Lost in the Spotlight (4/4)

The sun hung low over the sprawling estate, casting golden light over the crystal-clear pool where Trey lounged, half-submerged, his arms dr

The sun hung low over the sprawling estate, casting golden light over the crystal-clear pool where Trey lounged, half-submerged, his arms draped over the edge. A girl clung to him, her perfectly manicured nails trailing idly along his chest, her legs lazily kicking in the water as she giggled at something he murmured. The air was thick with warmth, the distant thrum of bass from the poolside speakers blending with the occasional splash of water.

Sarah stormed through the open gates, past disinterested security guards, past luxury cars gleaming in the driveway. She had spent months searching, chasing dead ends, demanding answers from people who had none. But now, finally, she had found Trey. And if anyone knew what had happened to Jack, it was him.

Her voice cut through the lazy afternoon haze like a blade. "Where the fuck is Jack?"

Trey barely glanced up, exhaling a slow breath, his lips curving in amusement. The girl in his lap perked up instead, her blonde hair catching the light as she turned. Her bright blue eyes widened in surprise before she let out a delighted gasp.

"Oh my God! Sarah?"

Sarah’s brows furrowed. She stared at the girl—at the sun-kissed skin, the glossy lips parted in a breathless smile. She was beautiful, stunning in the effortless way of an influencer or a trophy wife. But something was off. There was something familiar about her, though Sarah couldn’t place what.

"Who the hell are you?" Sarah demanded.

The blonde pouted, full lips pursing as if Sarah had just deeply offended her. "Like, that's so mean! It’s me, Jenny!"

The name Jenny turned over in Sarah’s mind as she stared at the girl in front of her, trying to place where she had heard it before. Her gaze drifted over the ample breasts straining against a pink bikini, the glossy, painted nails, the long, platinum blonde hair. Slowly, her eyes settled on her face.

She squinted, staring harder. And then, finally, it clicked.

"Jack…" she whispered.

The name barely had time to settle in the air before Trey shifted beneath Jenny, his grip on her tightening possessively. "Who’s the girl, baby?" His voice was low, lazy, but there was an underlying edge to it—one that sent a shiver down Sarah’s spine.

Jenny giggled, twisting just slightly in Trey’s arms, her body molding against his as if it were second nature. "Oh, we used to be, like, so close! Before I found you." She giggled again, the sound light and airy, but there was an unmistakable warmth in her eyes as she looked at him.

Trey smirked, shifting his hold, lifting her effortlessly. Jenny squeaked as he pulled her closer, her thighs instinctively tightening around his waist as her arms looped around his shoulders. She turned back to Sarah, giggling. "We should totally catch up!" she said, her head tilting playfully.

Sarah barely heard her. Her mind was still reeling, her stomach twisting. "Jack, what the fuck happened to you?"

Before Jenny could answer, Trey dipped his head, his lips grazing the side of her neck, drawing an instant reaction. Her breath hitched, her nails digging into his skin, her body tensing before melting just as quickly. A soft whimper slipped from her lips as her eyes fluttered shut. "T-Trey, stop…" she breathed, though there was no weight to the protest, no real resistance.

Trey didn’t stop. His lips pressed firmer against her skin, his tongue flicking out just enough to make her shiver. He trailed higher, teasing just beneath her ear, making her moan—soft and needy, a sound that had Sarah’s stomach churning.

The girl who had once been Jack—her boyfriend—was now moaning in the arms of another man, lost in his touch, completely unaware or uncaring of anything else. Jenny’s fingers curled into Trey’s dreadlocks, pulling him closer, her hips shifting instinctively against his. Trey growled against her skin, the sound sending another visible shudder through her as she finally gave in, capturing his lips in a deep, hungry kiss.

Their lips moved in perfect rhythm, urgent and needy. Trey’s grip tightened on her waist, pulling her flush against him as their tongues tangled, tasting, teasing. Jenny whimpered into his mouth, the sound swallowed by the intensity of the kiss, her fingers tightening in his hair as she pressed herself even closer. Every movement, every moan, every desperate gasp only deepened the connection between them, as if nothing else in the world existed—nothing but this.

Sarah stood frozen, her stomach twisting as the realization settled deep in her chest. Her boyfriend was gone—a lost cause. There was nothing she could do, no way to bring him back. Without another word, she turned and walked away.

The kiss finally broke, leaving Jenny panting against Trey’s lips, her body thrumming with need. "God, Trey—" she whined, nails digging crescent moons into his shoulders as she ground against him, "Please—I need your cock… my pussy’s soaked just thinking about it…"

Trey chuckled darkly, gripping her thighs as he stepped out of the pool. "You’ll get every inch soon," he growled, carrying her effortlessly toward the house. "Gonna have you screaming my name all night."

Jenny’s breath hitched, hips jerking reflexively at his words. She knew he would. And she couldn’t wait.