I took a sip of my wine and looked at Trey’s fingers on the piano keys. He spoke up about me being the first to hear the song. “Then I guess I should feel pretty damn special.” A smirk sat on my face before I took another sip of my wine. Closing my eyes I listened to him play around on the piano before switching over to the original melody. I had to admit the sounds coming from the piano sounded beautiful. Trey began singing and I listened to the lyrics as he sung analyzing them for deeper meaning. Opening my eyes I turned to see Trey looking at me. “It’s not about sex it’s about making love. I like it and I’m sure all of the female population will as well. It’s hard to find a man who wants to make love now days.” I said giving my honest opinion. Trey suddenly began singing acapella and I had to say Trey had a voice. He was a very talented vocalist. I had a feeling he would get far. It was just something about it. Maybe the passion he had for music. Taking a sip of my wine I wasn’t prepared for what happened next. I was being lifted up by Trey and sang too. I gave him a quizzical look. “Well aren’t you the romantic.” I said jokingly. I was careful not to spill my glass of wine which was beginning to run low. Nodding in response to Trey’s question I was brought to the kitchen and placed down before he began looking in the refrigerator.
Getting up I found the liquor cabinet once more and removed the bottle of white wine. i filled my glass halfway before putting the bottle back and taking a seat on the stool across from Trey. I picked up on Trey’s words. They were slurred which meant that liquor was hitting him. I sighed. I would hate to take care of him while he was drunk. Running a hand through my hair I leaned on the counter and carefully watched him. Macaroni shells, vegetables and sauce. A smile took over my features. Look like I had a good meal coming my way and Lord knows I needed it. I was starving. I hadn’t eaten since lunch and that was hours ago. Removing my phone I quickly glanced at the time. It was really late and I hadn’t been home all day. At this current moment I didn’t know which I wanted more. Food or sleep. Both sounded really nice. Maybe some food and then some sleep. Sure I might gain a little weight but that was a risk I would take. Hearing Trey speak up about a kiss I chuckled before getting up and placing a kiss on his cheek. “Are we satisfied now?” I asked with a small smile. Our eyes were soon locked and my work was being complimented along with her personality. “Well thank you at the least someone appreciates my work and I’ll try and do it more often.” I said with a wink. Turning on my heel I walked away from Trey with my wine in hand. I walked around Trey’s condo looking at the pictures on the wall and what not. His home was truly beautiful. I was a bit jealous my condo didn’t look like this. Hearing myself being address I began walking into the kitchen but stopped in the living room.
Sitting on the couch I removed my shoes and placed them down before entering the kitchen to see my food on the counter and a stool pulled out for me. Sitting down I smiled at Trey. “Thanks for the meal.” I said taking a bite. It was pretty good for someone who couldn’t cook. I ate the food taking an occasional sip of my wine. Looking up to Trey I noticed him licking his lips. “Food that good?” I asked laughing. His comment surprised me. Did he want me to go? “I am comfortable. I have food and wine. That’s all I need.” I said taking the final bite of my pasta. Her plate was clean and i was pretty much full but i could still manage a few sips of wine. ‘Something breathtaking.’ i wondered what it could possibly be that he wanted to show me. Getting up I followed Trey. He led me to the balcony and he wasn’t lying. The view was amazing. “Looks like I owe you five dollars. This view is stunning.” The breeze against my exposed skin felt good. It sent a bit of a chill up my spine but I enjoyed it. Looking up I noticed Trey was leaning in. He wouldn’t kiss me. He knew better. He stopped leaning in and spoke up before kissing her. I was taken back but I did nothing to stop him. I could taste the liquor he had been drinking. The kiss was broken and I looked at him. My expression said it all. “Tr—.” I was cut off by the male kissing her again.
Looking at him I had no idea what to say but then Trey spoke up. When those ten words left his mouth a surge of anger flew threw my body and before i knew it I had slapped him right across the face. “Are you fucking crazy? Do I look like these easy bitches you fuck with? You think after a kiss I’d jump into bed with you? I refuse to be another notch under your belt. And did you forget about you girlfriend because I haven’t. I’m not a home wrecker.”Running off to the bathroom I locked the door and looked at myself in the mirror. Running some cold water I splashed it on my face before taking some deep breathes. What the fuck was going on? Why had he kissed me? Sure we were flirty with each other but did that really give him the right to kiss me. He flirted with everyone did he think I was seriously flirting with him. I was just naturally flirty. He had asked me to stay the night. Did he like me or did he just want the sex? So many questions ran through my head. Running a hand through my hair I closed my eyes and took several deep breathes before reopening them. Removing my iPhone from my pocket I checked the time. It was too late to call Alicia to pick me up. Letting out a frustrated sigh I openws the door and walked over to Trey not looking at him. “Look it’s too late for me to call Alicia to go home so I’ll crash on your couch and be out of here in the morning or you can call me a taxi. Your choice.” I said looking at the ground nervously rubbing my arm.
Pause. Had I really just gotten dissed? My mind was in a haze from the liquor, but I still tried to make sense of the situation. Majority of the female population would have killed to be in Renee’s shoes right now, but instead she was pushing me away. Not able to get a word out before she ran off, I shuffled back into the house. Grabbing the Hennesy bottle from the counter, I drank the bit of liquor that remained. ’Maybe she just doesn’t like you.’ I thought with a frown as I watched her walk from out the bathroom. She wanted to leave and couldn’t even look at me. Grabbing another bottle of Hennessy from under the counter, I tilted my head back and drank while she spoke. I could feel that familiar burn but I didn’t stop drinking. Putting the bottle down after a few long gulps, I managed a shrug of my shoulders. “A lady shouldn’t have to sleep on the couch. Take the bed.” I admitted taking another sip of Hennessy. “Matter fact, I think I’m gonna leave.” I said, words slurred as I walked off.
Coming back, I had on a new jacket with a wife beater. I was also twirling keys in my hands. Taking my wallet from the night stand, I knew I had to go out and get my pride back. I’d be damned if I wasn’t satisfied. A man has his needs, right? Without a goodbye, I walked back out of my penthouse and to the elevator. “Where’s the lady?” The doorman asked and I waved him off. Walking towards the parking lot, I searched for my car before getting behind the wheel. I contemplated going to Sloane’s, but quickly decided against it. I needed a female that wouldn’t complain. ‘Strip club’. I thought with a grin and a start of my car. I was surprised I could even drive with the amount of liquor in my system. I just hoped a cop didn’t pull me over.
I was the type to be a sober sweetheart. Growing up without a father figure I vowed to never treat a woman the way his mother was treated, without love. This was the main reason why I was so tender. There was always something in the back of my head though, the fuse that would set off and turn me into a jackass. I’d drink and get a little too wild, fight, or treat women like dirt. With as much liquor that was in system, I wasn’t sure which would come tonight, and I really didn’t care. Walking into the strip club, I was automatically given respect from males and love from females. “Set me up a room.” I said, handing one of the floor managers what looked like an endless amount of bills. Nodding excitedly, “Of course Trey, of course. The finest for you, come with me.” The man said excitedly pulling me into a VIP room. Lounging on the love seat, I watched a flood of women come in. They either had decent faces with amazing bodies, or decent bodies with pretty faces, none of them measured up to what he wanted. More liquor I told himself, ordering a couple more bottles of strong alcohol. Cup after cup, the night was getting better. Lap dance after lap dance, I was feeling better. Randomly checking my watch, I saw it was almost 3 am. Had I really spent hours in a strip club?
Stumbling from the love seat to the door, I spoke to the ladies. “I’m sorry ladies, I can’t take all of you with me. I gotta go.” A hint of sadness in my voice made the women pout as I left the room and then the strip club. Not wanting to go back home, I racked my drunken mind for somewhere to go. After driving around for twenty minutes, I pulled up to a building. Knocking on the door to one of the complexes as I waited for an answer from the other side of the door. “Oh my god, Trey.” A female voice said wrapping me in a hug. Her body pressed against mine. “Sup, Sloane. Let me crash here?” I asked with a half smile and Sloane pulled him in.
I couldn’t believe Trey had come to see me. I had called him earlier but I didn’t get a response. I was a bit surprised but I was still happy.Trey sat on the couch and I instinctively sat on his lap. I could smell the liquor coming off his breathe. Letting out a frustrated sigh I whined. “Trey.” What good was he if he was drunk? Rolling my eyes I got up and went to the kitchen. Opening the fridge I removed a bottle of water before closing it with my foot and walking off. “Drink this you idiot.” Handing him the bottle I walked off in the direction of my bedroom. Sure I wanted to see Trey but I didn’t wanna see him drunk. I wanted my sober sweetheart. Feeling hands wrap around my waist and a face nuzzled into my neck I listened to the drunken male.
“Sloane, don’t do this me babe. I missed you.” His words were slurred.
“Trey, you’re drunk. It’s 3 in the morn-” My words stopped as I let out a soft moan. Trey was sucking on my neck. He might have been drunk but he knew exactly what he was doing. He knew that was my spot. Turning around I looked at him before landing upon his eyes. For the first time ever I felt like I couldn’t read them. Something was different but I couldn’t say what. Trey leaned in kissing me and I couldn’t help but give in. I missed the feel of his lips on mine. It was obvious my overacting earlier had been a misunderstanding between us. I was just being jealous but that only meant I cared, right? Walking to the bed I pulled Trey down with me. His body was hovering over mine. Diving in I kissed him. It was obvious we were were gonna have a good night.