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ready to ignore him fully if he came up to me, but he didn’t.  Instead, I noticed him go from the corner of my right eye to the corner of my left.
    What? He didn’t even stop to say anything?
    I frowned and watched him look around. After locating a seat, he grinned, admiring some twenty-somethings and sat down.
    That son of a bitch!   I knew he saw me.  I’m almost certain to the fact.  But he didn’t have the decency to just stop and say hello, or give me a nod, some type of acknowledgment?
    I mean shit didn’t the night we share mean anything?
    I watched him pull out a cigar and light it.  As he leaned back in his chair, the bartender came up to me and placed a drink in front of me.  I turned and still frowning, said, “I didn’t order this.”
    He replied without a hint of a smile, “I know. He bought it for you.”
    I followed the bartender’s finger, and he pointed right at the son of a bitch who was now grinning and looking at me.
    Smug bastard.
    I gave him the finger, and I should have given back the drink or poured it out, but yeah I don’t turn down drinks. I have a thing about wasting alcohol. I may not like that he bought me this drink, but damn it I’m going to enjoy it. 
    Alcohol and I were the best of buddies.  I can hold my liquor, and I’m quite proud of that fact. Unfortunately, the two closest people in my life think I drink entirely too much and too often. I’m not an alcoholic by any means.  I’ll have a glass of wine when I’m grading papers to get me in the mood and mellow me out.  But on the weekend, if I’m at happy hour or something, I’m going to have a good time.  I don’t drink and drive.  My fiancé sends a car for me every time I go out to make sure I make it home safely.
    I frowned at the thought of Gavin and decided to order another shot of tequila. Every time I think of him my heart starts to break all over again.  I feel sick to my stomach wanting to curl up into a fetal position and cry.
    Gavin Diego was who I envisioned spending the rest of my life with.  He was nice, smart and successful. And he was very attractive. I mean very attractive.  He stood at a good six feet and worked out religiously.  He had beautiful brown eyes and thick black wavy hair that my hands lived in every chance I got.
    We met while he was getting his Master’s Degree at the university I currently teach at.  We both were in the library, he studying and I was grading papers. I would see him in the library all the time, and I admired him from afar.  I didn’t believe he and I were compatible just looking at him and me.  We were so different, but it turned out I was wrong.  He actually made the first move one day by coming up to me and asking if I was a student. When I told him I was a Psych professor, we started talking and well the rest was history.
    I was on cloud nine having a man like Gavin around me.  He was getting his Master’s in Political Science and was heavily involved in the Latin communities in Miami.  At first, I thought he was way too good for me. I have a seedy and dark past, and I didn’t want to tarnish him. But he would always tell me not to worry about anything.  He was in love with me, and he didn’t care about my past or what anyone else thought.  I was his, and he was mine.
    That’s sweet, right? Well, my best friend thought otherwise. Maya Wilson was my ace and closest friend. We met in undergraduate school at the University of Miami. She currently works for a huge public relations company in Miami as a publicist. To her, appearance is everything. She would always get on me about my looks, even before I met Gavin.  She would tell me that I needed to work out more, watch what I eat, buy expensive clothing so they can fit my body better. I’ve mentioned I’m a little on the thick side.  Well, the crazy thing about my makeup is I can work out all the time and my hips, ass and thighs remain big.  And when I gain weight guess where it goes… Yup,