The hell?That’s not the big deal. The big deal is that this bitch, whoever the hell she is, has her lips on Trey’s lips. My man's lips. Do you understand what I mean?This is the same man who was telling me how much he wants me and has the guts to kiss another woman? It’s not a deep kiss but the hell?Please bite me. It’s still a kiss to me. You don’t get to make contact with my man’s lips and expect me to be okay with it. What I don’t do is sharing. He is my man and there is no debate on that. Who am I? Hail Mary?Really Trey?What is this? We are now playing with each other's emotions? Because if that’s the case, I’m so good at that.He pushes her off him gently and gives her a smile that barely reaches the face.Oh! Now he finally lets her go!“What’s up Amara?”Amara? What a terrible name? Is she one of his flings?“Hey Trey? Missed you. What a surprise!”Oh yeah! What a surprise! He is mine bitch!I roll my eyes and glare at her but she doesn’t see it. Her whole attention is on

I was hoping it would be Trey but it’s not him. This is not his scent. Come to think of it. It’s not his touch so I rub the hands off my waist and turn to look at who it is.It’s some tall, handsome guy who is all smiley. I give him a friendly smile and take a sip of my drink.This is so disappointing. I was hoping it was Trey.'Trey?'My subconscious laughs.'Why would he come here? This is not a fairy tale Isa.’She rolls her eyes and laughs.'That man doesn’t care.’ She continues taunting me.“Hey sinyorita?” the guy greets interrupting my conversation with my subconscious mind. I hate her at times. This is one of the times I want to hit her and shut her up.“Hey.” I smile and take another sip.“Vodka?” he smiles looking at my glass. “Two double shots of vodka please.” He instructs the bartender and pulls a stool, sitting next to me.The bartender pours two double shots and slides one glass to me.“What is a beautiful lady doing out alone?”“Just needed some drinks.” I answer and

I sit up and groan in pain. My head is killing me. I shut my eyes for what feels like the thousand time and snort in frustration.I swear, last night was the last time I was taking alcohol. I feel terrible. I don’t remember what happened last night. Apart from the stranger being yanked away from me. That’s all I remember.Shit!I open my eyes and look at Trey. He is leaning against the nightstand studying me intently. I look away fast, scared of his angry eyes and run my hands on my face. I need to pee. I need to take some painkillers and I need to throw up.I scurry out of bed and notice that I’m naked.How did I get here? How did I take off my clothes if I was drunk? How?“I said we should talk. Where are you going?”“To pee. Or am I supposed to pee here?” I ask with a glare and walk to the bathroom. I kneel and align my head with the bowl, throwing up everything I ate and drank last night. I feel dry. I feel dehydrated and even emaciated. I flash the toilet and sit. The door opens

TREYI am woken up by my phone vibrating on the nightstand. I groan in irritation and reach for it without attempting to open my eyes. I fumble with it and once it’s in my hand, I open the eyes slowly, cursing whoever is calling me.I manage to open them and throw a glance at Frankie who is still asleep and breathing softly. She is so beautiful. So breathtaking and the thought of how sweet she is turns me on. I brush her hair with my fingers and sit up on the bed, supporting my back with the headboard. It has been one whole month since I came to Paris. I don’t want to leave her here. I feel like staying here, watching her beauty, watching how her lips move when she is asleep, seeing how mad she can get; don’t get me wrong. I hate pissing her off but she is more beautiful when she is mad. It’s a complete turn on.This is the woman I want to be with forever. The woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. I will fight for her. It’s either her or nobody. That’s why I want her to mo

Okay.Someone help me get this straight. Amara is Aiden’s sister? How now? Am I supposed to live here with her?What’s happening? I thought Amara knew Trey back at home . What is she doing here then? Here with Aiden and he is supposed to be her brother? This is weird. Way weird than I thought.She sees us and approaches us glaring at me. I hold my backpack strap tightly and try hard not to glare back at her.This bitch wants my man, or rather my ex because this can’t work. Not when I’m pregnant.“What is she doing here?”“She is staying with us until she finds a place of her own.” Aiden answers taking my hand. “come with me. I will show you to your room.” He leads me down a hallway and into the guest room.“What do you mean she is going to live with us? This bitch is not welcome here.” The devil has followed us and is trying to make this hard.“It’s my house Amara. If I decide she is to stay here, that’s what is going to happen.” He snaps and takes my backpack. He places it in the cl