Instead she was greeted by a mess. Half eaten Chinese food, beer bottles and empty containers cluttered her coffee table. The TV blared loudly and the air smelled of day old man must, ass crack and farts. “This MF is about to work my last damn good nerve! Look at this damn mess!” She grumbled beneath her breath as she immediately began to clean up after a grown ass thirty year old trifling man. “Seriously, would it kill him to throw his garbage in the trash? This is ridiculous!” It didn’t take long to realize that she was talking to air. Where the hell is he?” Suniya questioned as she scanned the empty room. “Tyreese!” She called, but there was no answer. It was a little past seven so she knew he wasn’t in bed. Hell, half the time his lazy ass slept on the couch unless he wanted some ass. As she walked towards the powder room she heard a noise coming from the master bedroom. At first she thought she was hallucinating.
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