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Bleu headed back up her walkway when Cariyelle’s words kept ringing in her ears. So, before she lost her nerve, she stepped out on faith and headed toward Trey’s house. She struggled with fear every step she took. Relief finally washed over her once she reached his porch, but just as he began to ring the bell, the sound of Trey and Madison fucking stopped her dead in her tracks. She’d never run home so fast in her life. Once inside, she locked the front door and slid down to the floor as she felt her heart completely shatter. Standing a few minutes later, she massaged her temples as she went to take a hot bath and get high. Bleu wished that she could forget this night had ever happened and that she had ever fallen in love with Trey Nichols.

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“Fuckkkk,” Trey moaned as he released his third nut since he’d arrived home two hours ago.

Once he squeezed the last of the cum that gushed out the tip of his dick, he cleaned himself up and jumped into the shower. He’d hoped that releasing a nut or two would help him focus and ease some of his mental and sexual frustration.

Not being able to nut in Bleu’s pussy and spend time with her like they used to do after they got off work and on their off days was driving him insane. Though he hadn’t become a total grump, he was real close to being one. Being in a situation like this was new to him. He craved Bleu. Just sitting beside her turned him on and comforted him in ways he didn’t understand but didn’t want to live without.

Other than accommodating his physical needs, his relationships with women didn’t normally go past a nut. While Trey did think he’d fallen hard for his ex, Madison Heights, back when they dated years ago, whatever he thought he felt for her paled in comparison to the potent shit Bleu had him feeling. Trey also loved Bleu’s ambition and her passion for what mattered to her.

Madison was an extremely jealous woman who was looking for someone to take care of her and lacked compassion for others and goals for herself. Which was exactly why he’d happily and truthfully told her that he was in love with someone else and sent her ass packing not even a full thirty minutes after she’d unexpectedly arrived on his doorstep after getting his information from a mutual friend. Not only had Madison not changed her ways, but she was pregnant by the nigga she cheated on him with, but dude didn’t want the baby.

When she tried to hint at moving in with Trey and getting married, he couldn’t get Madison out of his damn house quick enough. After laughing in her face, he told her not to ever come back and politely shut the door in her face before she could say any more stupid shit. Everything about Bleu had Trey in a chokehold, and he loved it. He missed spending time with Bleu and everything about what her presence did to his spirit. Thus, his bad fucking mood.

Trey blamed Bleu because he’d been miserable since he told her he no longer needed her help. They’d been avoiding each other ever since. Over the last two and a half weeks since their big blowup, they’d only seen each other out on the town, and even then made sure to steer clear of each other. Even when they were at home, they tried to avoid each other like the plague. Trey knew that he technically had no right to feel any typa way about her kissing her ex or spending time with any other man, but he did feel a way because he’d fallen in love with Bleu.

But now, shit couldn’t be worse between them. Things were ten times less volatile between them when they were constantly bickering, yelling, and insulting each other when he first moved to Pleasureville. The way they had been ignoring each other was killing him. He didn’t know how much the sweet scent, her body heat, the way she smiled, and her sex moans would truly be missed. And those were just a few things that he was dying to feel again. But what he missed most was them reading together and falling asleep together.

And of course, he missed the fucking and making love to her. He thought he knew banging-ass sex, but the minute he slid into Bleu, he knew that he’d truly been missing out. No other pussy he’d been inside of had anything on Bleu’s pussy. Tired of sulking in his misery for the time being, Trey threw some steak, lamb, zucchini, and redskin potato kabobs on the grill, along with some blackened salmon, cauliflower steaks, corn on the cob, and green beans. He’d decided to try meal prepping, and so far, not only was he enjoying having his meals already prepared, but it was a true time saver.

He was enjoying a couple blunts and the television show True Blood for the first time on his iPad while waiting for the last of the food to finish cooking when thunder cracked and rumbled in the sky. From the looks of the clouds, it looked as though his plans later at Moonie’s with a few fellas from work would be a total washout. Especially because their power almost always went out during extra-heavy thunderstorms. According to the weather app, some flooding, storm debris, and power outages were guaranteed.

Relieved that he’d taken the advice of the residents and purchased a generator when he’d arrived in Pleasureville, especially because the worst of the storm's damage always happened near the outskirts of town, Trey kicked his feet up on his back porch and waited for the food to get ready. He wanted to go check on Bleu and see if she needed anything, or if she wanted to store some food at his place just in case the storm knocked out their power, but he quickly decided against it. Mostly because he figured that her weak-ass nigga had made sure she was straight. That unpleasant thought, followed by several others, instantly caused his bad mood to resurface.

No longer in the mood to eat and enjoy the show, Trey got up and took all the BBQ inside. Then, he put out the fire and cleaned up the porch, the patio around the house, and the yard. While taking out the trash, more thunderbolts shot back and forth across the sky just as heavy rain began to pour down. He was drenched by the time he rushed back inside. He immediately removed his wet clothes and hopped back into the shower. After he got out, he dressed and finally decided he could eat. He’d just made it to the kitchen when he heard the rain beat harder against the house, and then the power went out.

When his generator kicked on a couple of minutes later, Trey made his plate, poured himself some fresh sweet tea he’d made earlier, and ate as he dove back into watching True Blood. Nearly an hour later, the storm lost some of its aggression, but it was still raining pretty hard. Between the rain and how relaxed he was, Trey slowly drifted off when he heard someone scream.

Instantly, he sat up from his slouched position, muted the television, and listened again just to make sure the scream hadn’t come from the television when he heard it again. He headed through his back door when he heard another scream through the kitchen window. His gaze immediately shot toward Bleu’s house. While their kitchens didn’t exactly line up, and several bushes and trees were mostly obstructing the view, he could get a clearer view when it stormed.

So when he saw a few flickering flames through her window, the firefighter in his blood immediately sprang into action. Losing someone else he loved would surely break him, so he shuffled as fast as humanly possible to get to Bleu’s crib. Grabbing one of his fire extinguishers just in case it was needed, Trey rushed out of his house and headed to Bleu’s home. He shot toward the back where Bleu sometimes kept her door open when it rained and rushed inside. Making his way through the darkness, he followed the dim glow from the candles, and the flames from the kitchen guided him right toward the small fire. Immediately, Trey began to help her put out the fire on her kitchen counter where one of her candles broke. Once the fire was out, Trey grabbed the broom and began sweeping up the glass.

“Thank you so much for your help, Trey, but I can handle it from here. I can clean up everything else myself,” Bleu mumbled as she reached out her hand for him to give her the broom.

Trey didn’t want to give up the damn broom, though, because he needed any reason to stay in her presence. But since she wanted him out, he gave her the broom. As he did so, he realized that she was ass naked except for her purple house shoes and that she was the one who smelled like powder and sweet melons, not the broken candle like he thought.

Trey tried not to stare as he washed his hands after she moved in front of the sink to wash hers, but he couldn’t help it. Between the way he’d been craving her and how good she looked, he couldn’t help that shit. Her perky, big nippled titties screamed hello. Her freshly waxed pussy was calling his name, and that ass looked so good all he could do was groan and bite his bottom lip. The candlelight from the remaining candles only heightened his desire for her as her silhouette and skin glowed even brighter than they normally did.

“Trey?”

“Yeah,” he said, licking his lips again. He tried to turn away, but he couldn’t. Bleu had become an addiction that he just couldn’t shake.

“I said you should go now. I wouldn’t want Madison to get the wrong idea.” Bleu strolled around him, grabbed a candle, and moved toward her back porch, where she was sitting watching porn and cumming on her vibrator before she went to grab herself some wine when the fire broke out.

“Why the fuck would Madison get the wrong idea?” Trey asked with his brows knitted into a frown. “And why the fuck would I give a fuck if she got the wrong idea?”

“Trey, please, just go,” she said, moving her vibrating rose to return to her spot on the couch. “I don’t have time for this. Go back home to your woman, okay? I appreciate your help, but I was busy before you came bursting into my house.”

“Excuse the fuck outta me for being worried about you and concerned enough about you to care in the first muthafuckin’ place. And my fault for interrupting you fucking yaself, but next time I’ll just keep it moving. I didn’t know your nut was more important than your life. But you got it. I won’t make the same mistake twice. Guess that weak-ass nigga that you wit’ now can make sure ya disrespectful ass is good now.” He shot back as he headed toward the door.

“Fuck you Trey! You—wait, what nigga?” she asked as she stood, confusion settling on her face.

“Don’t play dumb now, especially since you were kissing him on your front porch for all the world to see when ya ignorant ass was supposed to be pretending to be my fuckin’ woman.”

“Wait, I didn’t,” Bleu’s words suddenly trailed off as it finally hit her what Trey was talking about. “Trent. You’re talking about Trent?”

“Bleu, you know I’m talking about that nigga. I mean, unless you were out on your front porch kissing other nigga’s that I didn’t know shit about. If you were, maybe I dodged a bullet wit’ you. Didn’t know you were a hoe, but I got the memo now.”