Disrespectful

Chapter 4

Mila

"I love the view, it's so beautiful." I admired the art work hanging on the walls.

Trey wrapped his arms around my waist causing my heart to melt. I rubbed Trey's head as he rested his head in the crook of my neck.

"This is how it should be." I turned around and smiled at him.

Trey smirked and bit his lip as he looked me up and down. I know he's eye fucking me, that's why I purposely wore this see through outfit.

"What you talkin' bout Mila?"

I rested my hands on his shoulders. "I'm saying it should just be me and you, I feel like a side chick even though we aren't officially a couple. We just fuckin' around, and I want to be more then that."

Trey raised an eyebrow. "It's not the right time nor place to be talkin' bout this shit." He whispered.

I sucked my teeth and folded my arms. Here I am once again venting my feelings to him, and of course he don't want to talk about it. Everytime I try to cut him off he always does something to keep me around, why am I so weak when it comes to him? I hate it.

I snatched myself away from Trey's embrace. Trey grabbed my arm pulling me back towards him. I folded my arms and looked him in his eyes.

"What?" I said through gritted teeth.

"Why do you always do this? A nigga just be tryna have a good time wit' you, but you always gotta ruin it and act like a-."

I cut him off.

"A what? A bitch?" I rested my hand on my hip.

Trey rubbed his head in frustration. "That's not what I was about to say Mila." He shook his head.

We both were interrupted by a short white man with gray hair, he looks very wealthy..if you know what I mean.

"Tremaine Neverson, long time no see."

Trey stuck his hand out to shake the mans hand.

"Mr. Wesley, how's it going?" Trey smiled.

Trey

On the outside I was playing my cool, but in the inside my heart was beating hella fast.  I ain't suppose to be seen in public booed up with a chick that aint mines. I'm the one who put myself at risk so technically it's my fault.

"I never thought I'd catch you in a muesum. Since when did you gain interest in art?" Wesley asked.

I tucked my hands in my pocket hoping he would change the subject.

"Forget the answer to that question. Are you going to introduce me to this beautiful young lady?" He asked referring to Mila.

Mila glanced over with a warm smile.

"Wesley this is Mila. Mila this is Wesley, a family friend." I introduced the two.

"Mila what a beautiful name to match a beautiful face. How do you two know eachother?"

I nervously looked down at my shoes.

"Trey and I are friends." Mila answered. "Trey I have to get going, I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow."