A WEEK LATER: EARLY/MID MARCH 2014
• T R E V O N •
I sighed heavily as I lay on my back in my California King.
Why do you like to torture yourself, Trevon? I thought to myself thinking about my decision to agree to film episode two.
"Why would you do that?" I yelled to myself sitting up in bed. I facepalmed myself scooting off the bed and heading to my bathroom.
I grabbed my toothbrush, brushing my teeth still thinking about everything.
I mean, for fucks sake the nigga named his child after me.
I don't know if I should be flattered or pissed off...
We haven't been hanging out like that. Here and there, usually with Megan and Jessica or something. I've been keeping a small distance. For my own protection. His too.
We can't keep making things more complicated. He just had a baby with a woman he's still in love with.
Their relationship is very messy. I mean it's crazy as hell almost catching up with me and Day.
However, his feelings don't seem to waiver for her, so...I'm just taking it as it is.
But, yet, I decided to do another porn with him...Why Tre? Why? It's not the money...don't get me wrong, the money me and Malik made off of that last film...Gahdamn... The fans of our company were hitting us up every day. One because a straight actor doing his first gay film always breaks records, but two...my idea really worked.
The people enjoy it. I even saw comments saying how they came for the sex, but want more of the story. That they were captivated. That our acting was good and that they needed more. That it made them more interested because they actually connected with the characters, so when they got intimate it made them feel something other than just...horny.
That shit feels amazing. My entire life I never had a clue of what I wanted. What I wanted to be? I never thought about it. I never thought my life would amount to anything. Then my best and I friend started a company. It's not the typical route, but it's ours, and we're making a difference. We're setting a new standard. Owning our sexuality in a way that does feel exploitative or not real.
Yeah, I'm on the right path. I know it.
I smiled to myself once I finished brushing my teeth.
I hope my mama is proud of me. I know she's probably not, but even the small hope makes me happy.
...
"Whur you at, Tre?" Jessica's voice rang through the phone.
"I'm on the way now," I said gripping the steering wheel, looking at my side mirror, trying to also hold the phone, turn, and put on my seatbelt.
"Okay. Well, what should I do til you get hur?"
"You got that list I sent you?" I asked, not properly focused on the driving and Jessica being on Bluetooth.
"Yeah, let me check...It's hur,"
"Okay, do everything on that list. It needs to be perfect. I'm coming as fast as I can. We need to start shooting almost right after I get hur. We want it later in the day, but not black outside,"
