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Actually I thought maybe you did.” I hadn’t seen her in almost three weeks. Aside from the occasional call here and there throughout the week, Kitty Ellington was pretty much invisible. And her role as a mother was nonexistent. No, she was too busy making her billions to be bothered with a sixteen-year-old. Let alone a daughter who I was convinced she was jealous of.
    â€œI just dropped off that pathetic Camille and that rude little brat of hers and thought I’d swing by to pick up a few things before I head back to New York. My flight leaves in two hours. You know... duty calls. By the way, thanks for all those lovely photos. The exclusive is signed and sealed.”
    I stared at her as she sashayed into the kitchen, her Manolos clicking against the tile as she made her way over to me, locking eyes on Anderson and slyly licking her painted lips.
    Strumpet!
    She air-kissed me.
    â€œAnd who is this fine chocolate-drop hunk of a man?” she inquired, practically drooling as if he were prime beef being tossed to a hungry lioness. She circled him, ready to attack, before extending her hand.
    â€œHello, Mrs. Ellington,” Anderson politely said, taking her hand into his. “My mother watches your talk show religiously.”
    â€œOh, that’s wonderful. I’ll have to be sure she gets tickets for the next ten shows.”
    â€œShe’d love that. It’s a pleasure meeting you.”
    â€œOh no,” Kitty purred, touching his arm then squeezing his biceps. “The pleasure is allllll mine. Oh my. Do you work out?”
    He smiled. “Yes, ma’am. Three times a week.”
    She licked her lips. “Mmmph. And it shows.”
    â€œMissus Ellington, you’re even more beautiful in person. Now I see where Spencer gets her looks and charm from.”
    Gag me!
    â€œOooh,” she cooed as she unbuttoned the first three buttons of her dress, exposing her cleavage. “It’s gotten awful hot in here all of a sudden. Spencer, sweetheart, be a dear and go grab mother something cool to drink. I’m parched.”
    Kitty giggled like some lovesick schoolgirl and made all kinds of silly-assed faces as if she had just peed in her panties from all the attention. I had to get her away from my man, fast, before he ended up on her long “Men to do” list.
    I stepped in between her and Anderson. “And you’ll stay parched if you think I’m playing The Help . Now, Mother, what really brings you home? There’s nothing you have here you need. You have tons of clothes and other things back at your penthouse in New York.”
    She placed a hand up to her chest. “I’ve missed you, darling. And I wanted to see how you were doing, but obviously”—she eyed Anderson—“judging by the company you’re keeping, it looks like you’re in very good, strrrrrrrong hands.”
    I cleared my throat. “Mother, this is An—”
    â€œSpencer, darling, I know exactly who he is. Anderson Ford. Son of billionaire oil tycoon Freeman Ford.” She tilted her head. “And the handsome beau of Jade Phillips’s daughter—” She snapped her fingers. “Oh dear. Spencer, what’s that child’s name?”
    I huffed. “London.”
    â€œYes, yes. London Phillips. You are still dating her, aren’t you?”
    Her eyes flicked to Anderson, then back to me. Before he could open his mouth to speak, I grabbed Kitty by the arm. “Um, excuse us for one minute, Anderson. My mother and I have a few things to discuss.”
    He smiled. “I’ll be right here.”
    I ushered Kitty out of the kitchen and into the solarium, shutting the glass door behind us. “Spencer, Spencer, Spencer,” she said, wagging an accusatory finger at me. “You sneaky little harlot. Oooh, I love, love, love, love it. Anderson Ford, mmmph ... nice catch, darling. That boy has more money than he’ll ever know