His Girlfriend

Megan M*****F****** Kingsley.

Megan POV

The silk sheets of the penthouse bed lathered my skin.

Rolling over them, I spread my hands out beside me. Rubbing on its perfect feature. Opening my eyes, the morning sun shined in, decorating the room with its beauty.

If I wasn't so fixated on getting out of this place, I would actually be able to fully enjoy its serenity. But of course, time was of the essence.

Sitting up, I looked at the time as it was 8:45am.

Morgan would be dropping Monae off soon at school and coming to get me so I needed to be ready.

Crawling out of bed, I tied my hair up before getting in the shower. The warm water officially woke me up as I washed up, getting all the crevices of my body.

I washed up everywhere, scrubbing the last few days off of me. I slowed down above the cut on my leg.

My energy slowly faded as I looked at the horribly stitched job I did. It looked bad and it was hard to really walk on.

Biting my lip for pain support, I softly rubbed over it. Wincing to myself as it burned like a group of red ants biting you. I turned for the water, letting it rinse out as I did my best to support it. 

Turning the water off, I hung my rag up before getting out and drying off.

Going through my suit case, an easy workout set sat visibly on top. Grabbing it, I slipped it on as I looked down at my hair products.

The urge to change my hair won as I grabbed them and placed them on the counter. I was craving a little self care and doing my hair fed that.

I dressed myself first before doing my hair, cutting and coloring it. I took my time, making sure the dye was correctly placed.

Adding some color to it because why not? Putting color in your hair had a way of making you feel brand new, it had a way of making you feel exotic.

Lord knows I needed to feel something besides the old Megan.

Doing my hair the many ways I did it was therapeutic for me.

Doing my hair right now was very therapeutic. it was helping me get over what I have been stressing for so long. It was clouding my mind from thinking about Trey's antics. 

It kept my mind from thinking about how bad that argument was the last time I saw him. Our last encounter was vile and full of hatred and the better half of my heart felt bad for it.

I felt bad for how things ended and how I quit without telling him. I mean professionally you are suppose to let your boss know 2 weeks in advance.

But that wasn't the case with us, we had grown our relationship outside of its professional limit and maybe that was were we went wrong.

However it was too late now, there was no turning back.

I finally finished my hair, flat ironing it carefully. I took a few happy photos of myself, feeling good with the outcome. Turning the lights off, I cleaned up the bathroom and packed my bags for Morgan's arrival.

Looking over at the time my phone buzzed at the same time her text appeared at the top of my screen.

Morgan: got called into work for an emergency 😩, can you hold out until im off tonight?" it read as I sighed.

Time was precious but I completely understood.

Me: Yeah, we can grab dinner." I texted back. She sent me a kissy face and I sighed again as I placed my phone down. I was eager to get out and go off the grid, Morgan getting called into work hindered that but I wasn't going to fret, I was going to flow with life's choices.