Slow Release (Ebony and Ivory Book 1)

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his breath.
    The woman rushed from the car, and it was evident she wanted to reach us before we entered the building.
    “So, you are the new it girl.”
    I eyed the woman standing in front of me, and she was stunning. I was baffled as to why she was addressing me with so much contempt.
    “What the fuck are you doing here?” Damon had rushed out the door to confront the woman just as her boyfriend walked up to join the mayhem.
    “I had to come see my competition,” the woman sneered. Though she was speaking to Damon, she never took her eyes off me until the man, I assumed was her boyfriend, spoke.
    “Yes, she is lovely.”
    My skin crawled as he undressed me with his eyes and licked his lips while doing so.
    “You son of a bitch!” Damon’s fist crashed down on the man’s face, sending him to the concrete and forcing him to scramble backwards to escape another assault. He looked so odd sprawled out on the pavement, wearing his high dollar suit and Rolex watch.
    “This isn’t over, Damon. I’m coming for you when you least expect it, and anyone who is with you is fair game,” the boyfriend yelled. He then directed his attention towards me. “If I were you, I’d get away from him before you get caught in the line of fire. He has a lot of enemies, and you’re putting your career and your life in danger by being with him.”
    I watched in horror as Damon lunged for him again. The only thing stopping another assault was Jerome’s large hand grabbing Damon’s arm and quickly pulling him into the studio. I heard him speak just as the door closed. “He isn’t worth it, Damon.”
    I quickly did my part and helped usher him back to the private dressing room. I seated him in a chair and poured him a glass of water from the crystal carafe while we waited for him to calm down.
    “Jealous ex-girlfriend?”
    “No, she used to work for me, and the agent who was with her stole her. I have no problem if a model wants to leave my agency, but doing it while she’s under contract, and suing me to try and get out of said contract, isn’t cool. I don’t do business like that.”
    “Well, it’s obvious they’re both a little crazy by the way they just conducted themselves.”
    “Just stay away from them, both of them,” he answered. After the way they acted, I had no intention of ever seeing either one of them again.



Chapter Sixteen
    Damon
    I waited until we were back home and I was alone in my office before I let the full impact of dealing with Malik and Kiara hit me. I knew it would be good for me to bounce things off my bodyguard and best friend, like a purging of sorts, so I called him in. I had some questions I needed to run by him as well.
    “Did you see the way that son of a bitch was looking at my Skye?”
    “Damon, Malik feeds off drama. He lives to stir shit up. You know how he is. He wanted to piss you off.”
    “Well, I’d say he succeeded.” I took a moment to look at my friend seriously. I needed his input. “Do you think he’s responsible for sending that note?”
    I watched as Jerome slowly shook his head. “I don’t get that kind of vibe from him. Like I said, he’s dramatic. I think he’s more the underhanded, sneaky type. It’s like he gets off on deceptively undermining people and then reveling in his victory. I really wonder about people like that. There must be something not wired right in them psychologically to get off on that shit.”
    I chuckled, “He reminds me of a weasel. I do much better with people who are straight up about hating me.  These sneaky types…” I slowly shook my head and continued, “I just wanted to make his face part of the concrete, and that’s                   not good.”
    “Well, that’s why I’m here, Damon. You always have had a bad temper, explosive to be exact. You need somebody watching your back.”
    A knock interrupted our conversation, and Ms. Stratton opened the door. She quietly made her way in and laid a manila

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