Left on the Floor

~Chapter Fifteen~

*Trey's POV*

I stretched my arms across the bed and realized that the body that held it's place last night was empty. I slowly sat up in my lowly lit room and heard sniffling coming from my bathroom.

"Chy?" I called out.

"Yeah?" She responded after a few seconds.

I slowly pushed open the door and saw her sitting on the side of the tub with her hands in her face.

"What's wrong babe?" I asked once I say next to her.

After a few minutes she still hadn't answered me.

"Cheyenne...?" I grabbed her hands off her face and pulled her into my lap.

"We had sex last night..." she cried into my chest.

I looked up confused as hell. I know we had sex but I was confused as to why she was having a mental breakdown.

"What's wrong with that?" I asked.

"I was a virgin Trélin..." She looked up and got out my lap.

"But you didn't tell me to stop... I would've stopped if you would've told me to."

"I didn't want you to get mad at me again for leading you on." she started tearing up again. I threw my hands over my face and sighed.

"Cheyenne, will you calm down? If you would've said you weren't ready I woulda respected that shit." I was starting to get frustrated but I didn't wanna lash out on her.

"But now I'm on your list." she rolled her eyes and wiped her face with a tissue.

"You're kidding me right...?" I looked at her like she was stupid. "You really think I give a fuck about any of them other girls anymore?" I walked up behind her, wrapped my arms around her, and looked at her in the mirror.

"You know how you get when pussy gets thrown at you."

"And last night was the best I ever had." I said while placing my head in the crook of her neck.

"How many girls have you used that on?" She tried to walk away from me but I pulled her arm back.

"I've never used that for anyone. Well maybe my grandma..." I joked.

"Trélin!" She slapped my arm and tried her hardest not to laugh.

"I'm just joking. Can you relax a little now and stop stressing. I meant what I said when I said you were mine." I picked her up and placed her on the counter.

"Promise?"

"On everything I love." I pulled her face to mine and gave her a long reassuring kiss.

"You have a mess to clean up mister." she said sternly.

"What mess?" she hopped off the counter and pulled me into my room.
"Damn." was all I could say. There were empty bottles all over the floor, a hole in the wall from where I punched it, and clothes all over the floor.

"Come on, let's hurry up and get it done."

"How about we take a shower first?"

"With what clothes Trey? I didn't really plan on spending the night." she laughed.

I grabbed her and pulled her back to the bathroom. "Come on, stop whining." I started the shower and asked Chy to get us towels and rags. As she walked away, I noticed her limp for the first time and laughed to myself.

"What's so funny?"

"Daddy put in work last night." I grinned.

"Shut up, you weren't even that good."