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claimed was stalking him? Well, this is what the movie is based upon.”
    â€œOh yeah, I do kind of remember it now. I had just moved to Houston, but it made national headlines because of his celebrity status,” Black Skirt replied. “I wonder if he still lives in the area.”
    That was my cue. It was perfect timing, because I had just finished my drink and I was tired of pretending not to listen to them.
    â€œIndeed he does,” I stated, looking directly at Black Skirt. I nodded at Locks.
    Black Skirt smiled, and in the few seconds it took for her to respond, she sized me up completely, from my expensive suit to my watch and shoes. Locks played the role of not being interested.
    â€œAnd how would you know that?” Black Skirt asked, licking her glossy lips.
    â€œAnd why are you all in our conversation?” Locks questioned.
    â€œLet me buy you and your friend another round of drinks, and I’ll tell you the entire story. By the way, my name is Dre’,” I stated, more to Black Skirt.
    â€œI’m Jennifer, and this is my friend Lisa,” she replied, reaching to shake hands.
    They agreed to the drinks, and I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I’d be between those thick thighs before the night was over. If I had been paying more attention to my surroundings, to something besides the two attractive women in front of me, I would have noticed a mysterious woman intensely checking me out, watching my every move. Much like a wild animal stalking her prey.

Chapter 7
    Xavier
    I still could not conceive of the whirlwind year I had somehow survived and conquered. Living out in la-la land and watching my vision get turned into a movie right before my eyes, witnessing the reactions as moviegoers and critics embraced it all across the country, yes, the last year of my life on some levels had been phenomenal. It was what every writer dreamt of.
    There was one small, well, actually, rather large blemish, which stole the joy away. All my success had come from the unfortunate circumstances that resulted from dealing with psycho Pilar. It all began and ended with her. While out in L.A. I kept busy with completing the movie project, being an executive producer, networking, making important contacts, doing power lunches, and meeting new and exciting people, including one in particular who took care of my needs on the regular. I was never really alone, never had the opportunity to seriously focus on Pilar and what had occurred between us. Sure, it was in my face every day, what with the movie; however, soon it became just that—a movie. I was watching actors and actresses do what they did best, act. That wasn’t about my life. At least I told myself that when my thoughts became too overwhelming.
    Now that I was home, in Houston, with lots of time on my hands, I didn’t know what to do with myself. I had originally planned to take a year off, to enjoy my successes and money, and not leap back into writing anything new so quickly. I realized I was burned out both physically and mentally. Not writing lasted only a few weeks, as I became stir-crazy living in my large home, alone with my random thoughts, which, one way or another, always drifted back to Pilar.
    â€œHey, babe. Are you okay?” Bailey asked, looking at me strangely.
    We were sitting in my spacious living room, cuddled up under a warm blanket, watching a mystery thriller she had chosen earlier.
    â€œI thought I told you not to call me that,” I said, massaging my forehead and sighing.
    â€œCall you what?”
    â€œBabe,” I said quietly. That was the term of endearment Pilar had always used when referring to me. Now I despised it with a passion.
    â€œOkay, sweetie. I’m sorry. Dang,” she stated, snuggling closer to me, if that was humanly possible.
    I didn’t comment one way or the other.
    â€œAre you enjoying the movie?” she asked, looking up at me and frowning. “You appear