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fist.
“How long had it been going on?”
    “ Th-ey.” I swallowed,
pulling myself together. “They had apparently been fuck buddies
before Lenzy introduced us and claimed they hadn’t been together
since he and I started seeing each other…” I punched the pillow
hard. “Michael tried to tell me it was some good-bye fuck and
didn’t mean anything.”
    “ That asshole.” He shoved
up from the couch. “What’s your suite number? I’d like to explain
to him physically the meaning of commitment.”
    I had never seen Char fight. Normally he was
too laid back and calm to even be at the level of hitting anyone.
Seeing him now, a fierce presence surrounding him, made me see my
old friend in a new light. As an only child, I’d never had anyone
but my parents to defend me; now Char had become my avenger.
    “ There’s no need. I think
the mark my nails left on his face is proof of that to him.
Besides, I don’t want to see either of them again. I just want it
all to go away.”
    I realized how absurd that sounded while I
sat in my wedding dress with less than twelve hours until I had to
stand before a church full of people and tell them the wedding was
off.
    Sitting down again, closer to me, he said,
“Come here.” He opened his arms wide.
    Dropping the pillow, I scooted across the
cushion that was between us and leaned into him. His arms folded
around me. In his embrace, a man I’d spent my childhood playing
with and debating various issues, was like being home.
    “ The piece of shit doesn’t
deserve you, Katy.” There was still tension in his words, but his
caress along my back was gentle.
    I didn’t respond as I sat there, my body
humming and drunk on his aura. This combination of peace and
excitement was something I’d never experienced with Michael. Around
my ex-fiancé I had only felt anxiety and insecurity. That alone
should have been my clue that the superstar model was not for me. I
could kick myself for allowing myself to become a weak and hapless
woman, one who acted like she didn’t know her own mind. I would
have thought I was too smart for something like that. Apparently, I
could fall susceptible to glitz and glamour and a pretty face.
    “ I was such a fool, Char.
It was like I stopped thinking for myself. Stopped being
myself.”
    He squeezed me tight
against him. “Not a fool. Lenzy and Michael are part of a different
world. You were out of your element. Hell, everyone in that
business is not really themselves anyway. They all wear false masks. It’s their
damn profession.”
    “ You’re right.” She had
known that as she worked among them. Even occasionally laughed
secretly to herself when Lenzy would go on and on about things
dealing with it. “The first day I met Michael he said I had a
fresh, classic beauty. I remember being flattered. However, now
looking back and remembering all the things he made me change about
myself…I understand that to him classic means plain, fat and dowdy.
Fucker.”
    “ Katy, sweetheart, there
is nothing plain or dowdy about you.” He leaned back some then
cupped my face, lifting it up. His soft brown eyes held
mine.
    Why I’d thought they were non-descript and
forgettable before is beyond me. At the moment, they were intense
and captivating as they drew me in and held my gaze; locked.
    “ I liked all your curves
before. Very much.”
    “ You did?”
    He didn’t answer me. Instead his head bowed,
bending low toward mine.
    I knew he was going to kiss me. The racing
of my heart and the pull I felt toward him since he stood before me
when the elevator door parted assured me of that.
    Lifting up some, I met his lips. Those sexy
lips I had been admiring.
    The kiss began light; just a simple brush of
our mouths. I felt him exhale from his nose. His breath tickled my
cheek and caused heat to stir low in my stomach.
    Still holding my chin, he urged my lips to
part with the slightest pressure. I opened to him, allowing him
access. I wasn’t prepared for the