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awoke to a sun-filled room with only her in it. Immediately she began to feel stupid, but when she looked over and saw a small blue Tiffany box with a card attached lying on top of Quan's pillow, she lightened up.
    Completely naked, she sat up with a smile a mile wide plas-tered on her face, hoping and praying that what was in the box was a ring.
    Pulling the ribbon off, she lifted the top, only to find a set of keys. Confused, she placed the keys back into the box and opened the card. It simply read: Go Outside . Jumping out of bed she slipped on a pink Agent Provocateur robe and headed down the steps to the door. She was so excited, she thought her heart would jump out of her chest, it was beating so fast.
    Mo almost shitted on herself. She couldn't believe her eyes when she walked outside.
    Sitting in the driveway was a brand new champagne-colored 2006 Mercedes-Benz G500. The damn thing was kitted out with eighteen-inch chrome Giovanna rims plus tinted windows. Mo couldn't bear to touch it, it was so pretty. The chick was cheesing hella hard as she walked over to her brand new truck. Once Mo got up on the whip, she noticed another envelope under the windshield wiper.
    This nigga must really feel guilty , she smirked while opening the card. Meet me where we first met at 1:00.
    Wondering what time it was, Mo ran back in the house to check the clock. It was 11:15. She knew that it was gonna take her at least an hour to get dressed so she hurried and took a shower. An hour and a half later she was on the highway heading for the Jennings Station Road exit. Mo bumped Mobb Deep's " Creep " as she took Jennings Station Road all the way up to Natural Bridge. Spotting the barber shop, she stopped, put the truck in park, hopped out and went inside.
    It didn't take much for Mo to spot her man amongst the sea of dudes standing around. Quan always stood out in the crowd. There he was, posted up in his favorite b-boy stance, rocking an Ed Hardy T-shirt, True Religion jeans, belt, biker chain and sneakers. In his ear he donned a six carat diamond stud earring and on his wrist was a $75,000 Audemars Piguet watch. He and his boys were in a deep conversation but Quan still peeped Mo walking up. As soon as she entered, his dick became hard.
    Mo had to be about the flyest bitch in St. Louis. She was five foot nine with a body of a goddess and a booty so fat that she turned heads wherever she went. Her face was pure and angelic and her skin was a tantalizing Middle Eastern shade.
    She possessed long black hair, doe shaped eyes, high cheek bones, and succulent heart shaped lips. Her 34 C breasts were full but firm and her tiny waist, thick hips and perfect set of dancer legs could fill out any pair of jeans.
    Quan had to admit his boo stayed fly. Mo was a dime piece for real, but he hated the way she dressed. Each and every piece of clothing she owned was tight and revealing. He thought she dressed too provocatively, and what she had on that day proved his point.
    Every nigga in the shop had to adjust his dick as she approached. Mo looked good as hell. She rocked a white fitted tee tied in the front, a pair of extra-tight skinny-leg jeans and red Christian Louboutin platform heels. Soft curls framed her face. Silver hoop earrings were in her ears, three necklaces were draped around her neck and silver bracelets filled her wrist. Chanel lip gloss adorned her lips.
    "What you doing up in here?" West asked as he eyed Mo up and down with a lustful hint in his eye.
    "Mind ya business, homeboy. I came to see my man. What, you got a problem wit that?" she challenged, giving him the same look.
    West was sexy as hell but Mo knew that she would never take it there with him. He was Quan's man and fucking him would most definitely be going against the code, so she kept her flirtatious and lustful glances at a minimum, hoping and praying that Quan would never notice.
    "Nah, I ain't got no problem wit that. Do you?"
    "Why would I ... but anyway thanks for the