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remarried. Also, do you feel as used as I do?
    I adjusted the chair and placed my fingertips on the keyboard to respond to Sasha’s questions.
    I doubt that Jonathan and Dana would ever remarry. There was too much damage done. But if it somehow magically happened, I would be hurt. I get what you’re saying about feeling used, and even though I don’t want to seem like the victim here, I was put in a tricky situation. As my friend, Dana used me to lie for her. She often told Jonathan that she had been spending time with me, when in reality she was with her lover. She had no problem putting me in the middle of her lies, and I was put into a horrible situation where I had to lie to Jonathan when he asked about our whereabouts. Unfortunately, I wasn’t a good liar as she was, and he was able to see right through me. I hated lying to him because I loved him. But he also made me feel used. It was my shoulder that he cried on when Dana had hurt him. It was my pussy that he dove into when he didn’t have access to hers. I happened to be in the right place at the right time, but to this day, there is a part of me that still loves him. I’m aware that my lingering love really doesn’t matter and some things in life can never be. Then again, I’m not one who can ever predict the future, so who knows? Maybe that wedding of his won’t happen after all.
    I heard a horn blow. When I rushed to the window, I saw a yellow taxi parked in front of the house. I figured it was waiting for me, so without any further ado, I thanked Sasha for her question, logged off the computer and grabbed my bags. With my head held high, I sauntered by everyone sitting in the living room and slammed the door to Hell House on my way out.

Simply put, women like Sylvia had to learn about men the hard way. I saw the setup coming a mile away. She seriously thought she had the upper hand when it came to men like Jaylin. I may have underestimated him too, but as soon as he came through the kitchen this morning and didn’t say two words to Sylvia, I knew it was a wrap for her.
    What I didn’t expect was for Jeff to ask us to vote someone out of the house today. I didn’t give it a single thought. Sylvia had to go. She was fake. With her going back and forth between Roc and Jaylin, that wasn’t working for me. The next person I wanted to go was Jada. She was too much! I didn’t care much for Prince either, but I preferred to be left in this house with three men and no other women.
    My plan to get Jada out of here would be difficult, only because Jaylin and Roc seemed to like her. I wasn’t so sure about Prince, though. I couldn’t read him like the others, but I did peg him as being a no-good crook that would stab a best friend in the back. I wasn’t sure how he felt about Jada, so I intended to pay more attention to him. Maybe he could help me get her out of here—who knows?
    The breaking news about Sylvia leaving had everybody watchingtheir backs and on edge. We all seemed distant, but when Jada recommended that everyone join her in the living room area for a late-night movie, we agreed. She popped popcorn and separated it into two round bowls. The movie we decided to watch was a horror movie. With a blanket covering me, I scooted over on the floor and sat next to Roc. Jada was only a few inches away from Jaylin on the couch and Prince was relaxing on a beanbag.
    â€œSomebody needs to turn out the lights and start the movie,” Prince said.
    â€œYou’re the closest to the TV,” Jaylin replied. “And besides that, I can’t touch anything with all this hot butter on my hands. Without mentioning any names, somebody thought it was a bright idea to pour two sticks of melted butter over the popcorn.”
    Jada sighed and snatched the bowl from his hands. “Yo ass is always complainin’ about somethin.’ I would hate to be yo damn woman ’cause you ain’t never