Sequel to Make it Last Forever
Fast forward three years: Trey and Lashontae are still divorced and co parenting their two beautiful children. They've been able to remain cordial for the kids, but are they secretly wanting that old thing back?
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Lashontae
"We're landing."
I pulled my AirPods out one at a time and opened the window shade.
Sure enough, the plane started to lower.
"That sleep was everything," Steffon asked standing to stretch, "how long you been up?"
"The last few hours. I been working."
He leaned down and kissed my forehead.
"My lil worker bee."
I closed my laptop before returning it to my Louis Vuitton knapsack.
After leaving Virginia weeks ago, I made up my mind to try to see where things could go with Steffon. The days of allowing Trey to keep my mind occupied with thoughts of what if were over. I realized I was being stupid by holding my self prisoner while he was out doing whatever the fuck he wanted.
When he stumbled into the room at April's with all that extra shit, a light bulb clicked.
He thought he had me in his pocket; clearly, I was just another play thing to him.
That thought along fucking enraged me because I never took him for that type of guy. In the past, he always made me feel as if what we had was more than the physical although we did have an incredibly intense sexual nature.
All of the things that came with Trey and I were heavy and I didn't want to carry that weight anymore. Realizing that made me start to lean more into Steffon, who was making a very solid effort. He was extremely kind, handsome, and focused. He followed through on his promise to come back to Memphis after my Virginia trip and take me out again; that dinner date being even better than our first. Since, we talked on the phone every day and most nights. Last weekend, he even flew me to Buffalo to a kickback where we had an amazing time with a small group of his buddies and their ladies.
Although we were having a good time so far, I was still adamant about taking it slow; however, my sister had practically begged me to come on a couples trip that her and the girls planned this weekend. While I didn't think he and I were ready for that, she convinced me that we could use the time and opportunity to continue getting to know each other. Plus, I could get some much needed time with my girls. So, here we were, in Bali for four days with my sister, her man, and a few other couples.
Once we landed, Steffon grabbed my bag and held my hand as deplaned. Our things were loaded into the SUV taking us to the villa and we were off.
"Kinda nervous." He admitted.
"Why?"
"To meet your sister and friends. I'm sure they're protective of you. What if they don't fuck with me?"
The concern etched into his cute face possessed a look of timidity that made him adorable.
I leaned over and captured his lips in mine; slowly, he reciprocated gently touching my face as I pulled away and bit my bottom lip.
