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to you that way.”
    She didn’t face him. “Save the apologies for your wife. You’ll need them.”
    He reached for her, pulling her against him. “I’ll take care of everything with Brandi. Just show me that you want to stay…”
    “Which means I have to continue to sleep with you?”
    “I know I lied,” he said, glossing over that point. “But I can pull things together and it’ll be all right. I just didn’t know how to manage things between us and I didn’t want to lose you. I still want you.”
    “Right now, I wouldn’t screw you with somebody else’s pussy.” She jerked free of his hold. “And to tell you the truth, I’ve got a better offer on the table. I’ll be seeing you around.”
    Vernon followed Tanya to the car. As she stuffed the last of her most important things into the backseat he asked, “Where the hell do you think you’re going? You don’t have any family. You don’t have any friends. All you have…is me.”
    Something really ugly had come into his voice and she couldn’t resist saying, “What I
have
is a Lexus. What I
have
is a diamond ring that can probably carry me for at least eight months. What I
have
is the common sense to leave while my ass is attached to my body. Thanks to your wife.”
    Tanya slammed the door, crossing to the driver’s side. “You’ve lied tome and I don’t mean a little white-collar lie, I’m talking a state prison kind of lie.” She pulled the seat belt over her breasts. “It was different when I didn’t know. Now that I do, it would be wrong for me to even
think
about staying with you. Really wrong.” She cranked up the engine. “You dismissed me as if I were nothing but a pile of shit caught on the bottom of your wingtips. So screw you.”
    “I was good to you when it counted,” Vernon said softly, gripping the edge of the window. “You didn’t say anything then.”
    “True, but I would’ve appreciated a lot less attitude and dick, and a lot more honesty and love.”
    Vernon dipped his head, reached in and snatched the keys from the ignition. She grabbed his hand, which he yanked back, victoriously waving the keys. In the struggle his wallet had slipped out, lodged between the seat and the door.
    He glared at her. “You can’t take the car.”
    “It’s in my name free and clear. Something I should’ve done with the house.” She reached in her purse, scrambling the contents for a second before pulling out the spare keys. “The Lexus will probably get better mileage than this relationship,” she said with a faint, bitter smile as she let the window up slowly. “And it certainly goes the distance, which is more than I can say for your bedroom techniques. And it hits corners much better. See you around.”
    She pulled away before he could reply, hitting the corner at Wabash before turning onto Eighty-Seventh Street. Then the tears came.
    Growing up, her mother had read her all the fairy tales about Prince Charming—an ivory-skinned, handsome blond with blue eyes the color of the sky, six feet tall, and a smile that ushered in the sun. He’d come riding in on a unicorn—oh, how she had loved those magical creatures—and he’d sweep her off her feet and they’d live happily ever after.
    In reality, Wilbur Jaunal, Tanya’s father, the king of the castle, was a child molester who used his power and money to cover up his crimes. Margaret, “the queen,” did whatever it took to keep him on the hill, even going so far as trying to kill Princess Tanya in the process.
    Prince Charming Number One was the pimp who tried to rein her in the moment she got off the bus in New York. He soon learned that
country
was not synonymous with
dumb
.
    Prince Charming Number Two was an East Indian man who needed her to marry him so he could stay in the country and continue his work as a restaurant chef. He had a wife back home whom he planned to bring over once his visa was in the clear. At least he was upfront about his sins. She declined this