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perfect. Everyone has to jump for you. You can’t let shit go. She meant nothing. But you can’t fucking let it go.” The venom in his voice caused goose bumps to rise on my arms and neck.
    My fig ht or flight response kicked in, fight being the dominant of the two.
    “You are an arrogant jackass. I couldn’t care less about the fucking whore you slept with. I want nothing to do with you . You! Is that so hard for you to believe? I’m not some stupid slut vying for your fucking attention.” I lifted my drink up tossed it back, draining the contents. I slammed my glass down on the table, stood up and looked right at him—directly into those cold, evil-looking eyes. “Stay the fuck away from me. I was trying to be civil with you but you are a fucking psycho.”
    I pulled my pocketbook off the back of my chair with such force the chair fell over.  Reaching in I grabbed a fifty-dollar bill out and tossed it on the table, then quickly walked away, stopping only to grab my coat, slipping it on as I walked out the door. I took a deep breath, letting the cold crisp air clear my head and releasing the tension that had been building up inside me.
    Wanting to put space between me and psycho-boy , I walked to the curb and hailed a cab. One pulled over immediately and I climbed into the back, giving the cabbie my address.
    A s we pulled away, I looked back at the restaurant to see Jonathan with his back leaning against the bar. Even behind the glass I was able to see the hatred on his face. A chill ran up my spine.
    Crazy s on-of-a-bitch.

    As I arrived in front of my apartment building, Tony, my doorman, opened the taxi door and assisted me out.
    “Hello , Tony.”
    “Miss Preston.” He tipped his hat. “Any packages today?”
    “No, had no time to shop today.” I managed a weak smile.
    As Tony opened the building door for me I turned to him. “Tony, Mr. Kaplan is no longer on my guest list. Please remove his name right away, and let Joe know as well. Thank you.”
    “Yes, Miss Preston. Is everything okay?”
    “ I guess you can say I had enough.”
    He looked at me and an understanding look flashed across his face. It was no secret Tony did not like Jonathan. Jonathan was a rude man.
    “Miss Preston .” He tapped his hat.
    “ Thank you, Tony. You rock.”
    I caught his smile as I turned and walked to the elevator bank. When the elevator arrived, I pushed the PH button and entered my code. As the elevator whisked me up to the top floor, I shook off my meeting with Jonathan, surprised my hands were still shaking. The doors opened and I stepped out into the hallway. There were two Penthouse apartments, one mine and one Michelle’s. The top floor had been so huge when I bought the original space that I had the floor plan rearranged to configure the tremendous space into two large apartments. I took one and literally forced Michelle into the other.
    The painters had Michelle’s apartment door opened and I looked in to gauge their progress. The smell of fresh paint wafted toward me, causing my nose to wrinkle with dislike. The new color looked great though.
    “H ey, how much longer will I have my roommate?” I asked the bald portly man in white paint-spattered overalls.
    “Should be finishing up shortly , miss. Will be done tomorrow afternoon.”
    “Cool.”
    I turned, stepping out of Michelle’s apartment, and walked down the hall to my door. I entered my alarm code, unlocked the door and stepped inside. I was unhappy the smell of paint followed me in.
    I threw my coat and pocketbook on the bench by the front door and walked into the kitchen to wash my hands. Opening the fridge, I grabbed the bottle of champagne I opened last night. I reached into the cabinet and took down a flute then poured myself a glass. I downed it as quickly as I could, reveling in the tiny bubbles rushing down my throat. I poured another glass. The tension ebbed and I finally began to relax. I put the bottle back into the fridge and grabbed