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choice.”
    Those lyrics plus QB’s weight gain/period bloat/constipation/growing fetus have started a shitstorm on the internet that I kinda can’t believe I wasn’t behind.  But then again, I could never fathom the idea of Tyler Chase bumping nasties with anyone besides myself the person he truly loves.  I have to say, I’ll be bummed as fuck if Tyler did choose to lose it (yes, I believe he’s still pure) to that masked, possibly fugly weirdo.  I mean, if he’s just into his girls wearing costumes while doing the dirty, I’ll do that for him.  Just don’t make me sing ‘My Choice,’ okay?
    In defense of my Tyler, there are other possibilities of baby daddies if QB really is preggers.  Word has it that there’s been a tall, teenaged, dark-haired hottie lurking around her entourage lately who is not a dancer, makeup artist, stylist, or professional ass kisser.  I’m going to place my bets on him being the one who knocked QB up – either that, or the girl really needs to take some Dulcolax.  Because Tyler Chase’s golden swimmers have millions of little “Reserved” signs on them, and those reservations were made by me, or an equally deserving Tyler Chaser.
    And I swear to God, Queen Bee, if I hear any more bullshit about you corrupting my baby, I am hunting you down.
    Oh wait.  I already am.

 
     
    The Empire State Building was lit in lavender that night.  Gemma pretended that it was an ode to Queen Bee as she gazed into the distance.  She had seen the building a thousand times, but she found it suddenly breathtaking as she stood alone on the roof of a fifty-floor hotel.
    Well, not completely alone.
    “Happy early birthday,” Tyler grinned.  “I think… since no one knows Queen Bee’s actual birth date.”
    “This way, I get the entire month.”  Gemma turned to him.  In addition to the spectacular scenery was a table for two, set in the very middle of the enormous rooftop.  The sun was almost set, leaving the sky an indigo hue.  It was that time of the evening when the city lights were just beginning to sparkle. 
    “This is beautiful, Tyler,” she breathed.  “You really didn’t have to.” 
    He simply shrugged and smiled in response. 
    “But I’m happy you did,” Gemma said genuinely.
    It was hard to believe that they had even gotten to where they were.  Following the Today Show performance, Tyler had whispered a time and location for Gemma to meet him that night.  It was rather unexpected, though more unexpected than that was Mira’s decision to let her go.  Gemma was far too jubilant to be bothered by the three members of security that were sent to accompany her – they came in handy anyway, as Gemma arrived at the hotel to a flurry of fans and paparazzi.  Masked in large Chanel shades, no one knew that she had taken off her lavender contacts for Tyler. 
    As she hurried into the lobby with screaming fans reaching for her, she flashed back to the security meltdown in L.A. during her March tour.  Tyler had surprised her by attending alone, and his very presence sparked a crowd frenzy that would force them to hide out together in a dark room.  In order to escape, Tyler helped Gemma undress from a skintight catsuit, her silhouette being all he could see.  Before disappearing into the night, Gemma allowed Tyler one small glimpse at her true identity – her emerald green eyes. 
    Looking back on the memory gave her chills.  She was certain that after that fiasco, she would never be allowed to step outside without her full security team.  But now, on the roof with Tyler, she reveled in the fact that her three bodyguards were planted on the other sides of the exits, giving her as much privacy as she had ever had.
    “Is it sad,” Gemma began as Tyler pulled her chair out for her.  “That this is completely wild to me?”
    He took his seat across from her, a curious grin curling his lips.  “What is?”
    “That I’m doing something that wasn’t penned into my