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passenger’s side, in a little tight black dress and stilettos, and the whole 9. Justin smiled and Shamayla smiled when she saw him standing upstairs staring down at her. 
             Hope followed Shamayla up the stairs, watched Justin take her in his arms with an amorous smile on his face. It seemed that he absolutely adored her, even if they had known each other just a brief amount of time. Justin kissed Shamayla’s cheek and told her she looked like a model. Dominic’s door opened and out stepped Dominic, closing the door behind him. He saw Hope immediately in a deep V-cut purple dress, her hair loose with no accessories but a thin chained necklace with a tiny cross settled just above where her cleavage began. When their eyes met she felt her heart pause. She hadn’t seen him in a while and his facial features had become a blur. She’d forgotten what he looked like. He was looking really good. The flutter feeling returned but she didn’t want to stare or let on that he tested her sexual appetite, so she tried unsuccessfully to make only brief eye contact.
         “Hi,” Dominic said, involuntarily smiling at her eyes. To his surprise she smiled too. Shamayla and Justin both noticed and Shamayla whispered something to Justin.
        “You look very pretty,” Dominic said as Hope came up a little closer.
        She smiled wider. “Thank you.”
        The door opened again and Hope looked from Dominic to Tristan who was standing in the door way.
        “What are ya’ll doing out here?”
        Dominic’s and Hope’s smiles dwindled away.
       “Oh, Tris, this is Shamayla and Hope,” Dominic said to his girlfriend. “This is Tristan.”
        Tristan shook Shamayla’s hand and then reached out for Hope’s, looking her up and down. She didn’t mean to be so observable and obvious for that matter, but she couldn’t help it. She decided instantly that she didn’t like Hope. Hope could feel the hostile vibe Tristan was exerting and wanted nothing more than to go inside her apartment and be away from all this. When she saw Shamayla’s face, she knew that Shamayla knew exactly what was going on in her head. 
         “Hope’s riding with us,” Shamayla said to Justin, breaking the painfully awkward silence.
          “Might as well leave now,” Dominic said. “I’m going to lock up.”
         Shamayla walked next to Hope on the way to Justin’s car. When Dominic and Tristan made it down stairs, Hope could hear Tristan complaining about not wanting to take Dominic’s truck. Dominic shrugged it off and said they were taking it anyway. She pouted, making her appear childish but ended up getting in the truck.
          On the way to the city Hope sat in the back seat expressionless and quiet, the blinking neons flashing and rolling off of her face. She couldn’t get her mind off Dominic and his girlfriend-geez, her ass was FAT and she had massive tits. Hope took in a painful breath of reality.  She didn’t have a body like Tristan’s so what could Dominic want with her? After coming to that conclusion, Hope’s mind wandered again. She remembered the way Dominic acted around her, the way he smiled. He told her she was pretty. Maybe he was into her…or maybe she was just over analyzing. 
    Justin pulled into a second story garage and parked the car a few spots away from Dominic’s truck. Tristan made it a point to hang on to Dominic’s arm, appearing like a clingy child to both Hope and Shamayla. As the foursome and Hope, feeling completely out of place, walked out of the garage, Dominic saw Hope playfully shudder. Damned girl. Did she ever bring a sweater? He felt himself wanting to go back to his truck and get his hoodie to wrap around her like the last time but it wasn’t an option.
       The group met up with Shane, Roberto, and Roberto’s girlfriend in front of the Flamingo. Las Vegas Blvd was ultra-crowded this night and drunkards and blabbing people were aimlessly bumping