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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Trey
I walked in the house that night on one mission. It wasn't in my plans to be in Virginia, but after a last minute four hour flight on the PJ, here I was.
I needed answers, now.
Not having the time for the elevator, I took the stairs to find Tae. Eventually, I landed in our bathroom where she stood in nothing but a towel and wet hair looking perplexed.
It pissed me off that she looked this good and turned me on. When she turned my way, she jumped.
"Hey, what...what are you doing here? I thought you were in LA?"
She started walking towards me but stopped when she noticed my demeanor.
"Trey, what's wrong?"
"Why Steffon Diggs know where I live, one," I asked closing the distance between us myself, "and two, why he sending you flowers?"
She legit looked frightened as she studied my face.
"How does we know where we live?" I pressed walking closer.
"I don't know." She mumbled taking a step backward.
"Tae, don't fucking play with me."
"I don't," she replied desperately, "I haven't talked to him..."
"You mean since you called him after you got the flowers."
Her eyes closed as she slightly chuckled sarcastically.
"Why are you niggas stalking me like this..." she tried to lighten the moment with humor.
"Yo, Tae Heck..." I started.
She sighed and grabbed my hand.
"Can you calm down? You come in here on this type of time instead of just talking to me? You could've called."
"You keep playing with me and this shit going left, for real." I warned as I snatched away.
Her eyes became enlarged.
"What that mean? What you bout to do?" She replied with a raised eyebrow.
I closed my eyes to regroup.
"Tell me why he knows where we live and how he knows what kind of flowers to get." I said leaning against the bathroom wall.
She looked at me and shook her head before sighing.
"He wouldn't tell me how he got the address, I asked. I did tell him not to send shit else here and to be respectful. I handled it, see?" She explained tying the towel securely.
