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I run my hands over his delectable tight abs and just when I'm hoping he'll let me pleasure him for once—someone's pounding on the front door.
"Yoo-hoo. Ricky Ricardooooo, I know you're in there. Open up," Tyrone says in a mock Spanish accent.
"Sometimes I don't know who's timing is worse—him or Momma," Ricardo mutters under his breath.
I hop off his lap and follow him to the front door.
"Don't worry, I'll get rid of him," he says.
I'm about to tell him that it's fine but when he opens the front door...I see who's standing in the hallway.
What the hell is she doing here?
I prop a hand on my hip and stare her down. "Peppa? I thought you got ca
Dammit, I think she's supposed to be salt. Whatever, what's she's really supposed to be is gone.
This chick has caused enough problems tonight. This is the last thing we need right now.
She lunges toward me and it takes everything in me not to knock her the hell out.
"Number one, I have blonde hair, you idiot," she screams. "Number two—you're a bitch. Thanks a lot for lying to me about our 'job description'. I can't believe I almost slept with him!"
She did not just call me an idiot and a bitch in the same sentence.
And what the hell? It's not my fault she almost slept with Jackson...I don't control her vagina.
But maybe Jackson does, considering the pair of handcuffs she's sporting at the moment.
Either way, she has no right to blame me for any of this...it's not like I held a gun to her damn head.
I cackle and am delighted when her nostrils flare. "I didn't tell you to do anything you didn't want to do in the first place. I know a slut when I see one. Not my fault you fell for the trap and showed your true colors." I motion to the handcuffs she's wearing."Puttana."
Ricardo reaches for his shirt. "Whoa, ladies. That's enough," he snaps.
Seriously? He's not even going to take my side?
Before I know what's happening, she lunging at me again and this time, she headbutts me.
"Go home, Lou-Lou," Jackson barks.
I open my mouth to tell him his new girlfriend is a freaking lunatic but Ricardo leans over and whispers, "Go. We'll talk later," in my ear.
Yup, should have seen that coming. So much for being a team.
I don't even realize I'm sniffling until I walk down the hallway and into my apartment.