His Girlfriend

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Trey POV

Sipping on my drink, I stared out the window of my office. Megan's liking of watching cars drive around downtown seemed to ware off on me.

I could understand how she got peace from this. Watching cars race each other to the same light only to stop and cuss each other out at it.

How they really didn't even know each other but had the most vile and hurtful words to spew at one another. It was funny to me, watching someone else have a bad day. At least I wasn't the only one who was having a bad day, a bad week to be exact.

The world for me really revolved around Megan and my baby boy or girl. How she was doing was to be updated to me every 30mins. I needed to know how she was doing, I needed to hear that she was okay.

The guilt I told you about neva left a nigga, it was sitting on my shoulders holding me down and leaving me speechless.

I was trying to wrap my head around how I had ruined her life. How the hell did shit get so twisted, so toxic. How the hell did I drag such a innocent soul like Megan into all my bullshit.

All my flaws, my imperfections as a man. How the fuck did I allow her in. I hadn't even changed my ways from being with Renee, Renee made it so easy for me to be this arrogant asshole.

She made it so easy for me to hurt her and still get treated like a King no matter what. My anger, my rage, I could blow up at her and she would still kiss my ass.

Megan was different, she was a different type of woman, a different type of Queen.

My angry blowups, my rage would not keep her. It would drive her insane, just like I drove her into a car.

..I drove her into a car, the mother of my kids into a damn car. I clutched my glass, filling myself up with frustration as I thought about that.

The double doors to my office opened as I kept my attention towards the street.

Bleu: Trey." he called as I kept my stare forward.

Bleu: You busy?" he asked. Frowning, I slumped my shoulders as I watched a red porsche blow through the red light.

Me: Na." I mumbled.

Det. Jordan: Good, then you have time to talk." his voice irked as I gritted my teeth.

    I placed my drink down as I slowly turned my chair to face him. He came in with that smirk on his face, hands in his pocket as Bleu gave me a look of apology.

Det. Jordan: Sorry for my sudden appearance, I needed to talk to you and I thought calling to set up a meeting was going to take to long."

Me: I thought my lawyer told you any questions you have for me you can direct to him." I snarled looking back at the window.

Det. Jordan: Yeah well these questions I need to come to you directly." he said. Flaring my nose, I took a sip of my drink as he took a seat on my couch.

Det. Jordan: how is Ms. Kingsely doing?" he asked as I smirked.

Me: I am not sure, I haven't seen her." I protected.

Det. Jordan: really?" he taunted.

Det. Jordan: with how protective you are over the young lady I would have thought you would have been to see her." he said.

Me; I get updated on how she's doing. But I haven't seen hea." I lied.

Det. Jordan: interesting well, I did not come to talk to you about the accident if that is what you are thinking." he said.