[ii] sensational ↠ trey songz

Chapter Four | Sparks Will Fly

- Tremaine -

Jazelle left me, exactly 23 days, 14 hours, and 10 minutes ago. She hasn't spoken to me, tweeted me, called me, anything. I've missed doctor's appointments, not even sure if my child's here yet. She can't hide from me any longer, my brother's wedding is this Friday, and I'm the best man, she's also the maid of honor so we have to walk down together.

I went down my Instagram feed, same old boring shit, then I spotted Jazzy. She was only in a bra, sitting on Chris' lap and his hands were on her stomach. WHAT.THE.FUCK. The caption was: '@jazelle_evans: The only people keeping me sane ✊🌻🚶- @chrisbrownofficial' I was heated as fuck, I will kill both of them! My eyes were red as fuck cause I was so angry.

I grabbed my keys and headed to every place I knew she could be. Adrienne's? Nope. I didn't want to, but Hodgy's? Nada. Rihanna's vacation house? No luck. Where the fuck could they be?! I know they're not stupid, so they wouldn't be at his house...would they? I went over there but no one was there, figures.

"Danielle, you got a moment?" I asked, speeding down the freeway.

"Yeah, wassup?"

"Meaning are you free at home? I need someone to talk to."

"Yeah, come on down I'm here." she replied. We hung up and made my way over to her place.

She opened the door, wearing some skinny jeans and a long sleeved blue t-shirt. "Hello, Mr. Songz." she smiled letting me in.

"I told you, Trey." I sat down on the couch.

"So what's the situation?" she asked, sitting close to me.

"You know my girl Jazzy? Yeah, she left me almost a month ago, and she hasn't spoken to me, texted me, tweeted me, nothing. Then today I saw her and her ex-fiancé on Instagram, his hands all on her stomach...I just can't fathom the fact that she'd do something like this to me." I said. Danielle sighed.

"Why did she leave you in the first place?"

"She said that she needs to find herself. Also I have no clue where she is."

"Trey...think about it. You've been on tour for over three months. Then when you've gotten back, there's been nothing but arguing, don't you think she at least deserves that?"

"She should've gotten her peace when I was away." I shrugged.

"No, you don't understand. While you were away, 9 times out of 10 she's been stressing over you! Wondering if you've made it there safely, hydrated, healthy all of that. Men don't understand why this is so important to us." she said.

"Whatever, all y'all think alike." I said. We just talked about regular shit.

She was so intelligent and optimistic, I just watched her as she talked to me. I leaned closer to her face, grabbed her, and kissed her. "Trey no! Not like this!" she pushed me off of her.

"I'm sor-."

"I think you should go. This is strictly a business relationship Mr. Songz." she pushed me out the door. I'm such a fuck up.

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- Adrienne -

"I think this is the one, I really love it." I smiled big at my mom, Jazzy, April, Grumma Rose, Chyna, and Rihanna.

"If that's the one, then that's the one!" April smiled. It was a heart-shaped top, with sequins outlining the top, and then had the ballroom style toward the bottom. I love it, I think everyone did. I paid for my dress, yes I did. Mrs. Adrienne Evans-Tucker got her shit on lock. I would pick it up tomorrow, and it'll be locked away in my dressing room.