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when I realized I’d forgotten to use a condom. Fuck.
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    One Week Later
    I hope she’s here…and only mildly pissed at me.
    The past week had been complete hell. I’d spent the past seven days trying to ignore I felt something for Isabella Fisher, other than straight up lust. Of course, I did this in the worst way possible… Dana.
    Dana Harkins was friends with my former boss and Army buddy, Zane. He introduced us about nine months ago after one of my gigs. He warned me at the time that she was bad news but I didn’t listen. At first I thought she was exotic. For about four or so months we hung out. In other words, I showed up at her place two or three times a week, nailed her, got dressed and went home. She was my go to girl for all of my sexual urges. Seriously, there is nothing the girl wouldn’t try. However, it didn’t take long for the shine to wear off and the tarnish to seep through. I could tell she took me for a fool. I let her. It was easier this way. I could see right through her act and, believe me, it was all an act. Dana Harkins was about as fake as they came. With her collagen lips and overblown tits, nothing was real about her, especially her personality. I was good with this. That is, until she started getting jealous, catty and possessive every time a woman so much as glanced in my direction. I decided right then and there to cut her loose and hadn’t seen much of her in the last five months …That is, until this week. All I could think about was how sweet Ibby felt wrapped around me. Her eyes, lips and smile were stuck in my brain, like a song you hear on the radio and can’t get out of your head….for days. By mid-week I was so desperate to erase her floral scent and sexy-as-shit voice from my head, that I made the colossal mistake of seeking out Dana. I had her stripped and dripping wet for me and I couldn’t go through with it. My dick was hard for the wrong woman. That’s when I made the decision to go back to Charleston and see Isabella.
    The entire drive there I listened to the songs we had played at my aunt’s fundraiser and thought about what to say to her. Maybe, after we got to know each other a little better, I would be able to tell her about my fucked up past. I’d never let myself think this way before. It felt good.
    As I pulled into her driveway, I noticed a black Mercedes parked behind her Toyota. Sally must be home. Nice car. Taking a deep breath, I hopped out of my jeep, bolted up her front steps and rang the doorbell.
    Brutus barked inside the house and I smiled. This dog was the shit. Someone yelled, but I couldn’t make out the words. The door flew open and a man stood there. He looked to be about mid-thirties with short brown hair and glasses. He had on old man slacks and an argyle sweater vest.
    “May I help you?” he asked.
    “I’m looking for Isabella. Is she here?”
    “I’m sorry, Bella’s not in right now.” Something in his tone sounded off.
    “How about Sally?”
    “Sally is at work. Look, is there something I can do for you? I’m kind of in the middle of something,” he impatiently clipped.
    I was starting to get pissed off. “Yeah, you can tell me where Isabella is so I can talk to her.”
    “My fiancée is not here at the moment. I will be happy to tell her you stopped by.” He started to shut the door, but I stuck my foot out and stopped it.
    “You are Isabella’s fiancée? Since when?” I asked.
    “I don’t think that’s any of your business,” he snapped.
    “Trust me, it is,” I told him.
    His lips pursed. “If you must know, Bella and I have been together for over a year. Now, would you like for me to tell her you stopped by or not?”
    What. The. Fuck?
    “Where were you last weekend?” I asked.
    His eyes popped with surprise and then narrowed in understanding. “Out of town.” Through clenched teeth, he said, “Bella and I were in the middle of a misunderstanding last weekend. It has since then been