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Chloe’s sight into the crowd with a dramatic twirl. She promised herself to keep in contact with him, because she would miss him too much to do otherwise.
    Chloe was exhausted. The dancing all night with barely any reprieve, posing for pictures, and talking to all the celebrities on hand to wish her well was catching up with her. Of course there were the hordes of celebrity reporters hounding her. They all asked much of the same questions she had heard over the past six months since her imminent retire was announced.
    She begged off another dance with a well-known action adventure star and moved through the crowd toward the table of honor at the front of the room. With a smile she waved to Anika, elegant in a red halter dress, dancing with Wesley Snipes with an I-told-you-so expression on her face.
    Chloe didn’t have to look in a mirror to know that her face was flushed and damp with perspiration. She was contemplating going to the bathroom to touch up her makeup when the tiny hairs on the back of her neck stood on end alerting her that someone was behind her. Turning in her seat, Chloe found her ex-boyfriend, Calvin Ingram, still tall and handsome, so able to arouse her, and still able to hurt her. She hated the sudden ache in her belly because it meant that even after three years he still could get to her.
    Damn !
    “Can I finally get you to myself?”
    Chloe rolled her eyes heavenward. His words was silky smooth and able to lull away the defenses she put up… if she let him. “Hello Calvin. . . .good to see you.”
    What a lie. He was the last man she wanted to see. Memories of his betrayal was still fresh in her mind and heart. She had loved this handsome man standing before her and the world she had shared with him crumbled the day she came home early from a photo shoot and found him in bed with another woman. Love had quickly turned to hate and then to pity, because he had no concept of fidelity.
    A vision of the day flashed in front of her. Long, slender light-skinned legs wrapped around his waist. His strong, hard buttocks being grasped tightly by her hands as he wildly stroked inside the woman beneath him.
    Pain shot through her and tears filled her eyes. Damn… it still hurts!
    Chloe forced a tight smile into her face. “How’s Yvette?”
    She received little pleasure from the uncomfortable look that showed on his face as she mentioned the name of the woman she caught him with. Why can’t he leave me alone ?
    His eyes dropped as he sat down in the chair next to her. The familiar scent of his spicy cologne wafted past her nostrils and for a second she let herself get lost in the “good times” they once shared.
    Five years ago during an Ebony cover photo shoot, Chloe had spotted a man from across the room. The attraction was instantaneous and she couldn’t keep her eyes off of him. He was, to her, the perfect male specimen: tall, bronze, with bright eyes and even brighter smile, straight teeth and dark chocolate skin that gleamed.
    He was introduced to her as Calvin Ingram, the freelance writer who would be conducting the interview. As she shook his hand, her eyes has summed up the slender, athletic build and his towering height of six feet and five inches. She was truly interested in the man.
    The interview led to a year of exclusive dating and then a nearly two-year-long courtship that ended abruptly on January the fifteenth.
    Damn, three years later and I can still remember the date , she thought as she fidgeted nervously under his intense gaze.
    “Chloe, you’re still as beautiful as ever. I’ve missed you, Cat.”
    She winced as he reverted to his pet name for her, referring to her oddly shaped eyes. “Look Calvin. What do you want from me? We’ve exchanged polite pleasantries; why don’t we continue on our separate paths.”
    He reached for her hand resting lightly on the table, but she snatched it away. “Look Cat —”
    “Chloe,” she stated firmly. “My name is not Cat.”
    “All