It was the first time Bobby had ever seen Trevor drink himself into this kind of stupor. He hurried forward, concern etched all over his face. "Trevor, what's going on? How did you get this drunk?" Trevor was already far gone. He mumbled over and over in a hoarse and broken voice, "Summer, why did you betray me? Why don't you love me anymore?" Bobby had been stunned ever since hearing the explosive news earlier that afternoon. At first, he thought Yvette was just stirring up trouble when she said Summer had gotten involved with Fraser. But now, seeing Trevor like this, he had no choice but to believe it. Bobby sat down beside him, trying to offer some comfort. "Trevor, that's enough. If you keep drinking, your stomach's going to bleed again." Trevor shoved him away, grabbing another glass and pouring himself a full drink. Bobby scowled and snatched the glass from his hand. "Come on, it's just a woman! Turn off the lights, get in bed; aren't they all the same? The difference is just how good their body feels, better or worse; that's it. Is this really worth it?" He leaned closer, lowering his voice persuasively. "Besides, you've got someone right here who can fill that empty space in your heart." Bobby's eyes glinted as an idea struck him. Right. Why hadn't I thought of this sooner? He whipped out his phone and quickly fired off a message to Peyton. "Trevor's drunk. Come to The Qube. He's all yours tonight." The room was quiet when Peyton arrived. Trevor was sprawled on the couch, already asleep. The sharp, aloof edge he always carried was gone. Now, up close, all she could smell was the heavy stench of alcohol that clung to him. Peyton stared at him, her heart pounding, her mind made up. This time, I will not fail again. She took the access card Bobby had given her and waved down a hotel staff member. With their help, she brought Trevor to an executive suite in the hotel. When the door opened, they hauled him onto the massive 1.8-meter-wide white bed.Peyton took a deep breath and used almost all her strength to get Trevor's shirt off, revealing the hard, defined lines of his abs, sculpted to perfection. She slipped off her shawl as well, and she leaned in to unbuckle his belt. Suddenly, Trevor turned over, mumbling in his sleep. "Summer, Summer! Don't leave me…" The sound of that name made Peyton freeze. Summer. Again. She lay softly against Trevor's bare chest, her hand gliding over his skin. Her voice was sugary sweet. "Trevor, look at me… I'm your dearest Peyton." But Trevor, drunk as he was, groaned and muttered, "No… not Peyton. I want Summer…" Peyton's expression twisted in fury. Damn it! No. I can't give up. Not now. But even if Peyton managed to strip Trevor completely, a drunken man who wasn't cooperating, she couldn't do anything with him! Fortunately, Peyton had come prepared tonight. She had styled her hair into loose waves, mimicking Summer's soft curls. The dress she wore was a light blue one, identical to the ones Summer often favored. Once again, she leaned in close to Trevor, her fingers trailing over his taut muscles. "Trevor…" No, that wasn’t right. Summer never use that tone. Peyton quickly corrected herself, imitating Summer's gentle voice. "Trevor, it's me, Summer." In his drunken haze, it seemed as if Trevor really did hear the voice he had longed for, the one he had not heard in so long. With a groan, he suddenly rolled over, trapping Peyton beneath him, and kissed her with a ferocity that left her breathless. "You can only be mine. You're not allowed to be with Fraser!" "Mm… mhm… I'm yours, I'm yours," Peyton gasped, playing along, her voice quivering as she clung to him. "Tear my clothes off… I'm all yours." Suddenly, Trevor's bloodshot eyes snapped open. He stared at the woman beneath him.Peyton froze in panic. Did he realize something was wrong? Had he seen through me? But no, it was just instinct. He was far too drunk to know what he was doing. "Finally you're mine." The next second, his large hands ripped through the thin blue fabric of her dress without hesitation. And then, with nothing but ruthless possession, he took her. By the next morning, Trevor woke with a splitting headache. He raised an arm to shield his eyes from the harsh sunlight, and then he realized there was someone lying beside him. His entire body tensed. He shot upright in bed. He saw himself completely naked. So was Peyton, lying next to him beneath the rumpled sheets. It felt like a thousand needles stabbing into his chest. How could this be? Why is Peyton in my bed? Why is she not wearing clothes? What had happened last night? All he could recall was drinking himself into oblivion at The Qube… alone. Panic surged through Trevor. He jumped out of bed, grabbing the clothes scattered across the floor, throwing them on in a hurry. The rustle of fabric woke Peyton. She blinked open sleepy eyes, saw Trevor standing there, and immediately her cheeks flushed a delicate pink. Her voice was soft and sweet like honey, as if she were seducing him all over again. "Trevor…" Trevor was already dressed, but his expression was dark as thunderclouds. He stood stiffly in place, his brows drawn tight. "Why are you here?" "You don't remember?" Peyton peeked at him through long lashes, then bowed her head again. "You were drunk. You grabbed my hand and begged me not to leave. You asked me to stay and keep you company."