. "You’re the one that is making a big deal out of it. His wife deserted him for the most part during your party to play wet nurse to that baby of theirs. I felt sorry for the poor guy. Christ, don't you trust me?"

Tristan must have put her mind at ease with his response.

"I love you Tristan and only you. You have to believe me."

Oh Christ - what an actress I thought.

Tristan must have bought off on her explanation because I didn't hear any further argument. Within minutes the music of their slamming headboard against our wall was all I heard. Trey had managed to sleep through it all.





CHAPTER 19



I had never been so glad to be home than after that long weekend in Bristol. I had called Gina during the following week while Preston was napping to fill her in.

"No f*cking way!" she said as I told her about the sex in the next room, their costumes and Tristan's sudden engagement.

The crème de' le crème was when I told her that Tristan was moving to Atlanta to live here because of her job. When Gina asked what Libby's job was I told her about Sexabella. Gina knew of the company. Why had I not been surprised?

"Oh yeah," she said excitedly, "They distribute a lot of that stuff we saw in the Sextique Shop at the mall in Bristol, remember?"

"How could I possibly forget Gina?"

I remembered the Jack Rabbit Wallbanger w/Suction Cup she had bought for me as a Christmas gift last year from that store.

"So how is it going with you?" I asked.

"Well we are sort of at a standstill with the division of property. We have the condo and the business. With what we owe on both there is no even split of equity or liability. It's a quagmire I guess. In the meantime, I'm still living at the condo of course and Ian is paying the bills. I still work at the club on days but it's hard you know? I mean everyone knows what Ian did and continues to do with that skank. I'm not one for pity girlfriend."

"I know that Gina - I'm sorry about all of this. Hey, let me talk to Trey."

"Why would you talk to him about my problems?" she asked.

"Well he mentioned something about buying shares of Tristan's winery; what if I could convince him to invest in the Sanctuary instead and buy Ian's interest out?"

"Oh Ty, I mean I love you for thinking about me on this but that is a lot to hope for from a friend. Given the Hot Nazi doesn't care for me I don't think you have a snowball's chance."

"We'll see," I replied, "It couldn't hurt."

"Hey," she said changing the subject. "How is your house coming along?"

"It's on schedule," I replied. "Want to ride out with Preston and me today?"