Finally Yours | Trey Songz & Kelly Rowland

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Kelly
Tuesday, January 3

I haven't seen Tim since the party on Saturday night. He's been calling me  for the past two days, but I was too busy hanging with my girls to even call back. I decided to make a surprise trip to his house this morning, because I feel bad for basically ignoring him.

When I arrived at his house, I was preparing to park in the spot I designated for myself in his driveway when I saw another car already there, sitting pretty. I promise you, I have never seen this car before. Best believe I was suspicious. Maybe it's just one of his boys though.

I parked on the curb and walked toward his front door. I started to contemplate whether or not I should go in; I might be interrupting something. But then again, I'm pretty sure my baby should be happy to see me. If he's really a real one, he'll cancel whatever he got going on with his niggas and spend some time with me. Let's see.

I was about to ring the doorbell, then I realized that I have a key. Duh, Kelly. What are you thinking. I took the key out from my purse and opened the door. The house was surprisingly silent. I was expecting niggas yelling over the TV or drunk-arguing, but there was no type of noise at all. I know there are people here because Tim's car is right outside, along with the other car.

All of a sudden, I heard stifled giggles coming from upstairs. And judging from the high-pitched voice that the giggles belonged to, it didn't sound like no nigga. The giggles got louder and louder as I slowly made my way up the stairs. By the time I was standing behind Tim's bedroom door, the giggles turned into moans. I know I'm not hearing what I think I'm hearing.

Chuckling to myself, I turned the door knob, expecting it to be locked. The door flew open, and I let it slam against the adjacent wall, stunning the two. I smirked at what I saw in front of me. Tim, who was straddling some white bitch, scrambled to the other end of his bed when he saw me. The white bitch shifted her eyes back and forth between me and Tim, perplexed. Clothes were scattered across the bedroom floor. They both held on tight to the sheets that were covering their musty bodies.

"Oh, my bad. I didn't mean to interrupt," I said, softly.

"Kelly, I--"

"Naw, Tim, it's okay. No need to say anything," I giggled. "Y'all have a blessed day."

With that, I turned on my heels and walked toward the stairs, feeling glares as sharp as knives on my back. Knowing that I was being stared down, I walked down the stairs very slowly.

"Kelly!" I heard Tim shout just as I was about to leave. He grabbed on to my wrist and spun me around. "Kelendria, please."

"So, this time it's a Becky huh?" I sneered. "That's new."

"Kelly, can you stop?"

"Two days you didn't hear from me. 48 hours. And your dick couldn't stay in your pants for that long?"

"You didn't answer any of my calls. Fuck was I supposed to do--"

"I don't know...stop by? Go out with your boys? But your dick doesn't always have to be out, ya know."

"I'm sorry, baby," Tim mumbled. "There's nothing else I could say. I promised that I would no longer be unfaithful to you, and I broke that promise."

"Damn right you did," I snapped. "You know, all this time you spend being a shitty boyfriend could actually be used to help my career. You could be booking me interviews, shows, and studio sessions. You could be helping me find artists to collaborate with. You could've helped me promote my albums. But instead, I have to do all that shit myself. I have had to do most of this by myself since I hired you. People have told me that you were a shitty manager, but I was too blinded by dick to realize."