Chapter 1

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                But I've got today
                I gotta make
                The best I can of it.
                'Cause yesterday
                Is dead and gone.
                And me along with it.

He stumbled out of bed in a manner similar to a drunkard. His sluggish steps caused the distress of his bedside table,his customized bean bag,well the one his mum took from the street when he was 6 near that rich lady's house down the road...oh where was I? Yes. Not forgetting his lampstand. He knocked it over,actually, and struggled to make it stand again. 'Enough with the alcohol, Clay' he muttered to himself.
Thirty minutes later, he tied a woollen scarf around his neck and smoothed down his clothes. A pounding knock shook his whole apartment and he screamed, " Who in the hell is that?" "Clay,it's Shaniqua. I need 5000 dollars. Plus, Laila's starting school next week". Oh,why am I such a drunk, he thought. If not for his drinking and one night stands, he wouldn't have this stripper and his supposed daughter on his hands. "Go away,Shaniqua" he said while he gathered his files for work. He looked at his watch. "I'm late",he yelped . He then ran out of his loft with a screaming Shaniqua tottering on her 8-inch heels behind him.









Solange woke up with the sunrise. She got out of bed and stood in front of her mirror. ' You can do this, Solange. Today 's a big day. You can't mess it up". She then skipped into her bathroom, and took a quick shower.
After she got dressed, she brushed her blonde locks streaked with pink highlights. She looked down at herself and made an approving chuckle. She walked out of her apartment with her head held high and a spring in her step. Everything was going well for her,she thought until she felt an unfamiliar adhesiveness at the bottom of her nude red soled heels. "Ew, gum!" ,she wailed as she tried to get it off. All of a suddedn,she was knocked  by a cloud of papers and a strange male.
"Oh my God" she screamed when she saw his face. 'Clayton Parker? ' she yelped,surprised and somewhat embarrassed.

Author's note.
Well this is my first book and I'm basically clueless. I would really appreciate it if someone could help me with the editing...like I said I'm clueless. Do comment,vote and share.
Enjoy😊

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