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seems like hours, the doors finally open and I step inside. Thankfully, I’m alone.
    “Whew, what the hell was that?” I ask myself. Oh wait. Heather. That’s what the hell that was. I shake my head in disbelief, even though Heather is totally believable. Whatever. Like I said, she’s a gold digging.....never mind. I love her and that is all that matters.
    I push the door open to our suite, the door slamming closed behind me. I drop my still wet clutch on the dresser and flop on the bed. “Why did I come here? I don’t belong in this world. I need to be at work, keeping myself busy and making money. Heh. Money. Bet The Suit has plenty. No wonder Heather couldn’t wait to get her grimy little claws in that succulent slab of beef.” I fold my arm over my eyes and take a deep breath.
    I’l l always be Heather’s sidekick. Why I bother anymore I don’t know. We can be in with a big crowd and the guys flock to her side. I just kind of hide in the back and pretend I’m not there.
    After a few minutes, my phone b eeps indicating a text message. I debate ignoring it, but since it may be important, I’d better check. I reluctantly slide off the bed, kick my shoes off and grab my clutch off of the dresser and crawl back on to the bed. Eww, still wet. At least I know the water didn’t screw up my phone.
    I swipe the unlock button on my iPhone, my favorite splurge. The text there is from Heather.
     
    H - Get your ass back down here! It’s party time! Oh, and Jackson has been looking for you.
     
    A- No, staying in. And he was not looking for me, he has you. Cya later.
     
    Then silence. No reply at all. Hey, wasn’t that a song by Genesis? I shrug my shoulders and drop the phone on the bed next to me. I change into my sleepwear, brush my teeth and wash my face, then settle into the amazingly comfy bed.

Chapter 4
     
    Heather is always playing the matchmaker. One of these days she’ll figure out that I’m just not guy material and that I’m not interested. Humph, not real interested anyway, but she claims I have self-esteem problems. Maybe she’s right, but my history backs it up. Take Ryan for instance.Rya n fuckin g Parker, douche bag of the century. Thought he had it all, tried to take it all too and when he got kicked in the nuts, he went ballistic.
    Before I even got out of his way, the back of his hand whacked across my face , spewing blood to the ground. He shoved me down to my knees and pressed my face to his crotch. “You will suck my dick you whore! No one. I mean NO ONE says NO to Ryan Parker!” He screamed at me.
    Ou r relationshi p had started out well enough. But ended tragically. We met at the Apple Store, waiting for a Genius to assist us with each of our purchases. I was splurging on the iPhone 5 and he was getting an iPad. We had started talking and once we were both done, we headed down to Ruby Tuesdays at the mall for dinner.
    We laughed and had a good time. I should have known that something was wrong. No guys ever strike up conversations with me in public places. Maybe it’s my personality and the fact that I don’t look anyone in the eyes. I’m not a personable person. I get along with women but freeze up around dudes.
    Secretly I had hoped he was gay.
    Anyway, we finished dinn er and he walked me to my car. He leaned into kiss me and I backed off. I never kiss on the first date. Just my mantra. Keep them waiting, it’ll be worth it.
    He seemed okay at the time, understanding even . We exchanged numbers, though I had no intention of calling him and I knew he wouldn’t call me. Since I hadn’t put out on the first date, that usually signified the first date was the last date. He only got my number to be polite.
    Surprisingly enough though, he called two days later and a sked me out for Saturday night. I reluctantly agreed, figuring I had nothing better to do and I didn’t feel like working late again. Instead of having him pick me up, I offered to meet him at Temptations, a club not far