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outside for me. There are people scurrying for rides and horns blowing. I turn to see Carrie driving a new BMW.
    “What the fuck Carrie?” I say leaning in the window. “Open the trunk.” I toss my bags in the trunk and stand looking at the shiny new car.
    “Hop in Olivia. Do you like it?” I climb in and close the door and Carrie takes off.
    “Where did you get this new car?” I say looking around at all the fancy buttons and dashboard.
    “It’s a present from Jackson. You know Chance’s brother.”
    “Yes, I do know. But why would he give you something so expensive?” She looks at me with a sly smile. I have you and Jackson to thank for leaving me with that man. He’s my savior but...”
    “What’s the matter didn’t you have a great time looking and fucking his handsome brother?” I look at her trying to hide my embarrassment. “Yes, I know what went on. And you got paid to do it. Now I would say that is a great time.” I glanced at her and my eyes narrowed.
    “Carrie you are missing the big picture. I didn’t go there to be a rich man’s mistress. I have a teaching job. I want to be a teacher. This was supposed to be a job to cook and clean. That’s respectable. I wanted this situation to be respectable, and now I have to go to work and inform the school district that I am pregnant.”
    When Carrie heard my words she came to a full stop throwing me forward. Thank goodness for the red light she might have stopped the car in the middle of the street. She turns to me and smile.
    “Not bad. You passed all the expensive toys for the child support and I bet it will be enormous,” she says with a wink.
    “What are you talking about?” I hadn’t plan on this but Carrie’s mind works a certain way and no amount of trying to change her mind to see things my way will work. She has ideas about getting her a rich husband. An idea that is foreign to me. I don’t even know any rich men black or white, until now.
    “I wasn’t trying to get pregnant and he’s married. What am I going to say to the school administrator? “Oh by the way, I’m pregnant and I won’t be able to work the complete nine months. I have to break my contract. I may not have a job after that.”
    “Then don’t tell them.”
    “Just go in there and deceive them?” I question. “I could lose my teaching license. I have to disclose it.”
    When I look up, Carrie is driving down a street I’m not familiar with. “Where are you going?”
    “To our apartment.”
    “We can’t afford the rent in this part of town.”
    “We can now. Jackson owns the building and he gave me this apartment. If you weren’t so full of yourself and with high morals you could have your own apartment too. I know you and when you said you were coming home, you didn’t have a dime and you wouldn’t accept anything from Chance Gold. Those boys are stinking rich.”
    “You bet your ass I wasn’t taking anything from him. Not after I found out he was married.”
    “But you’re pregnant. What about the child?”
    “What about the child? I have to take a test to be sure. Did you buy it?”
    “Yes. I put it in your room,” she says shaking her head.

Chapter 4: Olivia
    T he BMW that Carrie said she owned came with its own parking space in a beautiful high rise. I looked around like a child in a candy store.
    “I have to pay rent at least my half. I don’t feel right living here without giving you or Jackson something.”
    “When are you going to learn that sometimes you have to relax and float along with the tide?”
    “Only when I’m not in danger of falling off a cliff. Living with you is like that and I have never been able to relax the way you can.” Carrie opens the door to the apartment and I’m floored at the beautiful modern furniture and chandeliers situated throughout the apartment. The wide open foyer and the marble floors and then the expensive wooden floors were just too much.
    “These floors are heated throughout the apartment.

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