Chapter 11- Trent's Point of View.

Edited 05-07-2020.

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Chapter 11- (Trent's Point of View)

I watched Erik leave and closed the door with a sigh. I suppose I would miss him. Heck, I usually did. It freaked me out sometimes; I never wanted to get close to someone like this. It just did not fit in with my life. But I couldn't help it. When I saw Erik sitting in that Café, I felt like I needed to know him. Which was ridiculous, right? I have never been drawn to someone like I am to Erik.

Then there's Paige...God she was adorable; and she looked like her dad in so many ways sometimes. She cracked me up. The fact that Erik was such a good dad was one of the reasons I was drawn to him.

This is another thing that freaked me out. Aren't I too young and wild to be interested in someone who was already a dad, and had been one for almost 5 years? I owned a bar for crissakes!

But it felt so right being with him. I forgot all the stress of owning a bar, of having a fucked-up family, wanting to be further in life- when I was with him. Hopefully, he felt it too. Although, considering last night, I'm sure he did I thought with a smile. I've slept with other men...but with Erik it wasn't just fucking, or sex. I don't know if it was making love- but it was more than sex.

I walked through my house to my bathroom, to get ready for work. I usually had to work because I didn't want to waste money hiring someone else, when I was usually free. Now that Erik was in my life, hopefully for a long time, maybe I would cut back on hours.

Maybe.

I took a quick shower and got dressed before driving down to the bar my father used to own before he died. The old man was never really hands on, but he tried- and eventually I figured out that that's all that counted. I was lucky compared to others. My brothers never got that, and still did not. But I had been forced to grow up sooner, being the oldest of 3. I walked in and saw Tristan, my best friend and bartender, working and serving a couple guys who always came in around this time. I walked behind the bar and put my wallet and keys away before he noticed me.

He winked at me and smiled "Hey hot stuff."

I laughed and shook my head, Tristan had been around since I was a kid and was 100% gay, which we always thought was funny. I had discovered my sexuality first, and he had struggled for a bit before accepting it.

"Nothing stud muffin." I replied.

He glared playfully "It's just stud to you, mister."

We both laughed and he prepared another drink before leaning against the counter and crossing his arms "So, another hot date last night?"

I nodded and copied his pose "Yeah, Erik again."

"So, you really like this guy huh?"

I didn't even have to think about it before I smiled and nodded "Yeah, I think I really do. It's weird, but a good weird."

He shook his head "Never thought I'd see the day." And he smiled.

I laughed "Whatever man. You're just jealous I can get some."

"Ohhh puhlease." He laughed "You said he had a kid, right?"

"Yeah, he has a daughter named Paige. She's four."

"Wow. So how does that happen when you're supposedly gay?"

I grinned "Oh he's gay. But it is a long story, and not really mine to tell. It's rough though, I'll tell you that."

He nodded again "So you think you guys will get serious?"

I shrugged before uncrossing my arms and walking over to his side to grab some water "I don't know, maybe. I just know it's different with this guy."

I saw him tense for a second before relaxing and turning around "Well, good luck man. You deserve it."

I clapped my hand on his back before turning around to walk to my office "Thanks man." I called over my back. I heard a muffled sure before I walked through the door of my office and sitting down behind my desk. Too many damn papers. I set my water down and decided to try and sort all this shit out on my desk. I never really was good at keeping my crap clean. Too much trouble! I started the painful process of cleaning and when I surfaced, I looked at a clock and realized it was close to 4. Almost happy hour. I got up and went to the bar to help Tristan.

He looked over, while stirring a drink, when I stepped up next to him "About bloody time. Almost happy hour, fool."

"You're the fool. And not British, so don't say bloody."

"Shut up asshole."

"Bitch." I shot back and laughed. "Get to work."

"Who you calling bitch, and you get to work, I've been here all-day dumbass."

"Yeah, yeah."

I turned to the bar and winked at a petite blonde 'What can I get you?"

She winked "You."

I threw my head back and laughed "I don't think my boyfriend would like it, but thanks for the offer."

She nodded with a small laugh "All the good ones are gay! But a jack and coke please." I made the drink and handed it over after accepting her money.

"Thanks!" and she walked away.

"Boyfriend?"

I looked over at Tristan with a confused look "What?"

"You said boyfriend?"

"Did I?"

"Yeahhh."

Hmm.

I turned back to more customers and thought about it. Did I want him to be my boyfriend? Were we even ready for that? I don't know. Maybe Id talk to him about it the next time he wanted to stay over. He didn't feel like the type of guy to just sleep with everybody, maybe he wanted to be together. I needed to stop worrying about it, and just let it go with the flow. But as I helped Tristan behind the bar for the next 6 hours, I couldn't help but have the thought pop into my head every so often.

Tristan and I left when my other bartender, Oscar showed up to work until 2- when we closed. I only had the two bartenders, but they were great, and didn't mind having so many hours either. I waved goodbye to Tristan and got on my bike to drive home. I pulled into my garage, took off my helmet and shut the garage before walking into the house. I pulled my jacket off and threw it onto a chair, where it probably didn't belong.

Oh well.

I was messy, deal with it.

I flung myself onto the couch and sighed. God was I tired.

I pulled out my cell phone and noticed a missed call from Erik, I totally forgot he was going to call. I noticed it was a little after 11 but decided to call back just in case he was awake.

"Hello?" He answered, sounding groggy.

"Did I wake you up? I'm sorry. I just got home, I had to work late."

He cleared his throat and I heard rustling "No its fine. Long day?"

I sighed "Kind of. But I'm glad you answered." And winced at how corny I've been sounding lately.

He chuckled "Me too. Sorry you had to work so late."

"It happens. Did you spend the day with Paige?"

"Yeah, we went to the beach actually. Then we had Ice cream, of course. My daughter has an unhealthy addiction." He laughed.

I chuckled "Well, Ice cream is good, I can't blame her."

"Yeah, her mom loved Ice cream too. Personally, I love cheesecake more, but what do I know."

I heard his voice get slightly more downcast at the mention of Tillie but decided not to mention it. It was his grief, and I was surprised at how strong he was. Especially having Paige as a reminder every day, even though she seemed like an amazing kid.

"I'm sure you know a lot, just nothing about desserts." I teased.

He laughed again "Whatever."

I smiled "Well, I can let you go. Just wanted to call back and say goodnight."

I heard him yawn "Alright. I had fun last night. I'm glad you called."

"Me too. I'll call you later. Goodnight."

"Goodnight Trent."

And we hung up. I grabbed my phone and headed to my room to change into pajama's. I was pulling on some sweats when I heard my phone ring again.

I smiled and answered without looking "Missed me that much Erik?" I teased.

"Tre, it's me."

I tensed and almost dropped my phone.

"I need your help Tre. Please. Don't hang up."

.... Oh, fuck me.

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