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the intention of putting it back in the box, but when the buzzer sounds again she decides to answer the door instead.
    When Jade makes it to her intercom she presses the ‘Talk’ button.
    “Who is it?” She pressed ‘Listen’ to hear a response, but none comes through. Jade tries again. “Who is it?” Again, no one responds. Jade shrugs it off as a simple accident.
    Maybe someone buzzed the wrong apartment and realized their mistake , she thought.
    Another concept floating around in the back of her mind is the thought of the people who were looking for her at her job—an idea she quickly casts out. Jade knows this notion would only lead to her blowing an insignificant situation up into something much bigger than it really is.
    In the end, Jade rules the occurrence out as a mishap. She doesn’t get a full two feet away from the intercom before someone starts to knock heavily on her door. Jade startling thuds startle Jade. The idea she once wrote off as nothing is now the only thing she can think of.
    At a snail's pace, Jade heads back to the door. She slyly slides the chain-link lock into place. She tentatively looks through the peep-hole and is thankful to see Drake standing on the other side.
    She unlatches the chain, unlocks the two heavy-duty deadbolts and pulls the door open. Standing across the threshold is Drake, coolly leaning against the outer doorframe with an extremely seductive look on his flawless face.
    Drake is certainly an attractive man. Besides his powerful shoulders, chiseled physique and above average handsomeness, there was another quality that drew people in to him. It was an unseen aura of magnetism that seemed to radiate off of him. His presence creates a lure that made anyone susceptible to his charm. There wasn’t a woman he couldn’t have, but for the last four months, Drake has only had eyes for Jade, and the same went for her.
    Drake skims over Jade’s wrinkled clothes and then stares at her ruffled hair. “I take it you’re not ready to go yet,” he said with a smirk.
    “I’m sorry. I lost track of time. I was cleaning up and all I remember after that was waking up to you ringing the buzzer.”
    Drake enters the apartment. “Don’t worry about it, J. With the way you stretch yourself between school and work it’s amazing you’re not in a coma. That’s why I knocked so hard. I figured you might’ve been sleep.”
    “I’m sure you don’t wanna wait for me to get ready. If you want to reschedule for another night I’d understand,” she said, standing at the door.
    “I wouldn’t say all that. I’ll call the restaurant and push our reservations back for another hour or so.”
    “That’s sweet, but I don’t want to make you wait for me. It’ll take me at least a half hour to make myself decent.”
    Drake walks up to Jade and gently glides a finger from the top of her cheek, down to her chin, all the while staring deep into her eyes. “I’ll always wait for you,” he declared with the upmost sincerity. “Always remember that, okay?”
    The heartfelt confession causes Jade to blush. She gives Drake an affectionate kiss before heading to the bathroom to take a shower. Left in the living room alone, Drake sits on the couch and flips through the pages of a magazine sitting on the coffee table. Growing bored, he walks around the living room, looking for anything that might capture his interest.
    Drake spots a single photo resting on the table by the front door. Curious to the nature of the picture, he walks toward the table and picks the photo up for a closer examination.
    At first glimpse, an unforeseen impulse of jealousy takes control of him. He can easily determine the picture isn’t a recent one, but what he can’t figure out is why she still has it.
    Who the hell is this guy and why the hell would she keep a picture of him for so long?
    Drake’s jealous mind goes into overdrive. Refusing to let the situation die, he decides to do a little snooping.
    Drake