“Is this what you want?” Hailey asked as she straddled him.
He didn’t have to respond because the bulge in his pants said it all. She leaned down and kissed him with an intensity that surprised even herself. The heat radiating between the two was sizzling; enough to start a fire.
“Treee,” Hailey moaned.
He gently moved Hailey to another position. He removed the remainder of his clothes and entered Hailey in such a way that caused them both to gasp. Hailey inhaled and exhaled with each stroke. She momentarily forgot his betrayal as their bodies entwined reaching a peak simultaneously.
Hailey held on to Trevon as if her life depended on it. He wasn’t able to see her face from this angle. She wiped the lone tears that ran down her cheek. She rolled off from under his body. She shook him and he grudgingly responded, “Wake me up in the morning.”
She pulled the covers off revealing his sweat drenched body. “Get up and get out,” she yelled.
“You don’t mean that,” Trevon said smugly.
Hailey threw the covers on the floor. She didn’t flinch. “You have five minutes to get dressed and to get out of my house or else.”
He sat up in the bed. “Your temper tantrums aren’t going to work with me Ms. Barnes.”
Hailey stormed out of the room. She was pissed for letting him get to her like he had. She went to the bathroom and put on a robe to cover her naked body. She grabbed her phone and went back into the room. To her relief, he was dressing. She threw the phone on the bed.
She folded her arms and tapped her foot. “Two minutes left,” she responded.
He looked at her with his piercing brown eyes. “Things don’t have to end like this.”
“You’ve made your decision and I’ve made mine.”
He reached for her before exiting the room. She never unfolded her arms. She rolled her eyes when he hugged her. “I’ll always love you.” He kissed her on the forehead.
“I love me too. Now go,” she responded.
Trevon looked at her one last time before walking out the front door. Hailey picked up the first thing she could find and threw it at the door. Hailey felt her heart splatter as the three hundred dollar porcelain vase splattered everywhere.
***
“Yes baby, that’s the spot. Don’t stop,” Garrett moaned at the same time his cell phone rang. The ring tone indicated it was Trevon. “Whatever you do, don’t stop.”
Garrett answered the phone in between strokes. “This better be good. Yes, that’s it.”
“Did I catch you at a bad time?”
“Man, talk or I’m hanging up.”
“Hailey kicked me out.”
“You interrupted me to talk about that mess.” Garrett didn’t wait for a response. He hung the phone up on his friend right before his body gave in to an orgasm that had him and his bed partner moaning each other’s names.
“I hate for this to end,” Shareeka Johnson said, as she wrapped her arm across his chest.
“It has to.” Garrett said, feeling a little guilty. Normally messing with other men’s women didn’t phase him, but lately his self-conscious had been beating him up. “Besides, your man needs you. He sounded a little upset about something.”
“Screw him. He’s always putting work before us,” she responded.
Garrett didn’t know that she was Trevon’s woman until he ran into Trevon and Shareeka out on a date a few months ago. Garrett and Shareeka had been seeing each other for months whenever her man, in this case Trevon, ticked her off. He tried on several times to warn Trevon that Shareeka wasn’t who he thought she was. Garrett soon came to the conclusion that it wasn’t his business to disclose her indiscretions; especially since Trevon refused to stop messing with Hailey.
He also didn’t want to ruin their life long friendship over a woman. He had been knocking boots with Shareeka before he knew Trevon was her man, but Trevon wouldn’t understand; so to keep the peace he kept quiet and made sure Shareeka was kept happy. If he didn’t keep her happy, she would go find another man to screw over Trevon with. At least with him, he didn’t have to worry about him catching feelings. Garrett had no love for women who cheated on their men.
~ 3 ~
Hailey strolled into the studio wearing huge brown shades to match her brown leopard skin tight outfit. “Work your magic,” she said, as she slid into Mo’s chair. Mo was her make-up artist and on-set hair stylist.
He used his hands and undid her ponytail. “This here has to go. Looks like another wig day for you Missy.”
She removed the shades and Mo almost had a fit.
“Oh my. Did you get into a fight?” he asked. He swiveled the chair around and used his hands to accent the puffiness under Hailey’s eyes.