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couldn’t seem to break away from the model-looking chick type if his life depended upon it. As I stared out at her, I was surprised at the intensity of my hatred. I was shocked that the severity of it didn’t spill forth and overtake her on the spot. My disdain for her was so tangible, I expected her to turn and stare in my direction, fully aware of my presence. But she didn’t. She took her time preparing for her daily run: applying lip gloss to her lips, securing her keys and water bottle.
    I took her in from head to toe with utter disgust. She was tiny and perky and cute. Dressed in pink designer gear, she looked like a black Barbie. Xavier was too good for her. She didn’t love him, just his deep pockets. For me, Xavier could be homeless, sleeping on a park bench, and I would still love him with everything I had inside. An image of Xavier flashed before my eyes, and I smiled. As Bailey adjusted her iPod, she looked my way. I quickly pulled back into the deep shadows, into the cover of darkness.
    I had to admit Bailey had great taste. Her luxury apartment complex was very expensive, exclusive, and extraordinary. I had paid a pretty penny for a three-month rental agreement, but after my work was done, I would be long gone. Ghost. Yes, Bailey was a pretty little thing. I could understand why Xavier liked to fuck her repeatedly, but not for much longer. That was all about to change. And change was good, but I wasn’t sure if Xavier would embrace it well.
    I strained harder to hear, not moving, careful not to reveal my presence in the closet. I hated her with a blinding hatred at that moment in time. Xavier wanted her but not me. He screwed her but not me. She was everything I wasn’t and would never be. I wasn’t wholesome, without baggage, and undamaged, thanks to my mother, with her perverted appetites. The color red was now mixed with the raging hatred emitting from my very soul. Something inside my spirit erupted, and I became that other person. The one whose sole purpose was to survive by any means necessary. The one who could do very vicious things.
    Just as she turned to skip down the stairs, Bailey stopped abruptly. She dropped down to tie the shoelace on her right foot, angled awkwardly against the stairwell. I saw images of Xavier performing oral sex on her, tasting her essence, sticking his beautiful black dick inside her and taking her to heaven. I hated her and everything she stood for!
    Just as she stood up, I screamed out, “Bailey! You bitch!”
    She turned in my direction, shock registered on her face, and I ran the short distance to her at full speed and delivered a single, forceful push. The expression on her face as she stumbled down the stairs was priceless.
    â€œStay away from him! Do you hear me? Stay away from him! There won’t be another warning!”
    I inched back, quickly stepping into the shadows. I thought I heard a door open. I froze in my stance. I quickly glanced over the railing to see her sprawled unnaturally near the bottom of the flight of stairs, unmoving but slightly moaning. And there was blood.
    I smiled and quickly, like a thief in the night, entered my unlocked apartment before the crowd came. They always came after the fact. No one ever saved the innocent child when it was happening. There would be questions. Did anyone hear anything? Did anyone see anything out of the ordinary? By then I would be long gone on my flight back to Houston and to Xavier and, oh yeah, to Dre’.
    I guessed Bailey wouldn’t be going to Houston anytime soon. Mission accomplished. Next.

Chapter 15
    Dre’
    â€œMilan, you look breathtaking tonight,” I stated, admiring her from across the dinner table and enjoying what I saw.
    â€œThank you, Dre’. You aren’t looking too shabby yourself,” she teased and smiled.
    Damn, that smile did something to me—lit up my world and made me weak in the knees. “I’m glad you agreed to