He crawls on top of me and I can feel the tip of his erection at my entrance and I tense. “Look in my eyes baby.” Trent’s eyes stare down at me. When I see myself in those eyes I only imagine him. He enters me slow and steady until he consumes me saying sweet things. Moving in slow circles the pressure starts to build inside of me. I place my hands on his shoulder blades pulling him closer to me.
We both groan when our release happens. Trent cleans me up and comes back to bed cradling me in his arms. We talk until we fall asleep. He never lets me go.
Needless to say after that, sex consumed our lives daily. We christened every inch of every room in our small apartment. Thank goodness when I was in the hospital Mrs. Basso talked me into starting the pill so we didn’t have to worry about condoms.
After that month Trent had to start playing which took him away from New York a lot. Ian frequently slept on our couch keeping me company. I got a job as an assistant to an interior designer but I pretty much answered phones and checked on orders. It was something to get my foot in the door though so I didn’t mind. Not to mention I wanted to be available when Trent was home so it was perfect.
The first two months was great. Trent would rush home after he was gone or at practice, we would spend every moment together but then Trent was finally put into a game against the D.C team as a starter it changed. He scored three goals making headlines and suddenly he had a following. He continued to be a top scorer only bringing more media attention to him. Then he led his team to the Soccer National League cup where they won. He signed his new contract and with his agents help he was the top earner in Soccer National League history.
Trent started changing before my eyes. He moved us from the one bedroom to a
two bedroom condo in some high rise with a doorman saying he wanted to keep me safe. After a practice he would stay late and work-out stating he had to increase his muscle mass in order to be a top performer. I had to admit his body was amazing before but it was downright incredible now, I just hoped I was the only one touching it.
Our quiet evenings at home were filled with shows, clubs and appearances around the city. In exchange of our diner dinners with milkshakes and cheeseburgers we were eating high priced meals with wine lists. In the beginning it was exciting but I drew tired of it and started staying at home while he went out. I slowly stopped hearing from him when he was out of town and he no longer rushed back to me. He would return long after I went to bed and I would sneak off to work trying not to wake him.
We didn’t make love anymore, just fast sex that left me unfulfilled. Trent’s arms no longer wrapped around me securely at night instead our backs faced each other in the king size bed.
I turn the doorknob and Trent is in a tuxedo smiling with a hand full of roses. “What are you doing?” I ask.
“Come with me.” He pulls me by my hand to the bedroom.
On the bed is a black gown laid out across the bed with a pair of strap heels on the floor. “It’s stunning.” I say.
“No, you will be stunning in it.” He whispers in my ear standing behind me.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
“Surprise.” He says. “You have half hour to get ready.”
I hurriedly take a shower curl my hair, put make-up on. I can’t keep the smile off my face. I am thrilled my Trent is back. Questions fill my mind, is he going to propose? Oh, I am not ready for that.
He helps me into my dress kissing my neck and shoulders like he used to. Telling me how beautiful I am and how much he loves me.
“Tell me where we are going?” I beg him.
“No way” he says slipping something around my neck. “Pull that gorgeous hair up.” He clasp it shut and I feel it with my hands.
“Trent, you shouldn’t have.” I can feel the cold element on my chest.
“You deserve it baby.” He kisses my shoulder leading me over to the mirror.
He stands behind me as I admire the ruby necklace around my neck. “I love it.” I say staring at him through the mirror.
“I love you.” He says back at me through the mirror. “Now let’s go and celebrate.”
“What are we celebrating?” I ask walking down the hall throwing my cell phone in the new clutch that was left by the dress.
“I’m not saying anything until we get to the restaurant.” He says grabbing his wallet and keys.
“Can you at least tell me the restaurant?”
“Sure, Sparrow’s, your favorite.” He smiles back at me. I don’t bother telling him that is his favorite restaurant, not mine.
“Sounds great.” I smile in return.
We make our way downstairs and I notice there is a limo waiting for us. Trent has gone all out on this night. I look at him and he motions for me to step in first. The limo driver opens the door for us and we climb in. When the limo pulls away from the curb Trent opens the champagne.
“I can’t hold it in any longer.” He is giddy with excitement. “Maddy, we’re going to Chicago. I’ve been traded.” He hugs me in a tight embrace.
“What?” I say quietly.
“Did you not hear me? New York traded me, I’m going to Chicago. You think we had it good here you should see how much they are paying me.” The gleam in his blue eyes is shining so bright. Trent is happier than I have ever seen him and I don’t want to disappoint him that I don’t want to leave New York.
“That’s great Trent. I’m so proud of you.” I hug him back.
We pull up to Sparrow’s and there are cameramen outside. Ever since Trent led the team to the Soccer National League cup there have been a few articles in the gossip column online about him but lately it has been crazy. They follow us to numerous shows and restaurants snapping our picture. The gossip columnists are calling him the soccer dream guy.
Trent gets out of the limo first holding his hand out for me to join him. Clicks are heard around us and I hope I look good enough to be on his arm. The last thing I want is to be public humiliated.
We enter the restaurant and are led to a table with about fifteen other people.
“I thought it was just us celebrating.” I pull on his arm before we get to the table.
“It will be. Later baby.” He brings us to the table and everyone starts clapping for him. “Thank you everyone.” He pulls my chair out for me and I smile widely at everyone.
He takes the seat between some red head and me. I don’t recognize everyone; this must be the people he hangs out with when I don’t come. “Everyone, this is Maddy.” He puts his arm around me kissing my temple and three women give me dirty looks.
I wave my hand saying hello to everyone.
That is about the last of attention I get from Trent for the rest of the night. He is Mr. Comedian entertaining the table like he is being paid. The girls are fawning over him and the guys are high fiving him. No wonder he loves this crowd they kiss his ass. They laugh at every joke he tells even when it’s about them. None of them make fun of him. They compliment him every chance they get. Telling him how awesome he is and what a great game he played and how Chicago is so lucky to have him and how New York is stupid for trading him.
The scary part is Trent enjoys every part of it. His laugh isn’t even genuine, it’s some transformed mixture of sounds I have never heard from him. This is the new Trent and I can’t stand this obnoxious self-centered man.
During dessert is when I finally lose it. The red head next to Trent, I think her name is Cammi. She keeps touching his arm every time she laughs at one of his stupid jokes saying “Oh Tre”. I swear I have seen her hand touch his leg more than once under the table and he never removes it.
I am thankful when the check comes but of course it is handed to Trent. No one at the table offers up any money. Wasn’t this a congratulatory dinner for him? These people are mooches, they don’t care about him.