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a long time. The guy is just desperate right now , that’s all,” Michael explained.
    I didn’t care how desperate he was. He still had no right to stalk my husband at no damn 11:00 at night.
    Looking at Michael with my eyes wide open I asked, “Ok so what did he do that was so bad that he had to follow you?”
    Michael paused and turned his head away from me and in a cold tone he replied , “Rape.”
    I wasn’t really shocked because I’ve handled the most heinous crimes. I just looked at him and shook my head.
    “Ok grea t! We have a rapist following us and he probably knows where we live!”
    Before Michael could respond his phone buzze d.
    “Hello ,” he answered.
    He paused and said , “What’s up Melanie?”
    I jumped up like I had fire under my ass and yelled, “Melanie, why the fuck is she calling you this late?!”
    Michael put his hand up as if he was trying to silence me. I was pissed off all over again. He puts his hand over the phone’s speaker and whispered to me, “Look, it’s not like that. We’re just trying to handle some work related business.”
    If looks could kill, his ass would be laying on the fl oor with his tongue hanging out right now. It’s like I lost my mind because before me or him knew it, I snatched his phone from his ear. I had to keep in mind that Melanie and I worked together and there was no bitch worth my career so in a calm voice, I spoke into the phone.
    “Melanie, whatever you need to t alk to my husband about, can wait until the morning,” and hung up in her face.
    I then turned to Michael and gave him the coldest stare.
    “Are you sleeping with her? Are you fucking her?!”
    He walked over to me and trying to explain. He reached for my hand and sighed , “Tiff.”
    I pulled my hand back and repeated , “Are you fucking her? Yes of no?”
    He shook his head at me and grabbed a pillow of f the bed and went downstairs. ‘ Here we go again,’ I thought to myself.  Sleep wasn’t even in my plans and all I kept thinking about was going to work and confronting Melanie’s ass. The next morning, I pull into the parking garage. I made sure to get to work 30 minutes early so I can catch Melanie as she pulled up. I didn’t want to slap the shit out of her in the office building, so I decided to confront her outside. While waiting in my car, I pull my tennis shoes out of my duffle bag just in case she tried to start some shit with me. She’s been trying to get with Michael since we were in law school. She always liked him but he ended up marrying me. While I’m lacing up my shoes, I see Melanie’s jaguar pull into the parking garage. I start my engine and follow her to her parking spot. As soon as she stepped out of her car, I approached her. She looked a little surprised.
    “Can I help you?” she asked with a puzzled look on her face.
    I stood there with my arms folded and glared at her.
    “No, can I help you? You’re calling my man at 2:00 in the morning so what did you need help with? What c ould you have possibly needed at that moment that you couldn’t wait until the sun came up?” I asked with an attitude.
    She steps back to examine me and just stared at me like she didn’t recognize me.
    “Tiffany what is all of this?” she asked as she looked down at my tennis shoes.
    I guess since I was standing there wearing a blouse and a pencil skirt with Nikes on my feet, she knew she was facing a possible ass whooping .
    Loo king at her and rolling my neck I responded, “What do you think it is Melanie?”
    I could tell she was nervous. With a devious grin on her face she said, “Tiffany, what me and Michael talk about doesn’t concern you. Instead of checking me, you need to check your man. I’m not the one that you need to worry about stealing your man. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get to work. I wouldn’t want to stay at work all night working on cases.”
    I knew she was being sarcastic. She then walked past me and lightly flipped her hair out