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“Yeah, baby?”
    She smiled wickedly. “I’m ready for round two.”

Chapter 5
    Fiona
    Later that morning, Fiona Powell was awakened by the sound of voices outside her bedroom. Opening her eyes, she peered groggily at the alarm clock on her nightstand. It was 8:26 a.m.
    Frowning, she rolled over in bed, encountering the muscled warmth of a man’s naked body. She eyed him blankly for a moment, trying to remember who he was and how he’d gotten there.
    As a kaleidoscope of images flashed through her mind, the memories came rushing back. Last night she’d driven to a popular downtown club hoping to crash Tamia’s homecoming party. But she’d been turned away at the front entrance by a big, beefy bouncer who’d checked the clipboard in his hand and informed her that she’d been placed on a “Do Not Enter” list, as if she were some fucking terrorist.
    Enraged and humiliated, Fiona had cussed the dude out before taking her ass to another club, where she’d hooked up with a sexy, caramel-toned brother who’d bought her drinks and shared his weed. They’d worked it out on the dance floor, then returned to her house for a serious fuckathon that had lasted into the wee hours of the morning.
    Since Fiona didn’t have any appointments scheduled until noon, she’d hoped to sleep in late.
    So much for that idea.
    Hearing the shuffle of heavy footsteps in the hallway, she frowned and jumped out of bed, naked breasts bouncing. She snatched her panties off the floor and tugged them on, then strode to her closet and grabbed her robe.
    “What’s going on?” came a drowsy mumble from the bed.
    “Nothing.” What the hell is his name again? “Go back to sleep.”
    He did just that, pulling the covers over his head as Fiona quickly left the room and started down the short hallway.
    When she reached the living room, she was stunned to encounter bare walls, windows without curtains, and missing furniture. As she stood there gaping around, two young Hispanic guys strolled into the house, walked over to the remaining sofa, and lifted it onto their shoulders.
    “Hey!” Fiona yelled, rushing over to them. “What the fuck do y’all think you’re doing?”
    They stared at her with confused expressions.
    “What? Y’all motherfuckers don’t speak English? That’s my shit you’re stealing!”
    “Actually,” a voice said coolly, “it’s mine.”
    Fiona whirled toward the front door.
    Tamia sauntered into the house looking like she’d just stepped off the set of a BET music video. Her long bob was swinging, and she wore a pair of designer sunglasses, skintight jeans, and strappy stiletto sandals.
    Fiona glared at her. “What the hell’s going on, Tamia?”
    “What the hell does it look like? I’m moving out, and I’m taking my shit with me.”
    “What?” Fiona exclaimed in shock. “You didn’t tell me you were moving!”
    “I just did.” Tamia signaled to the two men, who carried the sofa out the front door.
    “Wait a minute!” Fiona protested vehemently. “They can’t take that!”
    “Says who?” Tamia countered. “ I’m the one who bought that sofa, not you. Matter of fact, I bought practically everything in this damn house. Which is why I’m taking everything with me.”
    Fiona stared at her. “What do you mean?”
    “I don’t think I stuttered,” Tamia said coldly, pushing her sunglasses off her face as she started across the room. “But since your stank ass is obviously high or hung over, let me make myself clearer. When I leave this house today, everything that belongs to me is going with me.”
    Fiona panicked. “You can’t do that!”
    “Oh, yeah?” Tamia challenged, advancing on Fiona until their faces were separated by mere inches. “Who’s gonna stop me?”
    Fiona swallowed hard as something like fear crept over her. “Don’t move out, Tam-Tam,” she said plaintively. “Stay here with me. It’ll be like old times again.”
    Tamia eyed her incredulously. “ Are you out of