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and she expected a peak performance every time.
    Naturally he delivered. In bed he was a raging bull. Oh yes, Anthony Bonar had never had any complaints.
    That’s the way it was. And that’s the way it would stay.
    *   *   *
    Sunlight filtering through the curtains woke Irma. She lay very still for a few moments reliving the events of the previous day.
    Luis. One moment he was the gardener, the next—her lover. And what a lover. Alternatively rough and gentle, his large hands exploring her most private parts the way Anthony never had, his lips kissing her in places Anthony had never ventured.
    And then … he’d brought her to a climax, and she’d been overcome with a feeling of ecstasy the likes of which she’d never experienced before.
    Anthony had never made her come.
    Anthony had never touched her down there except with his penis—a ferocious weapon intent on nothing but its own satisfaction.
    Anthony had never really cared.
    Irma sat up in bed, her cheeks glowing.
    Luis wasn’t the answer, but she knew one thing for sure: she had to divorce Anthony.
    The time had come to get away from her coldhearted husband, reclaim her children, and finally take responsibility for her own happiness.

 
    CHAPTER TWELVE
    Every morning Venus worked out, varying her activities, but making damn sure she did either jogging, weight training, Pilates, or yoga. Lucky and she used the same trainer, Cole de Barge, a great-looking black guy with abs of steel, fine muscle definition, and the one special thing a girl needs from a trainer—a take-charge attitude. There was no slacking off around Cole.
    Venus enjoyed teasing him. “If you weren’t gay, I’d sweep you off to some exotic island and marry you.”
    Cole simply smiled. He had perfect teeth. In fact he had perfect everything.
    â€œDo not try to get around me,” he said, turning stern. “Today we’re takin’ a hike in the Canyon, so you’d better bring your favorite bottled water, an’ no complaining.”
    â€œBut Cole,” she protested, feigning a delicate yawn. “Last night I—”
    â€œHey, Miss Superstar,” he interrupted, “it ain’t my business what you did last night. Your body is my business, so move your fine ass an’ let’s get it on.”
    That’s what she liked about Cole—he took no prisoners. She might be dizzily famous, but if Cole wanted her up and out, she was there. No arguing with Cole, and the results were worth it. Besides, Billy had left at some ungodly hour, and since Chyna, her daughter with Cooper, was away at summer camp, she had nothing else to do. She was between movies, between recordings, and between concert tours. It was her time to relax.
    â€œVery well,” she said grumpily. “Don’t worry that I had no sleep—”
    â€œI’m not worrying.”
    â€œBilly spent the night,” she explained. “He was coming off a tough day with Alex Woods. It was up to me to console him.”
    â€œSo that’s what they’re callin’ it now—consoling.”
    â€œOh, get a life!”
    â€œI got a life, superstar, an’ today it involves pushing you out there. So let’s hit it. Now!”
    Reluctantly she followed Cole out the front door. Today she really didn’t feel like indulging in any physical activity. She was genuinely tired, so why couldn’t she have stayed in bed and watched mindless morning TV? Although there was nothing mindless about Matt Lauer on the Today show—he was still the hottest talking head on TV.
    And thinking of hot … last night Billy had excelled himself. She’d always thought her ex-husband—legendary movie star/cocksman Cooper Turner—was the best she’d ever had in bed, but Billy surpassed him. Such enthusiasm, such energy, such a tongue!
    If only she wasn’t thirteen years older than Billy. It was a