Chapter Nineteen

"What the fuck?" Nelson yelled as Tasha slammed the door behind her. He wasn't expecting that outburst of action. It all happened in a rush. He had never seen that iron lady part of her. Just a glimpse at it filled his heart with admiration and unwilling anger.

Admiration because Tasha had never acted the way she did. The only time he snagged a sight of her confidence was on their honeymoon and her intelligent exhibition at the New year party. He stood still for a minute and he hemmed his hands over his shoulder. His round neck T-shirt had a huge picture of 2PAC on it. When he crossed his hands across his chest. 2PAC became decapitated - with a humongous jaw.

"Where did all that come from?" He asked rhetorically and a chuckle escaped his round lips. He walked back to the sofa, and he collapsed into it, as his eyes were still on the door. As if Tasha was still standing there.

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Tasha sat at the apex of a fairly crowded eatery. Her seat is spotted at an area where she can see anyo