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the gates.
    He opened the gates and I thought the outside of the entrance was pretty, but the houses were beautiful mansions with manicured lawns and high price trucks and cars. I continued driving, looking for Tyrisha’s address. When I found it, I yelled, damn near startling Madison, who had fallen asleep.
    The house was a huge Spanish style villa mansion . It was tan with a brown stucco roof and big brown door with a square big enough to stick your hand out for a peep hole. I grabbed Madison and walked passed a Mercedes SLC Coupe in a candy apple red.
    “ Damn, auntie is doing well for herself,” I said to Madison.
    Madison laughed, making spit bubbles, entertaining herself, and wetting her bib.
    I knocked on the door and waited a while. Finally, a tall skinny black man opened the door.
    “How may I help you, ma’am?” he asked, smiling.
    “By first not calling me ma’am. Tyrisha is expecting me.” I laughed.
    “Tiffany, is that right?”
    “That’s me and this is Madison.” I said , bouncing Madison on my hip.
    “Okay. Walk down the hall, have a seat in the family room, and I will go get Ms. Tyrisha,” he said, walking up the circular stairs in the foyer.
    I walked down the hallway . This mansion was something out of the movie Baps . It was beautiful from the décor to the furniture, to all the pictures of Tyrisha and Tone. They were living — traveling to places like Italy, Rome, Puerto Rico, and Bahamas. They were enjoying life while I missed out because I was home being a faithful to a man who didn’t deserve it.
    I sat down and placed Madison on my lap. She started tugging at my shirt which meant it was time to eat. I satisfied her by giving her a treat I had bought while at the airport. She loved them. I made a mental note to find them online and order her some more.
    “Yasss , you’re finally here, boo,” Tyrisha said, walking in the family room.
    She was carrying a lil’ something extra—a baby bump.
    Tyrisha was 5’7 ” with big breast and small waist. She had chocolate skin with hazel almond shaped eyes. Tone always said the reason he got with her was because she looked so much like Kelly Rowland. She was stunning and glowing with a maxi dress accentuating her protruding belly. She had on the latest Chanel sandals.
    “Tyrisha , you’re pregnant? Why the hell you didn’t tell me?”
    Just looking at her worried face, I could tell it was going to be about some drama. So, I put Madison on the carpet. I needed her to fill me in.
    “ ’Cause it’s not Tone’s,” she said, looking down at the floor.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Three
    Tyrisha
     
    Keeping my pregnancy from Tiffany ha d been the hardest thing for me. I was nearing my eighth month in my pregnancy and I still didn’t know what to do.
    Around a year ago , Tone got a new connect down in Little Haiti with some guy named Moses. Tone never brought business home, but Moses was a business man as well.
    Looking at his sexy ass , I was hooked. He had that kind of swagger to him that drove me wild. He was 6’3” with a dark Caesar and a pair of thick lips. I could imagine myself fucking him. He had a toned body with a six pack that was outlining his suit. His arms were big and buff. He could be on the cover of GQ, if you asked me.
    One day , Tone was working late at the office and he left a package at the house for Moses. He gave me clear instructions. I had to hand him the package myself, not to leave it to the maids. So, there I was — home cooking in my booty shorts, dancing to Drake’s “Started From The Bottom”. That song summed up my life to a tee.
    Moses walk ed into my kitchen. I could’ve killed Jonathan, our butler, for not announcing his arrival.
    “Something smells good ,” he said, taking a seat at the counter.
    “I’m just cooking for Tone . Whenever he decides to come home.” 
    “I see work ’s occupying his time lately. He couldn’t even meet with me to make a business