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responding to his hoe comment.
    â€œStupid bastard, the name is Jada!” I shouted from outside of the closet, per his request to keep distance between us. “Oooo, just wait! I got somethin’ for that ass! You gon’ be somewhere leakin’, trust me!”
    I marched out of the bedroom, thinking of ways to get himback for what he’d done to me. I also wasn’t sure if coming to this house was the right doggone decision, and the last thing I wanted to do was fistfight with men. That was something I’d done mostly all my life, and I was sick of it. Maybe my approach toward that idiot was wrong. I did want to start off on the right foot, but after what he’d done, I didn’t know if that was possible.

I was skeptical about joining this challenge, but what did I have to lose? I’d been back in St. Louis for a little over a year now, trying to piece my life back together after falling in love with my best friend’s husband, Jonathan. She thought I was being SLICK , but I wasn’t. Jonathan and I worked together, and when I looked around, one thing just led to another. I still had deep feelings for him, but he recently told me that after his and Dana’s divorce, that he was engaged to another woman. The news truly broke my heart and it felt shattered into a thousand pieces. At this point, I needed to get away to reevaluate where my life was headed from here.
    I entered the Hell House on Sunday, September 16th, expecting for it to be a nightmare. But what I found was a handsome young man sitting next to whom I assumed to be his woman. They seemed nice and introduced themselves as Roc and Chase. The conversation was cordial and they directed me to take my luggage into the bedroom. That was what I did, but I halted my steps when I heard two people going at each other in a closet. I stood in the doorway, trying to put two and two together and remember where I had seen the man inside of the closet before.
    â€œDon’t I know you from somewhere?” I said, interrupting his harsh words to a chubby woman with fire in her eyes. She lookedmad as hell and stormed out of the closet like a category 5 hurricane was upon her.
    â€œStupid bastard, the name is Jada!” she shouted. “Oooo, just wait! I got somethin’ for that ass! You gon’ be somewhere leakin’, trust me!”
    â€œI hope so and I’m looking forward to it, you non-talking—” He paused and glanced at me. “Know me from where?”
    â€œI’m not sure. You look so familiar, but I can’t put my finger on it. Anyway, I’m Sylvia.”
    â€œJaylin,” he answered, then placed his cologne on a shelf. “Not sure where I know you from either, but considering that I know a whole lot of women, ain’t no telling. Just glad I switched those nametags again.”
    I didn’t understand what he was saying about the nametags, so I didn’t comment on that. “So, you’ve had that many women where you can’t remember who you’ve met before, huh?”
    I couldn’t help but to laugh. This man was a knockout, and I was sure keeping up with his women was difficult. I knew he hadn’t had me—not yet anyway.
    â€œWomen, knuckleheads, losers…whatever you want to call some of them. But as nice looking as you are, I would remember you.”
    I blushed, definitely appreciating the compliment. The thirty pounds I lost must have helped and the long braids I had done last weekend made me look younger. If I didn’t do anything else, I took care of myself. My whole attitude was much better, and I realized that hurting other people to get what I wanted wasn’t the best way to go. Losing Jonathan and my best friend, Dana, was a wake-up call.
    â€œI appreciate the compliment, Jaylin, and I don’t have to tell you how much I think you got it going on, do I?”
    I swear his smile was to die for. He teased me and it was goodto see