she definitely hadnât brought me down. Talking about she brought down the Gucci clique. Ha! Goes to show you how much she knew. I only wore Gucci on Tuesdays. What a dumb ducky!
Now click-click on that, you two-faced skank!
I finished cutting out all of the news and magazine articles on Heather and her mother, then stood up from the kitchen table and walked over to the huge wall of glass that overlooked L.A. and allowed tons of sunlight in the room, wondering why Heather had turned on me.
Anderson, the new boo in my life, walked up behind me. He wrapped his strong arms around my waist and kissed the top of my head. âWhatâs going on in that pretty little head of yours?â
I sighed, craning my neck and looking up at him. âHeather.â
He raised a brow. âWhat about her?â
âI feel bad that it had to come down to this between me and her. I was good to her. But itâs obvious she didnât give a damn about me or my kindness. I thought she would have learned her lesson when I Maced her in school a few months ago. But she didnât. I guess Iâm going to have to take my nail file and gouge out her dang eyeballs next time.â
âYouâre not regretting calling the cops on her, or sending those pictures of her and her mother passed out on the sofa to the media, are you?â
I shook my head, leaning back against his chest. âNo. Heather started this.â
âGood. And now you need to demolish her. No one hurts my sweet, sexy gum drop and gets away with it.â
I smiled.
Anderson and I had been seeing each other on the low-low for over a month. And as bad as I wanted to swing upside down from a chandelier and lap up every inch of his dark-chocolate body, he wanted to take things slow. Tooooooooooo slooooooooow, if you asked me! He was a gentleman. And he was thoughtful and sooo sooo attentive. But, goshdangit, his chivalrous ways were killing my libido. I wanted him to throw me down on the bed, rip off my La Perla undergarments and beat up the mattress. But no, not Anderson! My boo bear wanted to make sure we were more than sex. He said he didnât want to rush into anything sexual. That we had our whole lives to enjoy nights of passionate lovemaking. Okay, it sounded good. But I needed to feel it, too!
And yeah, he was Londonâs boyfriend. But so what? The fact is, he wanted me . And he was breaking it off with herâthe sooner the better. It served her right since she didnât know how to appreciate a real man. And she definitely didnât know the first thing about keeping a man like Anderson from straying, because if she did, he wouldnât have asked me out, and we wouldnât still be seeing each other.
âSpencer.â Anderson turned me around and stared into my eyes. âHowever you want to bring her down, Iâm with you every step of the way.â He took my hand into his and placed it up to his lips. He kissed each fingertip, then slipped them into his mouth, teasing me.
I pouted. âI donât know why you keep teasing me like this, boo bear. Donât I turn you on?â
He pressed himself into me. âWhat you think?â
I felt the heat from his excitement and firecrackers started popping off inside of me. âI think we need to finish breakfast naked in bed.â
He grinned. âAll in time, my beautiful gum drop.â He kissed me lightly on the lips. âNow how aboutââ
âWell, well, well . . . what do we have here?â
I gasped. It was Kitty, leaning up against the door frame, twirling a lock of hair around her slender, manicured finger. She looked fabulous in a peach Chanel knit crepe dress with buttons and a pearl belt. What in the heck is she doing here? I quickly stepped out of Andersonâs embrace. âMother, what are you doing here?â
She smiled. âSpencer, darling, I live here. Or have you forgotten?â
I rolled my eyes. âNo, Mother.
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