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with my heart beating.
                  I threw the phone onto the nightstand and got back up and walked into the kitchen. I opened my wallet and flicked through the stack of bills Sasha had sent me last week. The skinny bitch was not for formalities, she sent me the money and told me not to contact her, and she would contact me. She didn’t have to worry about me, as long as she continued with dough I would be right there. I grabbed my jacket and jeans from the night before then slipped out the door. Tavia was sleep and she could watch herself. I did leave her in the room with her toys. What could she get into?
     
     
     
     
     
     

7
     
    Minka
                  We arrived in Miami the night before, so I stayed at my condo. Micah left early in the morning to take care of some business he said he had to handle. He called me an hour ago and said to have the baby and myself ready. I was dressed in less than an hour, waiting outside of my condominium for his ass. He pulled up in his Rolls Royce blasting No love by August Alsina and Nicki Minaj. Naturally, because it was my jam, I started singing the song. He hopped out and helped me get Miya in the backseat. He helped me in the front seat. I reached over and opened the door for him, also.
                  “Thank you, baby,” he said. He reached over and kissed me on the lips.
                  “You’re welcome! Where are we going?” I wiped my lip-gloss off his lips.
                  “It’s a surprise.” He smirked and grabbed my hand then pulled off.
                  I could lie and say being back together didn’t feel good. Micah was that man that made me into a better woman. It was because of him I stopped messing around with married men and settled down. I wouldn’t have my best accomplishment, Miya, if it weren’t for him. I loved Micah with every fiber of my being and this time I was determined to make it work. Not only for us but also for our daughter. I want to at least tell her I tried it if things didn’t work out in our favor.
    I looked in the mirror at Miya sucking her fingers while looking up at her toys hanging down from her car seat. She was a priceless gem that I would spend eternity protecting. My angel sent to me to make me a better me.
                  We passed by Donovan’s vacation house; well I should say Milan and Donovan since her ass wanted to go get married. I just knew we were going there but when he by passed their house and went onto the next block, I knew we weren’t.
                  “Where we going?”
                  “Be patient,” he said, never taking his eyes off the road.
    A block later we pulled up to a beautiful house; it was the biggest house on the block. The modern architecture made it stand out against all the houses in the neighborhood. We pulled into the driveway and killed the engine. I sat there admiring the house, amazed at the beautiful landscaping the house possessed. Micah got up and took our daughter out while I still sat in the car admiring the house.
                  “Tell mommy to get out the car,” Micah baby talked with Miya.
                  “I’m coming, I’m coming,” I giggled.
                  Micah pulled keys out and opened the door. When I walked in, I was in awe at what I saw. The whole foyer had two running waterfalls walls that led to the kitchen, which was a chef’s kitchen with granite countertops and all amenities.
    We walked throughout the entire 9,000 square foot home. When we got to the master bedroom the room was the size of the condo I was staying in. The whole room was furnished in black onyx furniture, Micah’s favorite material. I opened each door and came across the closet that had all my clothes in it already. The shoe racks reminded me of something out a department store. Glass doors protected the clothes that were behind