Life With The Men I Love: Lies, Love and Pain

Chapter 27

*** TREY***

"Damn, baby," I said, throwing my feet over the side of the bed, the cool air brushing against my skin. "I thought you were going to break it." I glanced over my shoulder, catching her smirk in the early morning light filtering through the curtains.

"I just missed you, that's all." With a playful twist, she threw back the sheet, revealing her naked body to me, glistening with a sheen of desire. She crawled toward me, her hands gripping my shoulders as she pressed soft kisses along my neck. A low, involuntary moan escaped my lips as I threw my head back, surrendering to the sensation.

"You ready for round two?" she whispered seductively in my ear, her breath hot against my skin.

Turning my face to hers, I captured her lips with mine, tasting the sweet remnants of our last encounter. With a rush of adrenaline, I lifted her effortlessly, carrying her into the shower, where the warm water cascaded over us, washing away the remnants of sleep and igniting the flames of passion once again.

(2 hours later)

"So , how are things going with you and your wife?"

I leaned back against the bar, swirling my drink in the glass, its dark contents mirroring the turmoil within me. "She's trying to get the court to give her everything. I already told her that ain't going to happen."

She shook his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "I always told you that bitch was a gold digger, but did you listen? No. You dumped me twice for that hoe."

"You still holding on to that? I'm with you now, aren't I?" I snapped, irritation bubbling just below the surface.

"Yeah, 'cause that bitch finally got to you. If she didn't, you'd still be booed up with her ass right now. I see I'm always the second choice, your backup."

"What's wrong with you?"

"Does it look like something's wrong with me?" she shot back, her eyes flashing with anger.

"Your attitude's been changing lately."

"My attitude's been just fine. Go worry about your messy-ass wife."

"I swear you've been bipolar lately."

"Call me whatever, but I gotta go." She slid her feet into her heels, throwing on her leather jacket like armor.

"Where you going?" I asked, suddenly feeling a pang of desperation.

"I got a show tonight."

"Good luck."

"Yeah. Whatever." Grabbing her bag, she walked out, leaving me in a state of confusion and frustration. Not even a kiss or goodbye? Something was definitely up with her.

$$$ INDIA $$$

The show tonight was electrifying, the crowd pulsating with energy as I performed. Being on stage was the only time I felt alive these days, the adrenaline coursing through my veins like a lifeline.

After thanking my driver, I stepped out of the car, a wave of nausea washing over me as I noticed an unfamiliar vehicle parked in the driveway. And just as I feared, that woman emerged from my house.

"Goodnight, Mrs. Salvatore," she smirked, glancing back at me as she made her way to her car.

I felt my blood boil. That man cannot be serious right now, having that woman in my house. "What the fuck are you doing here?" I yelled, slamming her car door shut just as she was about to get in.

"Ask Grey that," she shot back, her nonchalance fueling my anger.

"I'm not asking Grey. I'm asking you."