[ii] sensational ↠ trey songz

Chapter Nineteen | Exchange

- Tremaine -

I don't even know what the fuck happened. All I know is Jazelle left me and took our kids. How could I be so stupid?!

My mumma just called and told me that she's cutting off all ties with me until I get Jaz back, that could be forever.

You see, I planned on telling her myself when the time was right. Now, all my shit ruined, fuck. Mila called me an hour after Jazelle sent those tweets out.

"Did that bitch try to throw shade?"

"Mila you need to shut the fuck up and chill. That's my girl you're talking about."

"Don't tell me what to do, ain't my fault you wanted this." I could feel her smirking through the phone.

"What the fuck ever, bye." I hung up. She aggravating as fuck.

"Lord please save her for me, do this one favor for me." I say to myself, quoting my nigga B. Tiller.

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- Jazelle -

"Chyna like be honest, how did you take it when you found out T was fucking with Kylie?"

"Biiiitch, best believe I cussed his ass out. But I just said hey, imma let him do what he want. Ain't no hard feelings over here anymore." she shrugged.

I wish it was that fucking easy. It's been a week and I've been crying my eyes out everyday. That shit hurts and is embarrassing. To find out your nigga fucked not one but two bitches. I'm sorry for the profanity, but if you got your heart broken you would feel the same.

My mom offered to keep the kids for a week so I can focus on myself.

"Jaz boo, fuck this moping shit. Let's go out."

"I don't know Chy, I'm pretty sure Trey is feeling like me too."

"Jazelle Marie Evans if you don't get the hell up I'll kick your ass, now let's go."

I rolled my eyes, I don't wanna fucking go out man. But then again, I haven't had any freedom since I had my kids.

I went on my Spotify and turned on Sorry Not Sorry by Bryson Tiller.

"Young nigga young nigga, ya friends bad too then tell em come witcha. And we liiiike bitches with they own shit we don't like gold diggers. Girl if you don't get the fuck from me, I know you thought we had something special but you don't mean nothing to me, girl I'm sorry you not the one for me." I sang while curling my hair.

After 40 minutes of my music, I was ready. Chy was been ready, she was just taking pictures for snap.

"This is what Trey had locked down all this time? He fucked up." Chyna said, making me laugh.

She drover her pink G Wagon, she promised not to get wasted, so she drive us back home. She just wants me to enjoy myself.

1 OAK was lit tonight for some reason. Chyna went straight to VIP. I stayed with the rest of the crowd, cause I wanted to enjoy myself with some fans. They took selfies and bought me shots of whatever I wanted.

"I requested Freak Hoe cause you need to get loose." Chyna said over the beat of Milly Rock.

"Chy I'm fine, I'm getting a good buzz, I'm chilling." I held my cup of Tequila in the air.

"Whatever, let's get you dancing."

"Freak hoes, freak hoes. Freak hoes, freak hoes. Freak hoe, freak hoe, bounce that ass make ya knees touch ya elbows..." Future's voice blasted through the speakers.

Chyna started twerking on me, I was just laughing. I took another sip and took my turn on her.

"Titanic on my wrist, bad bitch on my dick. Did a donut in the 6, I just drove by Magic City!" I said while twerking on Chy, or who I thought was Chy.

I looked up and she was in VIP, taking pictures and laughing. Imma kill this hoe. I turned around to see who I was dancing on,  it was this beautiful lightskin.

"When were you gonna tell me who you were?" I asked.

"My bad ma. I didn't mean to come all onto you like that, but your bestfriend called me here. I'm Quincy by the way. Jazelle right?" he bit his lip.

"You're absolutely right. Nice to meet you Quincy." I smiled. This nigga was fine as fuck. I'm not gonna even think about comparing him to Trey.

After a couple more drinks and dancing, I blacked out.

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I woke up, staring at the ceiling. First thing I did was check my phone.

Chy 🙄👭
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Tremaine
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Twitter
@TMZ: Jazelle Evans and Quincy? 👀 @JazzyVS explain!

Oh fuck. I looked next to me and saw Quincy snoring so peacefully. He was naked and so was I. It's only been a week and I already had sex?!

I put on a silk robe and went in the bathroom. This isn't supposed to be my life. I'm not supposed to be 28 and out clubbing and fucking random men. I have two children I need to worry about. And forgetting Tremaine isn't that easy. I still love him. But I hate him more than anything.

I didn't realize I was crying until Quincy came in there to get me.

"Baby girl, you okay?" He only had a towel wrapped around him.

"No, I slept with you and I barely know you." I rolled my eyes.

"Jazelle, we didn't sleep together. We did something, but we didn't have sex. We were both too tired to continue. So chin up." he looked at me.

I heard my phone vibrate again.

Forrest ❤️🌲

It's Tremaine. I guess it's true exes change. It's been a fucking week Jazelle. Damn I thought you'd have more respect for yourself. I miss you. Don't make me have to come and get you.

- Fuck you nigga. It's been a whole fucking relationship and you cheated. I'm grown and stay the fuck out my life.

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👀 hello. I'm sorry for the long wait but I was debating on whether I should continue because like I said no one is voting, reading or commenting and that makes me feel like I'm not doing a good job anymore.

Anyways, merry Christmas. Happy new year! How do you guys feel about Quincy? 😍 You think Jazelle is moving too fast or that she's just fine. Keep in mind that Chyna set them up.

Until we meet again ✌🏽️