I M A G I N E S G A L O R E

Surprise.

A Trey Songz imagine.

"No, don't fucking touch me, Tremaine." Y/N said as she stomped through the hallway of the mansion she shared with her boyfriend of five years, Trey.

"I don't get why you're mad, mama." He replied, as he took his shoes off, slipping into his slides.

Y/N cocked her head backwards, folding her arms and standing right in front of him.

"I saw the way she was looking at you. Y'all were flirting right in front of me Trey." She said, not phased at all by his attitude.

"Baby she wasn't flirting, she was just doing her job and making sure I was alright, you know how long you be taking in them dressing rooms. I got bored and she just happened to like ball like I did, so we just lost track of time." He honestly confessed.

What Y/N didn't know was that Trey had a big surprise in store for her. As far as she was concerned, they were only packing to go to Paris for his tour, nothing more.

And the girl at the store was actually his planner/assistant for the surprise.

It was never his intentions to rile Y/N up but he was kinda enjoying it, considering that her reaction at the end was gonna be priceless.

Y/N, still angry, was in her closet, packing her clothes for the next day.

Trey walked into the ravishing space and sat across her on the baby pink fur carpet.

"I really don't wanna see you right now." She bluntly said, still continuing to pack.

"Well tough, cause all I wanna do is look at you," he stated. "You know how cute you look when you're mad m? That jaw always clenching, those big brown orbs give me these death glares that are so attractive. You're just really nice to look at." He said, gaining a small smile from her.

"Cute. Can you go now?"

"You still and at me?" He pouted.

"Yes, Tremaine."

"Well that ain't gon' last long..." he trailed off, quickly standing up and heading to the bedroom.

"What's that supposed to mean," she scrunched her eyebrows in confusion. "Tremaine!"

"Just wait and see..."

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Next morning. | Paris. 🌺 🇫🇷

The couple hurriedly walked into their 5 star hotel, ducking the heavy rain above them. Yes, Y/N was still mad, to the point where she wouldn't let him hold her hand. She was even willing to walk in the rain, just to avoid him.

They finally made it into their suite, the butler following behind with their bags. Trey said a quick "thank you" before he left. Y/N walked off to the balcony, taking in the Eiffel Tower view.

Trey slowly snooped behind her, lifting her off the ground from the back.

"Did I tell you how good you looked today? Look at you, wearing your Balmain in Paris."