Born Sinner

"Amari, I know you saw Tremaine walking down the corridor today" Christelle smiled at me as she leaned against my locker lovestruck

"Girl of course I did, who wouldn't see his sexy trifiling ass" I chuckled getting my books out for class

"I'm just ready to let him slide all up in me to be honest, Mari"

"I think every girl in Petersburg High is too" I slammed my locker shut and made my way to class with Christelle.

We sat down besides eachother in Home Economics and got started. 20 minutes later, Mr Man himself strolled into class with that smile on his lips and braids looking too fresh. He is a beauty to stare at, I ain't going to lie about that.

"Mr Neverson, are you aware how late you are to my lesson?" Miss Cortinez stated

"Sorry, ma'am I was just sorting out something with the princple, It won't happen again" He flashed that millior dollar smile and she was putty in his hand. I rolled my eyes playfully at his arrogance. He made his way to his seat and as he walked past he glanced at me.

"You alright, Mari?" He licked his lips after the words left them

"I'm good, Trey" I rose an eyebrow wondering why he was talking to me

"when you gonna slide up in my bed shawty?" He asked leaning across my desk

I tilted forward biting my lip bringing my face right close up to his.

"Sorry, Tremaine. This cookie jar ain't open to strangers"

He chuckled and brought his face closer to mine so that our noses were touching.

"We'll see about that boo" and he pulled away and walked off

I shook my head laughing while Christelle gawked at me with her mouth wide open.

"Sorry,let me know what just happened please!" She laughed

"Chris, you know he ain't got no effect on me. He does it to everygirl anyways, look" I turned around to see him at the back of the class with his fingers up some girls skirt.

"I swear that man has females being thrown at him left,right and center and it ain't gonna stop anytime soon" Christelle laughed

"Why's that?"

"Didn't you hear? Well rumour has it, don't quote me on this. that he's been signed to Atlantic Records"

"Tremaine can sing? Damn."

"He's Virginia's next best thing, they say"

I looked back at him again to see his pretty face. Tremaine Neverson sings? I shook my head and laughed

"He''ll never make it, he'll probably just end up being a one hit wonder like the rest of these fools around here."

"The only thing he's good for is being a pretty boy."

FAST FORWARD 8 YEARS >>>

"Amari Walker, how may I help you?" I spoke into the phone

"We have a client here to see you, Mrs Walker"

"Who is it?"

"A Mr ' Trey Songz?"

"Bring him up"

I wonder what he's doing here. He's like the world's biggest R'n'B singer. I don't really take interest in any of these 'stars'. I have my work life to be dealing with. I have an successful empire that I built up all on my own by the age of 25. I work in fashion and design and I feature with all the big labels. This was my dream when I was in high school so I after I graduated, I flew off to Paris and I did my studies there and after a few years, I moved here to Miami but I'm still a Virgina girl at heart, born and raised of course.

I stood up out of my chair glancing at my reflection in the mirror.

Being the CEO of Trié Botanique, I had an image to mantain. A hair could never be out of place. I heard a knock at the door knocking me out of my thoughts.

"Enter"

My assistant, Jayson, walked in with a man following behind.

"Ma'am, Trey Songz"

He stepped to the side revealing this beautiful chocolate skin man with the most enticing dark eyes ever.

What's my name again?

"Mrs Walker, it's been far to long" He walked up to me and shook my hand with a smile that seem way to familar

I rose my eyebrow in question

"I'm sorry, Mr Songz. I don't believe we've met" Confusion hits me hard

"Please call me Tremaine"

All this is ringing a bell but I can't seem to put my finger on it.

"Anyways Tremaine lets get down to work; please take a seat."

I pointed to my large glass desk that over looked Miami.

"Coffee?"

"Black, please"

I made him a cup and sat it down on the table as he explained why he was here.

"Well the Grammy's are coming up and I need a suit so keep me looking fresh and sharp so I came to the best in Miami" He smiled blinding me

"There's no need for the compliments, Mr Songz. I'm just doing my job."

We tossed around ideas whether to go for a black or white suit, waistcoat or no waistcoat, bowtie or old fashioned open collar shirt? We finally came up with something that was designed perfectly for him, Conversation soon drifted.

"So Trey, what brings you to Miami?" I asked drafting up a sketch

"I live here, I tour a lot so I have houses here, in LA, New York, Virgina & London but my home base in here, you?"

"I'm based here in Miami as well but I have a home in Paris & Virgina"

"Where in Virgina?"

"Petersburg"

"Oh me too, I grew up there"

He sipped on his coffee and I looked up at him after he said that. I saw a sparkle in his dark eyes like they were tryna give me a hint.

"I'm sorry, what did you say your full name was?"

"Tremaine. Tremaine Neverson".