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Chapter Twenty-Nine: New Flame ?

SABTI POV

It's been a few months since I've been in the States. Nia granted a request to have Chris' visitations reduced to two weekends a month, supervised for all 24 hours. They've been fighting over Royalty. He wants more time with her but Nia holds things over his head; talking about him being a loose cannon and she can't trust his parenting abilities for a motherfuckin' millisecond. Didn't she know that when she laid down with him? I didn't know, that's why I'm saying it but still girl...don't go dogging him out like that, you let him nut in you just like I did. 

I bought a cozy little Bungalow in Hawaii for me and the girls. We're right on the beach and it's so peaceful. I got a text that Nia wanted RoRo, Taillow, and Kakuna to see The Secret Life of Pets, which was perfect because I had to do research for my thesis. I dropped the girls off (Clinton would get them in the morning) and I didn't get done until about 7:30 at night. I got in the car, drove back home, took off my clothes and dipped into the water. I like skinny dipping for two reasons: 1) Nobody can see me, 2) Nobody swims in the water at this time except me. 

An hour passed, and I was swimming back to the house when I hit my head on something. I wiped my face and realized that I was blocked by a huge ass yacht. There were people partying, making out, probably fucking, and smoking who knows what. I was so dazed and confused by the collision that I didn't even notice that my head was bleeding onto the crisp white yacht.  

A few minutes passed when I felt hands guiding me onto the deck. Seeing through my bloody gash, I opened my eyes to see people gasping, looking at me like I was some mermaid or something. 

Man: Yo, everybody continue having fun....I'mma help this lady, aight?

AN HOUR LATER....

I woke up, headache free and in someone's bed. THE FUCK!? In a panic, I grabbed a towel and was about to leave when I went smack dab into a young man's chest. 

Me: I'm so sorry!

Trey: There you are, I'm glad you're feeling better!

My jaw dropped. THE Trey Songz was in my face talking to me. I'm a fan of his music, and I know he's tight with Chris. We never formally met when Chris and I were together, but it's embarrassing to meet him like this. Bloodied, gashed up, and in the buff!

Me: I always wanted to meet you, Trey. Not necessarily like this, but...

Trey: Nah, you all good baby girl. What were you doing out there like that anyways?

Me: I always take my night swim when I need to clear my mind.

Trey: Ohhh, okay. You're...Sabti right?

Me: I am.

Trey: Oh man, I'm so honored to meet you! I love your artwork! When are you gonna restock for your store? My Mumma stays in your store, Honduran Rhapsody.  

Me: Just called in a shipment today. I'm in the States for another week with my babies before we go back to Honduras. 

Trey: Can I ask you something personal?

Me: Shoot.

Trey: I know you dealt with my homie Chris once upon a time, but how come I'm just now seeing you? 

Me: I've learned to keep a low profile. In between the arson charge and affair, I don't need anymore bad press!

Trey: I feel you on that. If I'm not being too forward, can I have the honor of taking you out to dinner?

Me: Oh wow! You waste no time, huh?

Trey: Not when I see a beautiful woman.

Me: Well, I would but the only priority I have time for is my daughters. I'm sure you're a very nice young man underneath all your fame and everything, but I don't have time for foolishness. Thank you, and good night.

I shamefully wrapped my towel and proceeded to walk out when he pulled me back and gave me a wink.

....Stay sane, Sabti. Don't be a hoe again, Sabti....