A Trey Songz Fiction Story
Written by Syreeta (@Only1ME_Syreeta)
We’re laughing at each other first thing in the morning. Her laughter is infectious. She leans in and plants a kiss on my lips as her body rest on top of me. Then she raises herself up straddling her legs then runs her hands up and down my chest. She knows her touch weakens me. She takes her mouth and teases my nipples with her tongue; sucking and manipulating them the way I like it. Just like that my nature starts to throb and hardens for her. Who knew another being that was once a stranger to you could one day be your whole world? I grabbed her up rolling her on her back. Now I’m on top. I pinned her hands down while I enjoyed the view of her sexy body. I loved the way her hair fell against the pillow as she laid there. It was picture perfect. I didn’t want her to move. I just wanted to admire her for a moment loving all the things that make her a woman. I gave her gentle kisses all over her neck then rubbed my lips against her face gliding them across her skin before she got a hold of them. Feverishly she kisses me. I finally let her hands loose. I used my knees to spread her legs open and rubbed my dick up against her wet clit. What was love making without the foreplay?
Her pool had overflowed and I have yet to fill it. I whisper for her to put me inside. She takes a hold of me only to stroke it before she thinks about herself. I couldn’t help myself and lifted my body up and enjoyed the massaging. She finally places me inside, ready to be made love too. Our bodies connect and this man and woman become one love. I delve into her nice and slow taking my time savoring each stroke; grabbing her ass the one I created, keeping my dick nice and snug on the inside. She moans softly as she squeezes my back digging and gripping me with everything in her. Our rhythm increases. Our bodies are working the way human nature intended…heart rates building…emotions lying in a vulnerable state, but when it‘s with the one you love it‘s worth the risk. We’re both working to be taken to the same place and together we’re gonna get there. I focus in on her eyes.
“I love you baby…I love you…I love you…”
Her face fades. I found myself awakened by my own voice. I was chanting I love you when I suddenly awoke. I looked on the side of me and I was alone. I put my arm over my forehead and just laid there. I was brought back to reality. She was gone.
“You lied to me after I trusted you.”
“I know and I’m sorry. I fucked up! But I won’t let it happen again I promise.”
“I don’t care anymore about your promises. You promised you’d spend more time with me. You promised you wouldn’t miss the last movie night. You promised to be faithful and that you wouldn’t cheat again. Well you know what you can do with your promises Trey? Shove them up your ass because they’re just like shit, a waist that I don’t need.”
She starts walking over to the closet. I follow behind her.
“Baby don’t say that. Stop walking away from me and look at me.” She turns around. “Nobody means more to me than you do. I’m sorry. I had a weak moment and slipped up. I’ve been regretting that shit ever since it happened.”
“You wanna know what I regret? Trusting yo sorry ass again, but no more. You fucked me over one time too many.” She walks in the closet and starts yanking her clothes off the hangers.
“Camille!” I grab her from behind.
“You’re not gonna talk me out of leaving this time Trey, so get off me.”
“Why not? You love me don’t you?” She drops her clothes trying to move, so I let her go. She looks at me.
“I do love you. I love you so much that I also make sure your house stays clean. That your clothes stay washed. Your dogs get walked. Your cars get driven every so often so they’re not sitting. That your stomach is well fed when you’re here along with you being well taken care of in the bedroom. To me the thought of even looking at another man I can’t even entertain, but I guess for you it’s not the same. You wanna talk about love Trey? I do all the things that a women should do for her man along with my own responsibilities out of love. So whose love is in question? It damn sure isn’t mine.”
“What can I do to fix things? I’ll do it…anything…you wanna look through my phones, I’ll give them to you. Whatever you wanna know, I’ll tell you. I’ll be an open book from now on. Just don’t leave me.”
“Sorry Trey. I’m leaving, so you can let me pack my things now or I’ll do it when I know you’re not here, but either way I’m leaving…”
There was nothing I could do that day, but let her go. They say you never know what you have until it’s gone and I guess that holds true for me. Temptation man, it’s everywhere and what did I do, fall into it again. I don’t even know why I did it. I had everything I could possibly want with Camille. She’s amazing, what I would call a “World Wide Woman.” Very business minded. You name it she had some type a knowledge of it. She’s a great cook, so I never had to worry about not having a decent meal anytime I was home. Anything I needed done she did it, without hesitation. She really took care of a nigga and what I do, fuck it up. I miss her. I miss the way she laughs and her smile. I miss her make-up in the bathroom and her countless pairs of shoes in the closet; coming home and her just being here. It’s funny man, I never knew how much I would miss seeing her car in the driveway. I gotta get her back. I have too. Life ain’t life and living ain’t living without my woman. I want to live again…with her…my baby…my woman.
Camille works as a real estate agent and I found out that she was doing a showing in Beverly Hills today. I decided to go see her and try to talk to her. When I got there she was with a couple already showing them around in the family room.
“If you two will excuse me. Feel free to look around and I’ll be waiting down here once you’re done to answer any questions you may have or discuss numbers.” The couple walked off. Camille came over to me. She pulled me in the garage. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m interested in buying another house. This how you treat all ya customers?”
“Not funny Trey. I don’t mess with your shows so don’t mess around with mine.”
“Look, I’m not here to fuck up anything you tryna do. I just wanna talk to you. Do you have any other appointments coming in after they leave?”
“No! But we have nothing to discuss.”
“Can you just hear me out please? One short conversation.”
“I’ll let you go head and tend to ya business. I’ll just look around until they leave.”
“No! You stay put over in the office.”
When we walked out of the garage the couple called Camille over to the kitchen. A few seconds later she looks over at me and smiles.
“Trey! Can you come over here for a minute please?” When I get over there she wants to introduce me to them. “Trey I have Rob and Tica Bryant here who are fans and wanted to meet you.”
“Oh hey, how y’all doing?” I shake their hands. Then Tica says something to me.
“So do we have some competition with this house?”
“Oh nah! Camille’s a close friend of mine. I just came through to say hi and check out the place since she says I just gotta see it.”
“Well it is a nice place from what we’ve seen so far. Right honey?”
“Yeah it’s alright. I’m digging it.” said Rob.
“Well if you two are done looking down here I’d love to show you around upstairs.” said Camille.
“Lead the way.” Tica responded. “Trey are you coming upstairs to see it too?” Camille gave me a subtle annoyed look. I don’t think she wanted me to tag along.
“I really don’t wanna intrude on you guys’ time together looking around…”
“Really man it’s cool.” said Rob. I could tell my man was basically there to see the place and to write a check if he liked it. He didn’t really care about all the details he just wanted to make his girl happy.
“A’ight then sure I’ll come up.” Camille showed them the rest of the rooms and explained all the features and niceties of the home. They took some paperwork and told Camille they would be in touch. She was sitting at the desk in the office crunching numbers on a calculator after they left. I sat in the chair in front of it.
“Okay Trey, I have a lot to do before I lock this house up and get out of here. What do you want?”
“I want you to come back and give me another chance.”
“I thought I told you already that it was over.”
“I know whatchu said, but I don’t want it to be over. Camille ever since you’ve left, my heart is empty just like this house. You’re the only one I want to occupy its space. Baby I’m lonely without you.” She stops pushing buttons and finally looks at me.
“All your words sound nice Trey, but they’ve come too late. I didn’t deserve to be cheated on. You did it once that I knew of and I forgave you. But then you turned around and did it again. I’m also tired of being unappreciated. You think my world spins around you and you can just hurt me time and time again because I care? You think just because you show up to my place of work, apologize and say all the right things that I’m gonna be that naive and change my mind?”
“No! I would never think that about you, but I gotta start somewhere. Camille I know it’s not gonna be that easy. All I’m asking for is another chance. A chance to prove to you that I’m worthy again. We can take it as slow as you want to. Baby I know I gotta earn your trust again and if you let me I will. I just want the opportunity.”
“You should of thought about all of this before you “slipped up”, so you say. Do you think I just give my heart to anyone? I gave it to you…twice, but you didn’t cherish it. You didn’t cherish me, because if you did you wouldn’t have made promises that you couldn’t keep and you wouldn’t have cheated again Trey. You knew how hurt I was the first time it happened and you promised me that I’d be able to trust you again. What did I do…gave you another chance, because of my love for you, but now I’d be a fool to let you back in again, so I’m not.”
I got out of my chair and leaned on the desk beside her. I swiveled her seat so she could face me and took her by the hands.
“Camille I’ve never begged a woman in my life to come back to me, but here I am begging for your forgiveness. Everything you’ve said to me is right. You didn’t deserve my empty promises and infidelity. I was wrong for hurting you that way again. You are an incredible woman. A woman I should of cherished and not have let anyone come in between that. You’ve done so much for me, more than I deserved and I shouldn’t of taken it for granted. I shouldn’t have taken you for granted. Baby I love you and appreciate everything that you do and represent. I’ve never been more sorry about a choice I’ve made in my life…I know I fucked up, but can you at least think about what I’m saying to you…please?”
“I don’t feel like there’s anything I need to think about.”
“Look, I know I’m asking a lot, but can you please just think about it? Baby I want us back. You can take as long as you need to this time to give me an answer. I’ll wait.”
“You know…I already gave you my heart one time too many. You can’t have it no more Trey.” She moves my hands away. “Now if you’ll excuse me I need to prepare to lock up.”
I stayed there for a moment with a heavy heart. Better yet a broken heart. It was my turn to hurt and it doesn’t feel so good. I hated the fact that I hurt her like this and she wouldn’t let me make it right. She started gathering her things together ready to close up the house. I got off the desk and walked in the foyer. I looked around its space. I stood there thinking someone is gonna move in here with possibly a family, hearts full of love and a lot of happiness. As for me I’m about to be going home to a place that was once filled with happiness and lots of love, now replaced with sorrow and pain. I’m realizing that it’s not obtaining material things that make a person’s life complete. Not having fame or fortune either, because what good is any of it if you have no one to share it with. No one to help you out and to be there for you. No one to show you all the things that remind you of your role as a man. If I was being a real man I would of loved and treated her the way she deserved when I had her and wouldn’t have cheated. But it took a real woman who knew what she was worth to show me that, by letting me know it ain’t all about me. I ain’t nothing and can be dismissed regardless of who I am, what I have to offer or even what I say, because those are just words. If I’m not doing my job as a man by sticking to my word and taking care of a woman’s heart then how can I even consider myself to be a man. It’s because of her that I know a man can’t be a man…Without A Woman