His Girlfriend

Feelings Of Oblivion

Megan POV

??: Mr. Davidson, how does it feel to be the second richest man in the world?"

Trey:..it feels..abundant."

Trey: I have never felt more free then I do now." he smirked.

??: Do you have any regrets?"

Trey: regrets? No." he chuckled.

Trey: Mistakes, Yes. But as far as me regretting anything, No. I have none." he said nonchalantly.

??:..not even your wife?" he asked. The smile on his face faded as the many reporters stood there waiting for his response. The flashes of cameras continued as I stood gracefully behind his podium.

...It had been a month since Renee attacked me.  A month since me and Trey...

From the moment he swore me to secrecy the overwhelming guilt burdened my chest heavy.

It was still hard for me to wrap my head around it, to comprehend that I was an accomplice in a murder. Every now and then, I would see her.

In my nightmares, in my dreams, out in public or the streets.

It was like she was haunting me, understandable I presumed. I was the woman who took her man, her hierarchy and eventually her life. I would be haunting me to if another woman even had the audacity.

Trey on the other hand, if he was feeling a shred of guilt, he hid it well. Ever since he asked Ceelo to..get rid of her, he had carried on like life does everyday.

The next day was just the next day for him, he acted as if we weren't murderers.

He acted as if his hands weren't soaked with our defiling behavior. He never talked about her, he showed no care towards her, it was as if he shut off all emotion pertaining to the death of his wife.

Trey:..my late ex wife, I do share a since of remorse." he said as the room listened.

Trey: even though we had a very..tricky divorce her death is something I have not pondered yet."

Excuse me?

Trey: Renee was a brilliant woman. Her death as too all has been a tragedy I have chosen to keep to myself." he said smoothly.

Shaking my head at the lies that uttered his very lips, I looked down at my apple watch, thanking the Lord that this interview was only 2 minutes from being over.

Glancing over at me, he mentally asked me for the time. Throwing up 2 fingers, he nodded as he sat back and held the mic tight to his lips.

Trey: I got time for one more question it seems." he smirked as their hands shot into the air. I looked onto the audience as the reporters practically tackled each other for him to notice them.

Scanning the room he stopped at a petite young lady. She was being covered by a group of white men who were blocking the very sight of her.

The gentlemen in front of her could sense he was thinking about who to chose, they crowded her more, making her invisible at this point.

Trey: if you men don't mind, I can't see the young lady I want to call on." he called out. Their faces contoured with discomfort as the stepped aside. She fixed her glasses on her face as her cheeks turned a bright red.

Trey: What is your question Miss..?"

?? Nalani, Nalani Richards." she said softly.

Trey: what is your question Ms. Richards." he said confidently. She held her microphone tight, clutching it as if she was nervous.