he got to the bathroom.
He found her sleep in the tub and for a minute he thought that she had tried to kill herself again. It was her past that would cause her to do shit like this, but it had been five years since this happen. When he touched her she jumped up “Oh shit Messiah it’s just you baby.” He was so glad that she wasn’t dead he had to keep the tears that had formed in his eyes from falling.
“Yeah baby it’s me, I thought you had uh--’ he hated the fact that he even had to think that.
Tiffany was still hung over but she knew what he was thinking. “I promised you that I would never do that anymore and you promised that you would never leave me,” she reminded him
“Baby, I am not leaving you, I am here forever you feel me?” Messiah was so serious with his words that she had to turn away from him. He picked her up out the tub. She was getting his clothing all wet but that material shit never mattered. Tiffany was alive and well he could not live life without her, she’s all he had. He got her in bed and cleaned up the mess that she made earlier and then called the shop to inform Ms. Anna what was going on. It took him an hour to get her off the phone.
Tiffany was fussing, when he looked around she was on the phone, “This is not part of the deal, how the fuck you just gone want to meet with me today? I am supposed to be lying on my target not meeting yo’ ass again.” Tiffany was only bitching because she didn’t feel well and wasn’t up for the bullshit.
“What’s the business love we can walk away from this shit now and take’em they little funky ass money back.” Messiah was so serious. He had given a half a million back one time cause this fuck nigga flipped the script.
“I got this boo.” Tiffany told him. Mallory listened, she knew just what she was doing. “I can’t come,” Tiffany told her. She wasn’t going to bend for no bitch.
“You can’t make it, send your partner and I will add two-hundred thousand to the deal. I will have a hundred thousand here tonight when he get here.” Mallory wanted to see if that was enough, if not she was prepared to go up.
“Messiah is my man and he don’t do meet and greets, let me get back to you in five minutes. “ Tiffany was pissed.
“Fuck.” She was trying to get out of bed but her body was not feeling it.
“What up baby you need me to take the bitch her money? “Messiah was with whatever Tiffany wanted to do. She almost said yeah because she didn’t like disorganized motherfuckers. It was all too wicked due to her being sick off of one drink when Tiffany could handle at least three or four. Now this bitch pops up with more information all of a sudden and wants to meet again. Tiffany was about to say fuck the whole deal, but then she thought about the money and Messiah’s birthday. There was no way she could throw in the towel.
“I know that you don’t like to meet the client because most are men, but this is a bitch and she’s offering more money just for one of us to come hear whatever she talking about. So I need you to jump clean and go meet the bitch because I can’t.” Tiffany’s gut was telling her this was all a setup though it’s something she could not prove, but if it was Messiah was the better person.
“I will if this is what you want but I don’t care how much money it is or the sex of the client we don’t have to bend for them. Our rules are just that.” He could tell by the look on Tiffany’s face she wasn’t really feeling it.
“No boo we gone get this money so will you please do this for me?” she begged him.
“I will do anything for you. Love yo’ ass, just better be glad it’s not a nigga because I don’t fuck with them then you’ll be on your own.” Messiah got up and headed to the shower so he could get dougie, being anything less than sharp and fresh would be a fail.
Tiffany jumped back on the phone
He found her sleep in the tub and for a minute he thought that she had tried to kill herself again. It was her past that would cause her to do shit like this, but it had been five years since this happen. When he touched her she jumped up “Oh shit Messiah it’s just you baby.” He was so glad that she wasn’t dead he had to keep the tears that had formed in his eyes from falling.
“Yeah baby it’s me, I thought you had uh--’ he hated the fact that he even had to think that.
Tiffany was still hung over but she knew what he was thinking. “I promised you that I would never do that anymore and you promised that you would never leave me,” she reminded him
“Baby, I am not leaving you, I am here forever you feel me?” Messiah was so serious with his words that she had to turn away from him. He picked her up out the tub. She was getting his clothing all wet but that material shit never mattered. Tiffany was alive and well he could not live life without her, she’s all he had. He got her in bed and cleaned up the mess that she made earlier and then called the shop to inform Ms. Anna what was going on. It took him an hour to get her off the phone.
Tiffany was fussing, when he looked around she was on the phone, “This is not part of the deal, how the fuck you just gone want to meet with me today? I am supposed to be lying on my target not meeting yo’ ass again.” Tiffany was only bitching because she didn’t feel well and wasn’t up for the bullshit.
“What’s the business love we can walk away from this shit now and take’em they little funky ass money back.” Messiah was so serious. He had given a half a million back one time cause this fuck nigga flipped the script.
“I got this boo.” Tiffany told him. Mallory listened, she knew just what she was doing. “I can’t come,” Tiffany told her. She wasn’t going to bend for no bitch.
“You can’t make it, send your partner and I will add two-hundred thousand to the deal. I will have a hundred thousand here tonight when he get here.” Mallory wanted to see if that was enough, if not she was prepared to go up.
“Messiah is my man and he don’t do meet and greets, let me get back to you in five minutes. “ Tiffany was pissed.
“Fuck.” She was trying to get out of bed but her body was not feeling it.
“What up baby you need me to take the bitch her money? “Messiah was with whatever Tiffany wanted to do. She almost said yeah because she didn’t like disorganized motherfuckers. It was all too wicked due to her being sick off of one drink when Tiffany could handle at least three or four. Now this bitch pops up with more information all of a sudden and wants to meet again. Tiffany was about to say fuck the whole deal, but then she thought about the money and Messiah’s birthday. There was no way she could throw in the towel.
“I know that you don’t like to meet the client because most are men, but this is a bitch and she’s offering more money just for one of us to come hear whatever she talking about. So I need you to jump clean and go meet the bitch because I can’t.” Tiffany’s gut was telling her this was all a setup though it’s something she could not prove, but if it was Messiah was the better person.
“I will if this is what you want but I don’t care how much money it is or the sex of the client we don’t have to bend for them. Our rules are just that.” He could tell by the look on Tiffany’s face she wasn’t really feeling it.
“No boo we gone get this money so will you please do this for me?” she begged him.
“I will do anything for you. Love yo’ ass, just better be glad it’s not a nigga because I don’t fuck with them then you’ll be on your own.” Messiah got up and headed to the shower so he could get dougie, being anything less than sharp and fresh would be a fail.
Tiffany jumped back on the phone
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