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kitchen, then sucked him off in sixty seconds. Brother or not, he was undeniably hot.
    Gliding up the staircase to the second floor, I strolled to the end of this dining room. He wasn’t in here. I could’ve texted. Would rather wait. Didn’t want a disappointing, can’t make it response or a request for a rain check. I’d gotten enough rejection from James lately.
    I asked my brother to meet me here. Desperately, I needed someone to talk with. Someone who was just like me and wouldn’t judge me. That eliminated my sisters Devereaux, Sandara, especially Mercedes. Confiding in my mom wasn’t happening since her man was my newly discovered biological brother. Shit was complicated. It was best for me not to speak to my mom yet.
    Skimming the crowded room buzzing with chatter, I didn’t see him anywhere, but as usual, lots of eyes were on me. I went to the rooftop. A few people were doing hookah. Inhaling the fresh air, I gazed out over midtown, then rode the elevator back to the first floor. This place, famous for its shrimp and grits, stayed open until three in the morning. Checking my cell, I saw it was 1:01 a.m. People were drinking, laughing, talking over one another.
    One man held up an empty glass, then shouted to the mixologist, “Hey, buddy, put a round on my tab for me and my new friends here!”
    I sighed, rolled my eyes at him. Why was he so damn loud and happy? I hated jolly attention whores.
    En route to the restroom, a guy seated at the bar grabbed my hand. “Hey, baby. Let me buy you whatever you want.”
    From the shoes on his feet, to his jacked-up fingernails, to the gray hairs sprouting out of his wide nostrils, he couldn’t afford me. If he’d looked at my face instead of gawking at my ass, he would’ve seen I was already annoyed. I snatched my arm away, stared down at him. “Bitch, don’t you ever touch me again in your life.” Scales was too upscale not to have a dress code.
    He leaned back. “Bitch?” His brows grew closer together.
    I didn’t give a fuck what he thought; he’d heard me correctly. He should drop the defense. He wasn’t offended when he violated me. I hated the disrespectful shit men did. He didn’t know me. That fool also didn’t know I had my fully loaded forty in my purse, but if he touched me again, everybody up in here would find out. Some other woman might find his offering (probably a cocktail not a house) flattering. Not Alexis Crystal.
    I had a fifty-thousand-dollar car outside. Registered in my name and paid for by James. The balance on my college tuition was zero thanks to James. Rent. Paid in full every month by my gurl or my guy. Now that Chanel was my ex-gurl, I’d have to be nicer to James, but I wasn’t putting his ring back on ’til he ditched his side. Normally, this time of the morning I’d be at Pin Ups waiting for Chanel to finish stripping; then I’d empty her money bag into my oversized purse. Depending on how my conversation with Spencer went when he arrived, I might drop by the club on my way home.
    Maybe I could convince my sister Devereaux to cast me in Sophisticated Side Chicks ATL . Outside of having a super-sexy hourglass frame with a big butt and huge tits, I didn’t know what Devereaux saw in gold-digging Goldie Jackson. Lucky bitch came up on gay ass Buster. She thought that shit was a secret. My hair stylist, Marcus Darlin, knew all of his clients’ business. Acting had to be Goldie’s passion the way she kept her husband’s beard manicured. Her personal life seemed dazzled with materials, but that bitch was boring. Maybe I’d befriend her. Set her ass up. Take her spot. Devereaux knew I should’ve been Ebony Waterhouse, but she didn’t want to hire family.
    A couple got up from a table behind me. Maybe that jerk who’d touched my hand had done me the favor of my not having made it to the restroom. I sat on the