A complicated story

Roommates Part 2

Happy Thanksgiving everyone. My family and I had the best dinner ever that I made all by myself (ok maybe not the turkey). How was your Thanksgiving? Since I'm on break, I'm going to post at least 3 parts. A gift from me to you. Enjoy!! In the next part, there will be a sexual part, so please be ware my young readers.***********************************************************************************************

ASHUAN'S POV

What game was she playing now? Going out looking like a woman who is single and looking for a hot date to hook up with. I couldn't believe she never wore that dress for me before. She looked stunning. Beautiful. Then I couldn’t help but speculate over this question that troubles me: why did she move all her things into the guest room? I wanted to knock at her door and demand answer, but I couldn't. I hated what was going on. I didn't mean to kiss Nicki, it just happened when I saw her. I wanted her to feel what I felt when I heard she was meeting with De. Although I could've prevented myself, I didn't. I was angry. Mad that she was with him. When I received that call, I got crazy. It felt as if a monster wanted to rise to surface and take control over my actions. I knew I was wrong, but how could I explain it to her.

I couldn't sleep. I kept wondering where she had gone. Who she went to see? I wanted answers, damn it. Unfortunately though, I knew I wouldn't get any, not at this moment anyways.

I woke up early, hoping she would be up. I made a cup of coffee and sat on the stool, thinking. I know we had fights before, but they were never this intense. One could probably take a knife and cut through the intensity. I was losing my mind. Few minutes later, she came into the kitchen, wearing red beautiful lingerie with a mini night gown over it. Man, she was taunting me. I tried not to look at her, but I couldn't. She grabbed a cup of coffee and went back to her room. I felt like crying, not that I would ever admit it to her. This was very hard for me. I grabbed my keys and went out for a drive, hoping to cool off.

MELANIE'S POV

It's really hard trying to pull this off. Every time I see him, my heart beats faster. I try to forgive him, but I always go back to that afternoon with Nicki. I don't want to hold that against him forever, but I wanted him to really know and understand how I felt. He's not the only one suffering, I was too.

I have to admit, it does feel good not worrying about someone else. I could do whatever I wanted. Temporarily of course. I freshened up and went out to grab lunch. I didn't have to cook anything. After lunch, I ran into Trey again. He told me that he thought about my situation. "Mel, I want you to be happy. Stop playing hide and seek with this man." He said in an earnest tone. "It's not a game; I'm just teaching him a lesson." "Are you teaching yourself as well?" I was puzzled. "Meaning?" "You act as if you're happy, but inside you're really not. We may not have seen each other in years, but you're still the same. Mel, I know you more than anyone else." "Look Trey, I respect you, trust me, but you know nothing about me. The little girl you once knew has become a woman." "You're right, I'm sorry. I'm going away this weekend, so what about we spend the day together?" "After getting on my nerves, you wanna make up?" "I'm sorry, sooo what do you say?" "My place at two." "Good, I'll be there. You look amazing Mel." "Oh stop it, I'll see you then." "Ok, until two my queen." He kissed me on the cheeks.

At exactly two, the doorbell rang; standing there was none other than Tremaine Jackson himself, with PS3, XBOX 360, WII, and other games. 'I guess I'm not the only one who didn't change.' "Yes, can I help you?" "I'm looking for a Miss Melanie." "I'm sorry sir; we have lots of Melanies here, could you be more specific please?" "I'm looking for....if you don't let me in, I'm about to drop all these games on those precious toes of yours." "Oh no sir, please do come in," I said in my fake British accent. We started laughing and walked into my room.