What's Best For Me (Mature)

Prologue

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Chanel

      "One more time." Trey said to me while standing at the door of the Fatima's and Jaren's guest room. "Then, I'll leave you alone."

     It was past four in the morning and I had just returned from going to see J. Cole with one of my best friends, Fatima Ward. After having a baby and getting married, she was overdue for some girl time so I had flown in for the weekend to do just that with her, as well as spend some time with my goddaughter, Kaiya.

      "You said that exact thing the last time we were together." I pointed out to him. I should have added that it was also something we had been saying to each other for the past year. After this time, this is it! Unfortunately, it never was.

    When I made the trip to quiet North Saddle River, New Jersey to spend time with my friend, seeing Trey was the last thing I expected! From what Fatima explained to me, her husband, rapper Jaren 'Jericho'  Young, was in the studio with Trey that day. She had no idea they were even doing the session together. I'm not sure how exactly that led him to being in the house with us, but knowing Trey, he was just trying to get my attention because I had been avoiding his calls.

       "He doesn't know your body like I do." He replied, causing my insides to suddenly feel unstable. And the sad part was, he was right! From the moment we first met at Jaren's party in New York the year before, he proved to me then, that he knew my body inside and out. But then again, I think he just knew his way around a woman period!

     When I first met Tremaine Neverson, the man the world knew as the sexy R&B singer, Trey Songz. I only expected one night of uninhibited, wild, freaky sex. In our first conversation, he told me that he was going to surpass my fantasies of him. I didn't believe him, but thought that his confidence was cute. In the end, he shut me up by doing that and so much more. Which is why we were now in the position we were in. The sex was way too good to walk away from.

      "You said that when I met someone, that you would back off." I said, reminding him of Troy Warren, the guy I had been dating for the past few months. My first real boyfriend, my first real adult relationship.

    "You can't even look at me." He replied with a smirk now on his face. His voice had dropped even lower. He now sounded like one of his R&B songs, his voice oozed sex. I could feel his eyes scaling up and down the length of me. Which was the reason I couldn't look at him!

       Standing in front of my door in just a black tank top and sweats, I knew looking at him would only make me weak. As bad as I wanted Trey, I had a man and I didn't want to be that girl that cheated on a nice guy.

        "All I can think about right now is you getting yo sexy ass up on the edge of that bed and tasting you." He nodded past me towards the bed.

       I swallowed hard. The visual he had just described was not helping me in my quest at the moment, with trying to be a faithful girlfriend. Don't look at him and don't think about how good his tongue feels sliding up and down your clit. I gave myself an internal pep talk.

      "Does he know that your favorite position is the leg wrap?" Trey continued when I didn't say anything. He even had the nerve to take a step forward until he was looking down, directly in my face, forcing my eyes to meet his. "Does he know that you like it sideways, with the dick curving inside of you until it reaches your g-spot?"