Tempting Forces

Prologue

Prologue: Bitch

 

- Lana -

I was awoke by the doorbell. I looked at my alarm clock, flashing 4:22 a.m. I sighed, closing my eyes. The bed was cold and lonely. Trey sure as hell wasn't here and I don't know why he did this to me. Well, it was obviously the abstinence thing.

I knew it had to be him at the door, who else would it be?

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and took my time walking to the bathroom. I looked myself in the mirror and shook my head at the bags under my eyes. I was surprised I'd gotten any sleep at all. Maybe my body was tired of staying up, waiting for a man who was never home anymore. I was fed up, but I had to remain calm. I didn't need the bad energy rubbing off on my niece.

Kalise's cute self was only three months, but she was growing so fast! I loved being an auntie, and I jumped at the chance to take care of her while my favorite couple visited the islands for their honeymoon. I loved her company, even if she can't talk. I cut the light and walked back in the room to check on her.

I had her pink crib set up right beside my bed. She was sleeping like a baby, but I knew she'd be arising before everyone in Newark. Against Jonathan's better judgment, I stayed in Jersey. I didn't think I could take him watching over me all the time like before. I think he needs to be with his family in Philly, happy. I was only a few miles away and we saw each other frequently.

I was tired of being babied by everyone. Trey included.

For some reason he had this idea because I wasn't giving the cookie up to him, I was giving it up to someone else. Nowadays, he really didn't give a fuck. Blatantly staying out, coming home high as kite and drunk as a pirate. I even found a box of un-opened condoms.

I wondered if this was on purpose or if he really was just that careless about my feelings.

The doorbell rang again, knocking me out of my reverie. I sighed, slipping on my robe to hide the lack of clothes I was wearing. Walking down the stairs, I could hear voices outside the door--multiple voices. One of them didn't sound so masculine, causing my eyebrows to raise and my feet to glide faster down the steps.

Reaching the door, I opened it, to anxious to look through the peephole. What did you know?

"Trey, stop!" The female giggled. I clenched my fists, watching my 'man' whispered in the older woman's ear. She had to be in her late twenties and could've been a model. God, she was beautiful. I think that was what had me so pissed off.

Her sinful red dress caressed her curves and outlined the body I wished I had. I knew I looked good, but I felt like Annie standing in front of her.

Her slanted eyes indicated she was of some sort of Asian decent, though her caramel skin offered the thought of her being African-American. Her hair was flowing in the soft wind, framing her perfect face. I rolled my eyes, biting my lip to hold back tears.

Trey was obviously drunk, and the unknown woman weakly smiled at me, looking for help. Because he was so intoxicated, I let her help me drag is no good ass in the house--and on the floor. He didn't complain, curling up on the carpet, whispering incoherent words.

I followed behind Ms. Red Dress as her red-bottom heels glided effortlessly against the floor. I was planning to slam the door, but she held it.

"Look, I'm not looking for trouble. I bartend down at Sensational, and he was a mess. He's had nine too many and I saw him staggering to his car and offered a ride. I couldn't let him drive with a clear conscience." She said.