"GET OUT!" Trey repeated, this time with a little more bass in his voice. That did the job. The room was soon emptied out and he was left alone with Demi, who had successfully stripped from her jeans and was now lowering the matching Calvin Klein bra over her head.
"Thanks for answering my texts," he hissed, watching her roll her eyes as she combed her fingers through her hair.
"So, we're doing the silent treatment now? That's fine. You don't need to talk. You just need to listen. I'm sick and tired of all of these half naked photoshoots, Demi. And you just let everybody and their damn mama come in and watch you do these things with no shame. That's fucking disgusting and I'm over it. You don't need to strip naked to be a model and you of all people should know that," Trey ranted as Demi dropped his hoodie to the floor and kicked it near the couch.
"You still don't have anything to say?" Trey questioned as Demi shrugged and touched up her lipstick. "Well, are you done?"
"No, I'm not. And I don't have anything to say right now because I'm doing my job, Trey. I didn't ask you to be here and I don't want you here either so you can go," Demi spat as she headed towards the door. "Oh and one more thing...fuck you."
Then the door was slammed shut and Trey let the corner of his mouth tug into a smirk. God, how he had missed her.
Maybe shocked wasn't the word to use for how Demi felt when she came out of her meeting with Calvin Klein only to be greeted by her off-again boyfriend, Trey Songz, affectionately known to her as Tremaine Neverson. Afterall, he had briefly been at the shoot but after they shared a few choice words, Demi had thought he had gotten the hint and left. Obviously not.
He was wearing a distressed olive green hoodie with a nice pair of his jeans, his fingers rapidly tapping away at the bright screen of his iPhone. He didn't even notice that she was there until she cleared her throat. Then he looked up and Demi felt her heart drop into her ass because Trey always had that effect on her. All he had to do was look at her and she was putty in his hands. As her step grandma would say, she was such a pendeja. Weak bitch.
"There's paps," Kelsey whispered into her ear once she witnessed the stare down that she was having with Trey. Since he wasn't saying anything, Demi turned on her heel to follow Kelsey to the shiny Escalade that had taken them to the meeting, but the sudden grasp that Trey had on her wrist held her back.
"How much time before my next meeting?" Demi asked, glancing back at Trey. He was still looking down at his phone.
"About two hours. But be there fifteen minutes before. I'll text you the address." Before Kelsey closed the door, she mouthed the words "be careful" so Demi nodded and allowed Trey to tug her towards his car. It didn't really matter if she didn't want to go or not. She'd never be able to formulate the correct words and he'd probably laugh in her face anyway.
She climbed into the passenger seat of his Audi R8 – apparently, he was trying to be subtle today – and crossed one leg over the other as she pulled her phone out and waited for him to start the car. Two can play that game. If he wanted to basically kidnap her and not say shit to her, then he could receive the silent treatment as well.
This was actually their first time seeing each other in at least a month. For the past two months, Trey had been on tour for the album he just released. Now he was on break before the European leg of the tour but Demi wasn't expecting to see him, not after their last conversation. And quite frankly, she didn't have anything to say to him. She didn't do anything wrong. If anyone needed to open their mouth and apologize, it was him.
Demi simply couldn't take the silence in the car anymore so she reached forward and turned the knob for the volume, letting the funky beat of "Location" by Khaled fill their awkward silence. Being an artist, Demi couldn't help but focus on the lyrics and she almost laughed at how much the lyrics reflected their relationship. God was clearly feeling humorous today.
