Meant to Marry Me

Chapter 56: Home Sweet Home

“Here it is… my humble abode.” Bree opened the door to her small, one bedroom apartment, and

stepped aside so that Trent could bring in their baggage. She was slightly embarrassed at how tiny the

place was, but Trent smiled and nodded as he walked in.

“It’s really cute, Bree. I like how you’ve decorated it. You always did have a good eye for things like

that.”

“You think?” She let out a deep breath. “Thanks.”

“Sure. The way you described it on the plane, I was expecting it to be much smaller.”

“Well, I’m assuming your house is a lot larger than my little apartment.”

He shrugged and set his bag down, letting go of the handles of their bigger suitcases. “My house is

pretty good sized, but it’s also a rental. Monica didn’t want to buy anything until after we got married.

Now, I’m really glad I didn’t.”

“I’m glad you didn’t actually live together, too. That could’ve made things a lot harder.”

“True. I hope she’s prepared to start paying her own rent.” He rolled his eyes, and Bree shook her

head. She really had been mooching off of him for all of these years. “I called my neighbor and had him

change the locks on all of the doors, and I had the housekeeper bag up all of the stuff Monica had left

behind and take it to her apartment so that she has no reason to come by.”

“Good thinking.” Bree hadn’t even thought about all of that. Trent was on top of it.

“Well, I can see her being… vindictive.”

A cold breeze seemed to blow up Bree’s spine, leaving her shuddering. Would Monica try to do

something to either one of them now that she’d become a woman scorned? Hopefully, she was so busy

with Hank now that she would just let Trent go. Hank had called Trent earlier that day to see how he

was and to let him know that he was with Monica. She was still really upset at being left at the altar, but

Hank was doing his best to keep her distracted. He’d also asked about the flight to the Bahamas.

Apparently, Monica had been considering using the tickets. Bree almost rolled her eyes just thinking

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Bree took her bag and rolled it toward the small laundry area by the kitchen. “I’ll go back out to your car

and get your guitar and your other bag,” Trent offered.

“Thank you.” She smiled at him, glad that he was so thoughtful. He’d even paid for her parking when

they left the airport, but she was going to be careful about not letting him pay for everything. She knew

he was used to it, but she wasn’t Monica.

She put in a load of laundry, not wanting to let it wait, and when he came back in, she asked, “Do you

have any dark clothes you want to add to this load?” She had a feeling he didn’t have a lot of casual

clothes with him, just swimming trunks and nice clothes.

“I do. Thanks. I’m probably going to have to go shopping soon, though.” Bree nodded, thinking that was

probably the case.

In order to give him some privacy, she took her other bag into the bedroom and started putting her

makeup and other essentials away. It was strange to have a man in her apartment; she’d never lived

with a guy before and hadn't had a roommate in a long time--not since college, and that hadn’t always

turned out well. But the idea that she’d get to see Trent every day for at least the next two weeks

brought a smile to her lips.

“What are you so happy about?” he asked, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her.

Looking at their reflection in the mirror above her dresser, Bree noted how amazing they looked

together. He was so handsome, and he brought a glow to her she’d never seen before. “I’m happy that

you’re here,” she replied, leaning her head against his shoulder.

“I’m happy to be here.” He kissed her cheek, and Bree turned her mouth toward his, aware that the bed

behind him was only steps away.

Trent deepened the kiss, his hands caressing her through her dress. She turned, wrapping her arms

around his neck, and slowly backing him toward the bed.

He didn’t put up a fight. Instead, he lifted her and took her down to the mattress with him. Bree wasn’t

sure if he was ready to consummate their relationship or not, but as he continued to kiss her, and their

hands tugged and pulled each other’s clothing, she found her leg hooked over his hip, and she couldn’t

help but do her best to erase the distance between him. She’d always wanted Trent; at the moment, it

was a desperate hunger, and as his mouth kissed a trail down her neck, she knew nothing would

satiate it until he was hers in every way possible at last.