Chapter 105: Pleading for Forgiveness

Peyton had come in that dress to shed her innocent image, hoping a drunk Trevor might fall for her allure. If she could hook up with him and get pregnant, she’d secure her spot as Mrs. Larson. But now, stripping before winning him over? She’d be ruined in Havenbrook.

Bobby grinned. “She’s got one dress. She strips, she’s naked. Where’s Trevor’s dignity then?”

Yvette scoffed. “Trevor’s dignity? Trevor, what’s your deal with Peyton?”

Trevor frowned; he had no ties to her but didn’t want her humiliated publicly. Yvette mocked, “Dating? Say yes in front of Summer, and I’ll let her off.”

Summer thought, Why drag me in?

Peyton hoped Trevor would save her, tears welling up as she stared at him. He glanced at Summer’s icy expression, lost for words.

Yvette pounced. “Not dating? Then strip.”

Bobby protested, but Yvette snapped, “Summer took her punishment. Now it’s Peyton’s turn, and you complain?”

Silenced, the group watched. Trevor didn’t intervene, and Peyton wasn’t their priority. Some guys even egged her on. “Yea, come on, strip!”

Peyton clutched her skirt, refusing.

Yvette was furious. “Bitch, you bullied Summer for so long, now it’s my turn to protect her, don’t you dare bully her again.”

Before everyone reacted, Yvette lunged, fueled by booze and fury, tearing the dress to shreds with practiced ease.

Peyton collapsed, barely covered, sobbing, “Trevor, help me!”

Whistles erupted as everyone saw Peyton’s white, pearl-skinned body. Trevor stood, draped his jacket over her, and silenced the room with a deadly glare. Everyone in the room silenced.

Yvette, spent, slumped as the alcohol hit. Summer steadied her, saying to Caleb, “Happy birthday. Game’s over, we’re out.”

They left, but Yvette was fading fast. Summer got her to a sofa and was about to call for help when Trevor grabbed her wrist. She shook him off. “Let go!”

Trevor looked worn. “I’m done with Peyton. If she bothers you, I’ll cut her off.”

“Oh, that jacket move was real friendly,” Summer snapped.

His fists clenched, knuckles white. “It was just as a friend. I swear, last time.”

“So? It’s got nothing to do with me,” she said, impatient to get Yvette home.

Trevor’s eyes reddened, his voice hoarse with a rare plea. “Summer, come back to me. I was too arrogant, I didn’t cherish you, I always thought you’d stay. Can you give me one more chance to make it right?”

It was the first time she’d seen him so humbled. Trevor was proud, cold even, his wealth and status feeding his ego. In their five years together, he’d never been like this. For a moment, she was speechless.