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my house, I allowed the comment to slide.
    While I kept an eye on him, Cory quickly slipped into a sweatshirt lying at the end of the bed. As soon as his Jordans were back on his feet, he made a show of grabbing everything he’d left at my house over the last two weeks, which wasn’t hard to do, considering I kept most of it in a small box next to the door. Cory had gotten too comfortable. I’d been telling him to take his shit back home to his mama, because I wasn’t about to be washing some negro’s stinky-ass draws.
    Cory grabbed the box, then took his time walking to the door as if I might change my mind. Halfway down the hall, he paused and looked me directly in the eyes. “Once I walk out that door, I ain’t ever steppin’ up in here again.”
    â€œYou promise,” I mumbled, then stepping around him, I went to the door and swung it open. “Have a nice night.”
    Suddenly Cory wasn’t the tough guy anymore. Tears were running down his face, and thick white spit was in the corners of his mouth. “Why you doin’ me like this?” he whispered.
    My stomach did a nosedive. Damn, I hate to see a man cry. I almost felt sorry for him. “Because I told you I wasn’t looking for a serious relationship. Obviously you forgot the rules since you decided to go rummaging through my stuff.”
    â€œYeah, a’ight.” He leaned forward and tried to kiss me. I quickly backed up. I’d be damned if he was going to touch me with that foul shit near his lips.
    Cory shook his head like I was making a big mistake. “You a trip,” he said as he stepped out the door.
    â€œNo, you tripped!” I spat as I slammed the door and immediately locked it behind him. I then moved over to the window and watched out the corner of the blinds as he loaded the backseat of his orange Mitsubishi Eclipse. Bitch-ass car. I’d been teasing him since day one that he drove a gay-ass ride. I even refused to be caught dead riding in the passenger side, which meant most dates we rolled in my Benz.
    I kept watching as he climbed behind the wheel. There was no way I was taking my eye off him. I had learned long ago to never turn your back on a brotha after you kicked him to the curb. I made that mistake once and had sugar put in my tank.
    I waited until Cory had reached the corner, then sighed with relief as I made my way up to my bedroom. Once there I collapsed on the bed and stared up at the ceiling, wondering if my husband and his money would ever be enough. So far, the answer was no.
    Damn! I really wanted that bracelet.

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Nikki
    â€œI can’t believe he acted like that!” I screamed after my best friend brought me up to speed on her relationship with Cory. I was falling out my chair while Trinette didn’t look the least bit amused. Well, too bad. How the hell did she expect me to react? I can’t believe she really thought she was going to con Mr. Lottery out of his money. Seems to me, he might have already heard about her reputation.
    Trinette rolled her eyes. “It’s not funny. That nut made me think.”
    â€œThink about what? That you should stop bringing fools home? Damn, Netta, I told you before, don’t shit where you sleep. One of these days your actions are gonna catch up with you.” I shook my head and started laughing again. What the hell was she thinking bringing a man to her house? Hello! Did she forget she was married? Okay, maybe Leon doesn’t live with her, but not only does he pay the bills, the man also has a key.
    She gave me a dismissive wave. “It’s not funny.”
    I pointed an accusing finger at her. “You’re right. It’s not funny. You had no business bringing that bum to your home.”
    Trinette frowned. “Hell, I didn’t have a choice. Cory lives at home with his mother.”
    â€œOh, my God! That’s even worse. Why in the world would you be interested in someone