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I’ll see you tomorrow.”
    “Be gentle with him ,” she called after me, smiling.
    Yeah, my thought exactly…

 

     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 2
     
    I stepped outside and was immediately assailed by a cold breeze. I hailed a cab and getting into the back seat told the driver DiMaios on 2 nd Avenue. I was surprised my stomach hurt so much; must be tension. Ten minutes later, we pulled up in front of DiMaios. I immediately saw Jonathan standing at the bar through the wall of glass, surrounded by women, as usual. He watched as I walked in and shrugged off my coat, then picked up his drink and crossed to where I stood.
    “ Hello, beautiful. Here, give me your coat.” He even made that sound distastefully fake. He grabbed my coat from my arm and hung it on the coat rack. I slung my pocketbook over my shoulder and followed the greeter to our table.
    I ’m not one to mince words, but Jonathan is an overly intense man. He’s extraordinarily handsome and uses his fame and good looks to get him what he wants and thinks he needs. I admit I was attracted to his looks, as was every woman who saw him, but he was sweet when I first met him. That sweetness faded. I caught him in flagrante with another model. My pride took a hit, but we were never really close, so outwardly I had to let it slide. Inwardly I couldn’t avoid the rejection he dealt me. What did this chick have that I didn’t?
    H aving eye candy at the ready to escort me out to dinner and clubs was nice. However, of late, he was smothering me, his way of trying to make up for his indiscretion, and I was becoming increasingly uncomfortable and just plain tired of his shit.
    “So, what did you want to talk to me about? Sounded urgent.”
    I looked up to see our waiter walking over.
    “Hello folks, what can I get you to drink?”
    “I’ll have a Martini, dry, olives , stirred please,” I answered.
    He looked at Jonathan and waited for his order.
    “I’ll have another one of these.” Jonathan held up his glass, the ice clinking as he shook it. “And can you bring two menus, I’m hungry.”
    “A gin and tonic. Yes sir. I’ll be back with your drinks and the menus in a minute.” He walked away and as soon as he was out of hearing range, I took a deep breath and gathered my courage.
    “Yeah ...listen…Jonathan, this is not easy for me to say, but I feel this relationship isn’t going in the direction I hoped. I don’t know what you want anymore.” I paused. “I think it would be better if we broke this off, for both of us.”
    There, I got it out. I looked up to see him staring at me…intensely. His blue eyes turned cold and dark with his building anger. It was always easy to tell when he was angry, his face reddened and his eyes darkened. Not pleasant look at all, but he still managed to look perfectly handsome even then.
    “If this is about that girl, she really didn’t mean a thing, it was just sex, we fucked, that’s all. It’s not like we were solid…you, me, we were off and on and...”
    I raised my hand , stopping him midsentence.
    “No, it has nothing to do with you and your fucking whore. This may sound like a cliché, but I just don’t have feelings for you. I need a break. I want to be on my own.”
    He continued to star e at me.  A look of disbelief crossed his face followed by a look I don’t think I’ve ever seen on him before. I think it was hatred. It flashed quickly across his features then disappeared.
    The waiter walked to the table with our drinks and placed them down as well as two menus. Jonathan leaned back in his chair, seething. The chair moaned with the force of his muscular weight.
    “Give us a minute ,” he spat out. The waiter quickly turned and walked away. He couldn’t walk fast enough to get away from us.
    Jonathan slowly leaned in toward me. The heat of his breath brushed my face, tinged with the smell of alcohol.
    “ The fucking Princess…” he paused, “you fucking cunt. You think you’re fucking