Lunar, after telling an unforgivable fib to bed her long time crush, embarks on a downward spiral of events ensuing her lie. Join her on her quest of finding love and happiness, all while concealing the truth about herself, and in the end making a l...
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Tremaine tilted his head back in pleasure, looking at the plain ceiling above him.
Flashbacks of him and Lunar invaded his mind in a large kaleidoscope as the female on her knees before him provided a temporary distraction from the miserable reality of his life; similar to the countless number of other women he'd had in his bed since the conjecture of Lunar's secret.
For the past two months, he'd attempted to conceal his hurt with sex, alcohol, work, and partying. He'd had more females screaming his name in the past two months, than he'd ever had in his thirty four years of life, and yet he was still fixated on one.
Tremaine was hurt, but his pride wouldn't allow his pain to show, especially to the woman who'd caused it.
'Girl, really.'
Today would make her 3 months pregnant and 18 years of age, and yet still he couldn't bring himself to see her. Everything in him wanted to run back, and forgive her, but the prideful Trey Songz; kept him locked inside his hotel room entertaining any woman with two lips between her thighs.
"Papi Trey?"
Tremaine turned his head to see his most recent conquest standing beside him with her hand held out. It was obvious she wanted him to join her in the bed, but something didn't feel right to him.
It could've been the fact that for he and Lunar's entire separation, he'd felt as if he were betraying her by pursuing other women, or it could've been that he felt bad for the way he'd left things with her.
Either way, the special day on the calendar, brought on feelings Tremaine wished he were immune to.
"You gotta go sweetheart." Tremaine's voice came out almost inaudible, as he sunk deeper into the chair beneath him.
With a small frown adorning the girl's face, she looked at Trey.
"But why? Don't you wanna fuck me."
Tremaine pulled his face from the palms of his hands, glancing at the woman.
If it weren't for yet another drunken night of shenanigans, Tremaine wouldn't know how to justify the 'butterface' girl standing before him.
Everything was decent about the woman standing there, 'butterface'.
"I ain't bout to speak twice."
Tremaine waived his hand to the girl and she pouted, collecting her belongings and exiting Tremaine's hotel room.
Running his palms over his face, Trey sighed.
On top of being on a three month national tour, Tremaine had been engrossed with vivid thoughts of Lunar, that he couldn't seem to shake.
There hadn't been a day where he hadn't thought of her, their times together or the mere feel of her presence.
