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day and gotten her everything she wanted. 
    Larkin began humming again as she dried off, then slipped into her matching designer bra and panty set.  She strolled into the bedroom, her ass jiggling; she had the body that men and women coveted.  Not only did she have the Coke bottle shape, but the big ass as well. She pulled on a pair of yoga pants and a cardigan, leaving several buttons open, allowing her breasts to pop out.  Larkin slipped into a pair of flip flops and meandered down the stairs.
    The staff hated her; they blamed her for breaking up Marcel’s family.  They weren’t too mean, they didn’t want to get fired, but they were disrespectful just enough to let her know that they didn’t like her, and that if she complained; she would look like the petty one.
    She passed two housekeepers and they both stopped their cleaning to nod curtly at her before resuming their work, Larkin smiled smugly at them. 
You work for me, bitches.
  Her cell phone buzzed, it was her stylist texting her that he’ll be there in two hours.  Her hair stylist texted her a few minutes later telling her that she was on her way and would be at the mansion in an hour or two, she had to make some stops along the way.
    Her salad was waiting for her in the kitchen, along with a cup of green tea.  The chef was nowhere in sight.  She picked up the tray and made her way to the media room.  The room was small compared to others and Marcel had plans to renovate it once the season ended.  But Larkin thought it was huge, with its fifty-five inch screen TV, and eight leather chairs, it was like having her own theater.  She settled into a leather chair, clicked on
Judge Judy
and dug into her salad. 
    An hour later, while on her second episode of
Judge Joe Brown
, Marcel walked into the room, she immediately jumped up and raced to him.
    “Hey baby!  How was practice?”  she asked, while rubbing against him. 
    “It was okay,” he responded curtly before stepping away from her.  Larkin moved forward and pressed against him a second time.  Marcel backed up and when he saw Larkin coming toward him again, he raised a hand, stopping her.  “Stop!”  She swatted it away. 
    “What’s wrong baby, I was just trying to say hi.”
    “Well hey.  Let’s go sit down; I need to talk to you.”  Marcel turned on his heels and without seeing if she was following, he headed toward the one lone sofa in the room.
    “What do you want to talk about?” Larkin asked.
    Marcel didn’t stop walking.  “Didn’t I just ask you to come sit down?” he asked irritated. 
    Larkin crossed her arms over her chest.  “I’m not going to,” she announced.
    Marcel stopped and faced her, he shrugged.  “I was trying to be civilized about this, but you need to leave, I’m getting back together with my wife,” he announced abruptly, then continued to the couch, he sat down and waited for her.
    A surge of fear hit Larkin, she raced after him.  “What are you talking about?” she stuttered before sitting down beside him.
    “She’ll be here in a couple hours.  That’ll give you enough time to pack up all your stuff.”
    “Baby, but why?”
    “I made a mistake, okay.  I want to reconcile with the mother of my children, I want a family.  I’m tired of hanging out in the clubs and partying.  I don’t want my kids to see me like that.”
    “Oh, I see.  We can join a church, become more respectable.  You can increase your appearances with your foundation.  Christmas is coming up, you can give out a bunch of toys and food to poor kids,” she said earnestly.
    “I am gonna do all that stuff…but with my family,” he said firmly.  “And I want you to leave.” He watched as the switch came on and she realized that he was serious and he wasn’t going to change his mind.
    “You’re kicking me out?  I thought you didn’t love your wife?”
    Marcel shrugged.  “I thought I didn’t, but the marriage counselor said that I was just