CHAPTER 59. NO MORE Q

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"Trina?" Chance called from the living room. "I'm in here." The apartment was almost pitch black. It was going on 8pm. Chance sat next to me in the bed. "What happened?" "He's out of our life that's all that matter." I sat up in the bed. "Are you ok?" "Yeah I'm fine baby. How are you?" "I'm good just tired." "I like how you left your bags in the middle of the floor so someone could break there neck walking in." "I thought your maid was gonna clean it up." "I got rid of her. She said I didn't pay good enough." I laughed. "Your stupid. I saw your secret admirer today." "Who's that?" "The girl that came to your door the other day with the package." "Did she say anything to you?" Chance asked. "No , but she had a nasty attitude. I don't blame her for being mad." I teased. "Well I am a nice looking guy." Chance stood up from the bed trying to show off. "Yeah you know I'm sexy." I laughed at Chance. "Your so full of yourself." I got up and walked to the kitchen. I looked through the pantry for something to eat. "Hungry?" Chance asked me as he came behind me."Just a little." I turned around to face Chance. He lifted me up onto the counter. "I said hungry. Not horny." Chance laughed. "I'm starved anything you got a taste for?" "Hmm I want strawberries with whipped cream." "I said food not sex objects." "Well you pick then." Chance looked through the refrigerator for a second. "How about a nice juicy steak with some steamed vegetables & that bottle of wine we never finished." "That sounds good , let's go with what you said. Chance smiled. I knew you see it my way. I got off the counter and picked up my bags that were just laying in the middle of the floor. "Your finally getting your dumpster bags out my living room." "Shut up." I took the bags to Chances closet he was so organized. It was kinda too neat for a man if you ask me. I started tossing my clothes in drawers and on hangers. I went into the bathroom putting my body washes scrubs and deodorant up. "Why do you have so much damn stuff." I Hollered to Chance. "Just move it over, and I have just the right amount of clothes for a man." Chance hollered back.

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