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haven’t. Messiah knew that Tiffany would never sleep in clothing, so he got out of bed, undressed her, covered her up, and gave her a goodnight kiss.
     
    Tiffany was sleeping like an angel as Messiah got back in bed and looked at her. He wondered if this is what heaven felt like because it couldn’t be too much better. Messiah looked at Tiffany until his eyes defeated him carrying him to sleep. It was the best way to fall asleep drunk or not she was the most beautiful woman in the world to him.
     
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    The sun began to spill through the blinds hurting Tiffany’s eyes. It was more so the headache she had from drinking that small glass of Patron. That wasn’t that watered down shit that you get in the club, that was the grade A brand straight no mixing. She was feeling sick as hell looking over at the empty space in the bed and she knew that Messiah was at the cleaners already.
     
    She crawled out of bed trying to close the blinds and as the light hit her vomit welled up in the pits of her stomach and spilled from her mouth all over the floor. Tiffany could hear Messiah saying ‘that’s why I tell your ass stop trying to be grown ’. Tiffany was pissed off because the way she was feeling, she was thinking the bitch Mallory spiked her drink with something. She knew that she didn’t handle liquor well but she was never this bad off, something was wrong.
     
    Tiffany managed to get herself up from the floor, she needed to clean up the mess she just made and get herself well. She was having major pains in her stomach. She didn’t care because she wasn’t planning a trip to the hospital. That was a place for people that were ready to die and she wasn’t ready to face death just yet.   The bathroom floor was cool under her feet; it made her feel somewhat better. She ran a cold shower and slid in letting the cold ass water detox her body by shocking it. Her body trembled as if she was in ice-cold water. She knew that this would bring her back so she sat until she had strength to move again.
     
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    Messiah was looking up every fifteen to twenty minutes thinking Tiffany would walk in the shop, but she didn’t.   He was worried and pissed at the same damn time because he had told her ass about drinking. She didn’t listen to him that was the only thing he hated about her being hard headed which makes a soft ass. He wasn’t gone go check on her ‘cause she made the bed so she had to lay in it. Tiffany knew damn well they didn’t do business like that.
     
    Ms. Anna came into the office with a frown on her face and Messiah knew that he was about to get it so he kept his head in his paper work like she wasn’t standing there.
     
    “Boy I know you see me standing here.” She had her hands on her hips now.
     
    “What Ms. Anna?” he was laughing inside cause he knew what she wanted.
     
    “Where is my damn baby?” she loved Tiffany’s bad ass for some strange reason.
     
    “She at home.” Messiah was acting nonchalant knowing that it was bothering him that she wasn’t there and haven’t called either.
     
    “What the hell you do to my baby girl? I will cut you about that girl.” He knew that Ms. Anna was not playing with his ass at all. She played all nice clerk when the customers were around, but when it was just them around she held nothing back.
     
    “Look I didn’t do nothing I am about to go check on her so you won’t be cutting on me and shit.” Messiah got up from his desk and walked passed her.
     
    She popped him on the butt, “Make me whoop your ass boy.”
     
    He laughed because she reminds him of his grandmother and it was nice to have Ms. Anna around.
     
    Messiah pulled up to the house in the 745 pearl Benz. Once he got to the apartment he began taking the steps two at a time. He headed for the bedroom and Tiffany was not there and he began to trip. He pulled at his hair and grinded his teeth “Tiffany, where are you babe?” he walked in and out of every room until