Tiffany And Dior: Love In Las Vegas Streets - Plot & Excerpts
Teresa had prepared a feast for last night’s dinner. After I small talked and did my wifely duties until Black was satisfied, he dismissed me and I went straight upstairs and got in bed. To my surprise, Black was lying next to me. I pulled the phone from under my pillow to see it was Paige calling. “Hello.” I tried to clear my throat. “Tiffany, what are you doing?” Paige yelled into the phone. “I was sleeping,” I said as I stared at the glowing numbers that read 10:45 p.m. “Girl, get dressed and come party with me. Plus, Dior here and it’s popping.” Hearing Dior’s name was all I needed to hear. “Okay, give me twenty minutes. Where y’all at?” I asked. “We at Joe’s Steakhouse. It’s lit, girl,” she said before hanging up. “Black ?”
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