Trevillo Monologue

Attached, is a selfie of him and Trevillo Nelson. Trevillo is biting his lips, looking like the billions of dollars that he is worth, but Noah just looks annoyed. They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and I wholeheartedly believe that, because Trevillo is drop-dead hot, but seeing them side-by-side, my man is way hotter—even visibly miserable and annoyed. Dammit, but I want to go find him and grind on that beautiful face until I shatter to smithereens.
Instead, I quickly type back: Told you I’d make you pay for smacking my ass earlier…
His immediate reply is a red-faced smiley.
Someone clears their throat, which has me sweeping my head up, only to find six curious eyeballs on me.
Keeping my grin intact, not in the least ashamed of being crazy in love, I slip my phone back inside my purse
“Did you take yours?”
He reply is swift. “Dad died for that, sis. His life is overpayment for penance. Hell yeah, I took what he left me. You call it dirty money, I call it justice money.”
“Your father loved you, Charlotte,” Sarah says. “By the time he wanted to do right, it was too late. He was caged in, blackmailed, and manipulated. There was no way out. All he could do was take precautions for when his great fall came, do right by you and your brother.”
Gripping the back of the chair, I feast on my lip as I mull over what the hell these people are advising me to do. They don’t need to assure me Dad loved me. I know that. I was his little girl. He loved me with all his heart. He told me so. The revelation that he’d been funding a back-up plan for Graham and me for sixteen years is enough to make me want to mourn him all over again.
On the one hand, I want to sing and jump for joy and do the Gangnam Style, because this is a huge net. This means I’m caught, saved, and pulled from the mossy mire, by none other than the man who tossed me in it to begin with. This means I don’t have to worry about college and law school tuitions. This means…a