“Where the fuck are you going?” Trey barked as he followed her down the stairs.
“Don’t worry about me Tremaine. I’m a grown ass woman. I’m good.” Kelly’s voice was cold as she continued heading to the front door.
She was using his first name, which meant one of the two things: she was pissed, or he was seriously laying it down. Clearly, it was the former because not even Trey’s skilled tongue, or slow sensual strokes could make her anger subside.
“You’re not leaving, Kelendria.” If she wanted to play the name game, he would gladly oblige. Grabbing her wrist, he turned her around, stopping her in her tracks so she could face him. If looks could kill, Trey would be six feet under from the glare she was sending his way. Attitude radiated from her as her jaw clenched and she placed her free hand on her hip. Darting her eyes down to her wrist Trey stared at Kelly for a few seconds before releasing his grip on her.
Silence engulfed the two as they stood in the foyer of Trey’s home. He knew why she was mad, but he didn’t quite understand why. They had been having a good time together and in the blink of an eye everything changed and they were arguing about marriage. Kelly was dead set on getting married, which wasn’t a problem for Trey. There was no doubt in his mind that he wanted to change Kelly’s last name to Neverson he just wanted to wait a little longer. However, Kelly was on a completely different page in another book.