Part One of Two..
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Someday I'll Laugh About It
Trey Songz Short Story
Trey Songz Short Story
Stephanie knew nothing good would come from this encounter, but she had to go through with it. Something told her today would be a challenging day when she woke up and found out the flourist for her supposed wedding was charging her a fee for unused services. To make matter worst, she found out she had a pay cut at work because her boss was a complete hater. This moment was the only relaxing one she’s had all day. She was reading her favorite book, for the umpteenth time, and sipping on her coffee when her ex-fiance walked into the diner. Sitting down in the booth next to her, she bit the inside of her cheeks before giving him the once-over. She was upset that after months of not seeing him, he was still looking good.
“Shit,” she spoke under her breath, not at all wanting him to notice her. She spend many of her nights crying over what happened. A critical week before her wedding, Tremaine Neverson broke off his engagement with a simple “I’m Sorry” and turned back. She remember exactly how it happened - she had been sitting at the kitchen table of his mother’s house, going over the bills with Ms. April and calling making sure everything was set for the big day that upcoming Saturday. Tremaine touched her shoulder and she looked at him, giving him all of her love with a stare. He didn’t give her the same look back and she frowned.
Even now thinking back to that day, she frowned. His eyes were sad, and his expression held one of grief, giving her a sense of melancholy that she couldn’t shake. “I can’t do this,” he announced to the two bodies in the room. Stephanie unable to fully register what he was saying, just furrowed her eyebrows. It seemed his mother instantly knew what he was doing and she raised up from the table swiftly, telling him not to do it.
Stephanie sniffled a little, trying to hold the tears. She felt so embarrassed thinking back to it. So naïve to this man that she fell in love with after 2 full years of dating and a relationship. After she registered what happened, she tried to stand walk away, but he prevented it. She couldn’t stay around him, she didn’t have the heart to beg him to marry her. She surrendered her life to him, was willing to share everything with him and with that one phrase, “I Can’t Do This,” it was all over.
Ok, enough of this. She thought to herself. Holding a napkin to her eyes, she caught the first of her tears and sniffed again, promising herself she was really done with the tears. She looked over at him again and her heart rate increased. Tremaine had finally noticed her and smiled her way. She smirked back and looked away, rolling her eyes so far back in her head she saw her brain waves. Pulling the mug of coffee to her lips, she almost sputtered when she saw him walking her way.
This is it, the encounter. She wiped her now shaking hands on her light brown pencil skirt and hoped her hands wouldn’t be too clammy when she shook his hand… No, she wouldn’t touch him. Just thinking about touching him reminded her of all of the things they would do behind closed doors. His ripped torso delving into her wanton insides as she screamed out in pure pleasure. Hell, this would be torture.
“Peach…” The name rolled off of his tongue as he came at her for a hug. She told herself don’t hug back, no touching, but her heart reacted at first touch and she wrapped her arms around him. His broad back was felt through his dress shirt and she never wanted to let go. He finally pulled away and she looked into his eyes, his feelings always resting on his face. He looked relieved and almost… was that a hint of happiness? She tried to hide her wavering mouth with a smile, willing herself not to cry. “How have you been?”
She had to clear her throat to talk. Still a little raspy, she responded “I’m alright, taking it day by day. Making it better as life moves on… you?” She noticed how he sat down, his shoulders slouched back and the collar of his shirt hiding everything but a small portion of his tattoo. She licked her lips and tried to focus on something behind him. Maybe if she paid attention to everything but him, the arousal in her stomach would go away and the memories of before would stop evading her thoughts. He moved his position in the chair, and her nose flared. She couldn’t believe how opened she was. She missed him, still was in love with him, and couldn’t help that she wanted to stay around him.
“I’m ok…” He looked into her face and she looked down, not letting him see the love she possessed for him. Her heart was on her sleeve once and he knocked it down and stepped on it. She refused for it to happen a second time. “Look Pea-”
“You can call me Stephanie,” she spoke as she picked up her mug. Her hand was shaking and she hoped he didn’t notice it as he stared at her taking small sips of her lukewarm substance. “And it’s ok Tremaine, we’re passed that. Things happen, I’ve moved on. I think you should too. How’s mom?”
“Good, she asks about you all the time,” He sighed and licked his lips and Stephanie frowned, as her stomach did flip-flops. Why he have to go and lick those plump, extra juicy soup-coolers of his? Hot damn, she was in heat. She cleared her throat. “She misses your phone calls and visits,” he said, making full eye contact with her. “You know, just because you hate me doesn’t mean you have to hate my mumma, she loves ya’ girl,” his accent damn near made her orgasm. Jesus be a fence and snag her right on up out of here.
“I know, and I’m going to call her tonight and apologize. I let my feelings get in the way, but that’s my momma too. I shouldn’t be an ass about the past,” she picked up her book, and counted to three, prepping herself for her exit. The counting was to make sure her brain functioned with her nerves and let her walk out on shaky legs with her dignity. “Nice seeing you Trey, see you again some time,” she made sure the some time lingered on her lips, letting him know she would do everything in her power to make sure that some time was nowhere in the near future.
He nodded his head in return and stood up the same time she did. Awkwardly, he pulled her to him in a full body hug, and Stephanie almost swooned his body swallowed her. She smelled his Axe body wash and her senses went reeling; she wanted desperately to pull off his clothes and have the hottest, nastiest sex ever on that table next to them. She always burst into tears when he reluctantly pulled away from her. By habit, he held her for a few extra seconds and kissed her on the cheek, extremely close to her rose colored lips and bid her ado before returning to his regular table.
Stephanie grabbed her book and walked slowly to the exit, already knowing he was watching her walk away. She couldn’t help but to think about what could have been.
(Part One Complete)
“Shit,” she spoke under her breath, not at all wanting him to notice her. She spend many of her nights crying over what happened. A critical week before her wedding, Tremaine Neverson broke off his engagement with a simple “I’m Sorry” and turned back. She remember exactly how it happened - she had been sitting at the kitchen table of his mother’s house, going over the bills with Ms. April and calling making sure everything was set for the big day that upcoming Saturday. Tremaine touched her shoulder and she looked at him, giving him all of her love with a stare. He didn’t give her the same look back and she frowned.
Even now thinking back to that day, she frowned. His eyes were sad, and his expression held one of grief, giving her a sense of melancholy that she couldn’t shake. “I can’t do this,” he announced to the two bodies in the room. Stephanie unable to fully register what he was saying, just furrowed her eyebrows. It seemed his mother instantly knew what he was doing and she raised up from the table swiftly, telling him not to do it.
Stephanie sniffled a little, trying to hold the tears. She felt so embarrassed thinking back to it. So naïve to this man that she fell in love with after 2 full years of dating and a relationship. After she registered what happened, she tried to stand walk away, but he prevented it. She couldn’t stay around him, she didn’t have the heart to beg him to marry her. She surrendered her life to him, was willing to share everything with him and with that one phrase, “I Can’t Do This,” it was all over.
Ok, enough of this. She thought to herself. Holding a napkin to her eyes, she caught the first of her tears and sniffed again, promising herself she was really done with the tears. She looked over at him again and her heart rate increased. Tremaine had finally noticed her and smiled her way. She smirked back and looked away, rolling her eyes so far back in her head she saw her brain waves. Pulling the mug of coffee to her lips, she almost sputtered when she saw him walking her way.
This is it, the encounter. She wiped her now shaking hands on her light brown pencil skirt and hoped her hands wouldn’t be too clammy when she shook his hand… No, she wouldn’t touch him. Just thinking about touching him reminded her of all of the things they would do behind closed doors. His ripped torso delving into her wanton insides as she screamed out in pure pleasure. Hell, this would be torture.
“Peach…” The name rolled off of his tongue as he came at her for a hug. She told herself don’t hug back, no touching, but her heart reacted at first touch and she wrapped her arms around him. His broad back was felt through his dress shirt and she never wanted to let go. He finally pulled away and she looked into his eyes, his feelings always resting on his face. He looked relieved and almost… was that a hint of happiness? She tried to hide her wavering mouth with a smile, willing herself not to cry. “How have you been?”
She had to clear her throat to talk. Still a little raspy, she responded “I’m alright, taking it day by day. Making it better as life moves on… you?” She noticed how he sat down, his shoulders slouched back and the collar of his shirt hiding everything but a small portion of his tattoo. She licked her lips and tried to focus on something behind him. Maybe if she paid attention to everything but him, the arousal in her stomach would go away and the memories of before would stop evading her thoughts. He moved his position in the chair, and her nose flared. She couldn’t believe how opened she was. She missed him, still was in love with him, and couldn’t help that she wanted to stay around him.
“I’m ok…” He looked into her face and she looked down, not letting him see the love she possessed for him. Her heart was on her sleeve once and he knocked it down and stepped on it. She refused for it to happen a second time. “Look Pea-”
“You can call me Stephanie,” she spoke as she picked up her mug. Her hand was shaking and she hoped he didn’t notice it as he stared at her taking small sips of her lukewarm substance. “And it’s ok Tremaine, we’re passed that. Things happen, I’ve moved on. I think you should too. How’s mom?”
“Good, she asks about you all the time,” He sighed and licked his lips and Stephanie frowned, as her stomach did flip-flops. Why he have to go and lick those plump, extra juicy soup-coolers of his? Hot damn, she was in heat. She cleared her throat. “She misses your phone calls and visits,” he said, making full eye contact with her. “You know, just because you hate me doesn’t mean you have to hate my mumma, she loves ya’ girl,” his accent damn near made her orgasm. Jesus be a fence and snag her right on up out of here.
“I know, and I’m going to call her tonight and apologize. I let my feelings get in the way, but that’s my momma too. I shouldn’t be an ass about the past,” she picked up her book, and counted to three, prepping herself for her exit. The counting was to make sure her brain functioned with her nerves and let her walk out on shaky legs with her dignity. “Nice seeing you Trey, see you again some time,” she made sure the some time lingered on her lips, letting him know she would do everything in her power to make sure that some time was nowhere in the near future.
He nodded his head in return and stood up the same time she did. Awkwardly, he pulled her to him in a full body hug, and Stephanie almost swooned his body swallowed her. She smelled his Axe body wash and her senses went reeling; she wanted desperately to pull off his clothes and have the hottest, nastiest sex ever on that table next to them. She always burst into tears when he reluctantly pulled away from her. By habit, he held her for a few extra seconds and kissed her on the cheek, extremely close to her rose colored lips and bid her ado before returning to his regular table.
Stephanie grabbed her book and walked slowly to the exit, already knowing he was watching her walk away. She couldn’t help but to think about what could have been.
(Part One Complete)
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