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and out of my problems. Having a good orgasm makes you feel better about everything, not everybody, honey. Bye, bitch.”
    I watched Brandon strut into the bank. His broad shoulders complemented his slender muscular frame. His clothes were designed by one person; tailored by another. Neon-lime was his favorite color. His radiant glowing skin, high butt cheeks and cheekbones, made women take a second look. Brandon’s nails were always manicured to perfection. Hair never looked like it needed to be cut. He was a you-only-live-once kind of guy.
    Brandon was right. Out of all the couples I knew, only a few seemed truly in love. I wanted to be in that minority. I wanted a man who sincerely loved me. I exhaled.
    Was promiscuity the new normal nowadays?

CHAPTER 6
    Blake
     
     
     
    N ot ready to go home to an empty house, I stopped in Buckhead at Posh Nails for a manicure by my favorite technician, Amy. While she pampered my hands, Anna massaged my legs and feet with hot stones. After they were done, I sat in the plush tan leather chair checking my Facebook and Instagram pages.
    Sandara, my youngest daughter, had posted a video. She was holding up a pair of shoes. Lawd, I’d better connect my Bluetooth before listening to this. I tapped my screen and heard, “Raymond, these are too small! While you rollin’ in yo’ new ride, your son needs a new pair of shoes, ho. Size ten, ho!” She flashed five fingers twice.
    I shook my head at how she’d handled the situation but she was right. Early birthday wishes were posted on my page from my siblings. Ruby, Carol, Peter, Walter, Teresa, Kevin, and Kim stated they wished they could be with me tomorrow. I became sad. Growing up, no matter how much we argued, we loved one another. I missed them. We’d all moved from our hometown of Charlotte but I was the only one living in Atlanta.
    I started to open my work e-mail account. I locked my cell, dropped it in my purse. “Thanks, guys. See you in two weeks.”
    Getting in my car I unwrapped Brandon’s gift. OMG! A pink Rock-Chick? One end was a G-spot stimulator. The opposite tip was a clit stimulator. Each time I pressed the button the buzzing got stronger. I touched it again and the toy started pulsating.
    “This thing can’t be safe to use while driving,” I said, continuously pressing the button. “Lawd, how many speeds does this thing have? I can see myself crashing while having an orgasm.” How do I turn it off? Forget it. I tossed it in my purse, then talked a text message to Brandon. LOL Thank You!
    I circled Lenox Square Mall and Phipps Plaza several times until I was tired, then I headed home. The black BMW 750i was in my driveway. When I opened the front door, his cheap cologne greeted me. He didn’t.
    Fortune was lounging on my sofa, drinking a beer, watching the game. “You ask Jeremy for those tickets? You know I want to take you to the Affordable Old School concert at Wolf Creek.”
    My stomach churned making me want to vomit. I picked up the remote, turned off the television. Staring at Fortune, softly I said, “Get off of my sofa and get the hell out of my house.” Then I yelled, “Now!”
    He stood, opened his mouth. I held up my hand, shook my head, then told him, “I’ll have your clothes delivered wherever you’d like. But right now, you need to leave. And never come back.”
    “Blake—”
    “I’m serious. Get out of my house.”
    He went upstairs, returned with his keys. Slowly, he removed my house key, handed it to me.
    I shook my head. “I don’t need it.” I dialed a locksmith. “Can you send someone to rekey my entire house right now?” I paused, then replied, “Great,” giving them my address.
    Fortune stared at me. He took baby steps toward the door, placed his hand on the knob. His eyes drooped, then his head hung as he opened the door. Hesitantly, he crossed the threshold. He stared at me, closed the door. I watched the latch turn as he locked it with his key.
    The first thing I did