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reaction. He’d
fucked Cherrie numerous times, but he couldn’t find anything attractive about
her now. His cock remained flaccid in his pants.
    “I didn’t invite you back to my apartment,” he said. “It’s
late. I’m tired.” He needed to tread carefully. Cherrie was prone to overreact,
and he wasn’t in the mood to deal with her drama.
    She rubbed her hands over her breasts. “Come on, Kent . I know
you want to fuck me. You always want to fuck me.” Cherrie went to her knees and
crawled to him. Kent closed his eyes as a wave of disgust swept through him.
    Cherrie reached him and opened the first button of his
pants.
    “Stop!” Kent shouted
the word. Cherrie stopped.
    “What? This is what you want. This is what you always want,” she said. Gone was the
seductress, and in her place was the whining woman.
    “I didn’t give you permission to enter my apartment. I want
you to leave. I haven’t seen you in over a year, Cherrie. If I see you again,
I’ll have you done for trespassing on my personal property.” He grabbed the
coat from his chair and threw it at her.
    “You’re an evil bastard,” she said, jerking the coat back
on.
    “Get the fuck out.” He followed her to his door and slammed
it in her face. Next, he called security to warn them about her presence.
    Staring at the sheets in his room, Kent decided on
the sofa for his night’s sleep. How had his night turned into a fucking
nightmare?

Chapter Six
     
    The next few days flew by, and before Lana knew it, the
following weekend was there. Every night during the week Kent had been
waiting for her in his building. Some nights they went to the diner to eat and
others he dropped her home without going inside with her. She didn’t mind as
some nights their friendship confused her. Kent talked a lot about his work,
and she got the feeling he didn’t talk with anyone else. His own friends were
settled down with children. He liked to talk about them a lot. She didn’t mind
listening. He stopped asking her questions about her past.
    Turning over in her bed, Lana checked the time on her alarm
clock. It was gone nine on a Saturday morning. She’d gone shopping last night
after finishing work early at the diner. Lana switched on the radio and climbed
out of bed. Walking into the bathroom, she cleaned her teeth and started a
shower. Once her shower was finished, she dressed in a long denim skirt and
pink jumper. The weather looked chilly outside even though the sun was shining.
She wrapped her hair in a messy bun before going into the kitchen for her
cereal and morning coffee.
    Sitting at the table she went through the bills she needed
to pay along with the details for her bank account. She did some quick maths to
make sure she had enough to pay everything. As she was finishing up her sums someone
knocked on her door. Frowning, she checked the clock and saw it was just after
half nine.
    Going to the door she opened it as far as the security latch
allowed. Kent stood with coffee and baked goods.
    “Good morning,” he said. Last weekend he hadn’t stopped by,
and she wasn’t expecting him this morning. He carried a newspaper with him.
    “Are you turning into a stalker?” she asked, not opening the
door any wider.
    “Do I look like a stalker?”
    “I don’t know. I don’t know that many stalkers,” she said,
smiling even though she tried not to.
    “Well, not many stalkers are known to bring breakfast
muffins and Spanish blended coffee, but I do,” he said.
    She let out a sigh then opened the latch. “I’ve already eaten,
but feel free to sit down and eat.” She finished writing out her calculations
as Kent took a seat opposite her.
    “What are you doing?” he asked. Their friendship really was
strange.
    The billionaire businessman and the cleaner, she chuckled at
her own thoughts.
    “I’ve got money for your thoughts,” he said.
    “And I’m not sharing them. You can keep your money, Kent . I’m doing
what us mere mortals