“Damn, I’m going to be late for work!” Shanice said, as she took her last sip of her freshly made hazelnut coffee. ” “I wonder how I lost track of time?”
I had just enough time to finish my coffee and grab a glazed donut on my way out the door. I got in my Chrysler 300 and sped downtown to my office, where I work as an accountant. I had only thirty minutes left before I got off work to go to Money Splash. I headed down south on King Street, exited Bobo Street, and made a right on Princeton Avenue.
I made it just in time–with one problem: the only other person there was Tasha. I have no problems with her, but since I’m f*****g her husband, Brandon, I stay far away from her as possible.
Tasha is 5’11” with pearly whites, and neck-length hair, that she wears in different styles. She’s dark skinned, but she puts on a ton of heavy make-up. One thing she does have is a bangin’ body. I met her boo thang through a co-worker.
To be continued…