"That long cash get the baddest bitches out they jeans 20 years in this game lookin 17"
The sun rose casting an orange glow in the room Ashanti opened her eyes rubbing them, her head throbbing from all the drinks last night. Pulling the blanket back she sat on the side of the bed, her hair falling over her face. Using her arm to push her long tresses back she lowly smacked her lips together and stood up walking into the bathroom. Sitting on the toilet she saw white marble tiling and a glass shower. 'That's weird, I thought I had a bathtub.' She thought to herself. A flashback of the night before happened; the drinks, being carried in, then her removing her clothes. She looked down at herself she had gone braless so her breast were out for all to see. All she wore was her black thong, a gold anklet and the golden Virgin Mary pendant necklace. Placing her hands across her breasts she put her head back and closed her eyes.
She didn't hear any movement on the other side of the door so her chances of sneaking out were high. Wiping herself then washing her hands she pulled open the door looking at the sleeping body on the bed her eyes searched the room for where her clothes were. She mentally kicked herself when she remembered putting them back on the couch. Covering her breasts she tip toed out the bathroom past the sleeping man. He laid flat on his back, his legs parted, his head turned to the window facing the right. Her eyes raked over his body eyeing the perfectly drawn tattoos on his arm and upper torso and the bulge forming under his boxer briefs. The sight causing her to stub her toe on the wall in front of her. She crossed her eyes and fell to her feet grabbing her pained toe that took her out of her drunken state.
'That's what I get for being nosey.' She thought lowly groaning. Turning her head back to the bed she saw he hadn't moved, getting on her hands and knees she crawled to the living room. Nas's eyes opened staring at her reflection in the clear windows, lightly chuckling at her bare ass moving side to side making her tattoo dance across her bottom. Once she made it into the living room she dressed herself and snatched a pair of dark tinted Ray Bans seated on the coffee table. Grabbing a pen and piece of paper she wrote a message for him grabbing her purse then leaving the house her heels in her hands. Once on the elevator she put the sunglasses on shielding her sensitive eyes from the bright sun and attempted to put her shoes back on. "How did he get these stupid things off last night?" She wondered grunting shoving her feet into the shoes.
Finally succeeding in getting her shoes on she stood to her wobbly feet placing both hands on the shiny silver handrail watching the elevator getting closer to the ground. Her stomach flipped and the vomit felt like it was going to force it's way out of her throat. Opening her eyes when she heard the elevator ding she walked out the elevator and used her phone requesting an uber. She plopped down onto the soft cushioned chairs waiting for her ride to signal its arrival. Once the blue Honda Civic pulled up she got inside and put her head back on the ride to the home she shared with her sister. Pulling up to the Harlem brownstone both she and her older sister shared.
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