A complicated story

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Melanie’s POV

 I came home to an angry looking man waiting for me on the sofa. Luckily his back was turned towards me, but I could feel his raging anger from across the room. I slowly shut the door, took off my shoes and started tip toeing on the cold floor. Few inches from the door, he spoke up, "You had fun?" The anger was very evidence in his voice. I stood there not keeping eye contact, thinking of any smart excuses I could give him. My car broke down. I got lost. Or tell him the truth. I cleared my throat lightly, "Ughh hey. Good morning." And placed my best smile on still looking pass him. He walked passed me making me to catch myself. What the heck? I took couple deep breaths and followed him. He was lying on the bed playing with his phone, but I could still feel the tension.

Not wanting to smell like Ashuan, I decided to take another shower. Don't get me wrong, I love the way he smells, but I didn't want Trey to know that I was with him. I took a quick bath, tied a towel around me and proceed towards the dressing mirror. I sat on the stool to leisurely put on my lotion, thus buying myself time. I could feel his eyes on me. He walked towards the mirror, dabbed the lotion in his palm and started massaging my back with it.

Don't get the picture wrong; we are not a couple, just two very very very close friends.

Trey’s POV

Of course I knew where she was last night. To say that I am mad is an understatement. I'm furious, irritated. Watching her put on her lotion, I knew what she was up to. I couldn't stop admiring her soft beautiful brown skin. All I want to do at this moment is to feel it under my palms.

I walked towards her, dabbed the lotion in my palm and started rubbing it against her soft skin. It felt as soft as a baby's bottom. I could still feel the spark between us. This was a good sign. I wanted more than just rubbing her back. I was lusting. I picked her up swiftly and placed her on the bed. I took of my shirt and lay on top of her kissing her. I looked her in the eyes, asking, correction begging for permission. A simple nod was all it took. I pulled off her towel and started kissing her neck passionately.  By now I knew what made her moan and what made her squirm in lust.

However as soon as my lips touched her sweet soft skin, I froze as if someone had dumped a bucket of cold water on me. He had slept with her. The evidence was right there on her neck. Damn damn damn. She felt my sudden change in mood and asked, "What's wrong?" Pulling my head down to kiss me. I turned my face because I couldn't hide the pain it cost me to know that the previous night another man was in her. Yes we weren't together, but I had hopes. Strong high hopes that blinded to the obvious truth.

We connected. We clicked. I thought that we were starting all over again. I rose off of her, grabbed my shirt n walked out the room leaving her in shock. I needed to get out the house, so I did.

Ashuan's POV

I kept calling her, but her phone went straight to voicemail. The way she left this morning left me in total confession. Did she think that it was just a onetime fling? Hopefully not.

Melanie’s POV

So far, this is not a good day. The mood swings of Trey were so uncalled for. I don't even know why he just left like that. Don't worry; I'm waiting for him and he has some explaining to do.

Ashuan has been calling me so much. I couldn't answer him. I just didn't know what to say. Yes last night was spectacular, but it was a mistake. It never should've happened in the first place.

8pm, no Trey. I tried calling him several times but no reply. Few hours later while watching A Haunted House, he came through the front door and walked to the bedroom. I counted up to 30, turned off the TV and walked into the room. He was lying down watching Martin. I got in front of the TV, and looked him straight in the eyes. There's no going back now, I said to myself. "Get out my way," he said lifelessly. I still stood there. "Since you want this one, I'll go to the other one." He got up to walk away, but I beat him to the door.