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indicating he needed to get his ass off my bed.
    This time Mindy, Miranda, whatever the hell her name was, decided to put in her two cents. “Sugar, seriously come back to bed with me. I want to finish what we started.”
    I narrowed my eyes at him. “You better get back to your little play thing, Sugar.” I completely exaggerated the sugar part. This guy had no bounds. I think he was totally serious that he would have a different woman in his bed every night. He was a complete and total player.
    I, on the other hand, didn’t take lightly to casual sex. The only sex I had was with serious boyfriends. First, my high school sweetheart, and then a guy I dated about a year ago. I had only had two partners, and I wasn’t about to go all wild and sleep with everything that walked. It just wasn’t my style. so be it if Damien thought I was a prude. It just wasn’t how I rolled or how I was gonna roll. I believed you chose carefully who you gave your body to and that when you did, it should mean something. Not all of this careless, casual sex. His lifestyle was one that I wasn’t used to and I didn’t take it lightly. Sex wasn’t casual. It was a meaningful joining of two people to express their love for one another.
    “I said I’ll be there in a minute, Mindy,” Damien said through gritted teeth.
    At the same time, both Miranda and I said, “It’s Miranda.”
    She just huffed and then stomped back into his bedroom. Seriously, was he that good that woman were begging him to fuck them? I mean, really.
    He turned his attention back to me. “Babe, I’m going to go back to my room.” He let out a frustrated sigh. “If you need anything at all, please don’t hesitate to come get me.”
    “What and interrupt your romp in the sheets with Miranda? No flippin’ way.” If he thought I was going to go barge in on his sexcapades with ol’ red, then he had another thing coming. “Seriously, I’m fine.” For just one smidgen of a second, I had to admit he was being very caring. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again—he is a player, man-whore, pig—whatever you want to call him, but maybe, just maybe, there was a good guy hidden behind the parade of women he had in his life.
    “All right, babe, I’m headed back to my room. I’ll see you in the morning.” Damien got up off my bed and walked over to the door. He then looked over his shoulder. “Anything at all. I’m here for you.”
    “Thanks, go back to your skank.” I couldn’t help it. I had to throw that into the mix. Because, let’s be real here, it was completely true. I was a little disappointed he didn’t stay with me, although I made it clear I was okay and wanted to be alone. He had let down his armor a little and I had just been a nasty bitch back to him. I needed to get a reign on it, but he just had a way of pushing every button.
    He shut the door behind him and I grabbed the remote to turn on some TV. I settled for a Friend’s rerun. My ears perked up when I heard the front door slam. I guess Miranda didn’t like being put on the back burner because of my time of need. I felt bad, but I couldn’t help it. Hopefully, he wasn’t upset with me.
    The truth was that I wasn’t fine. Not one bit. I felt used and completely violated. I felt like that dream brought everything back to the surface. I really needed to talk it out. I scooted over to the edge of the bed and picked up my phone. It was four in the morning here, which meant it was still too early to call Bee and talk to her. I would call her in the morning when I woke up, that is if I could even sleep.
    Zeus got up from the bed and ran to the door tapping on it with his paw. I guess duty called once again. I grabbed his leash picked him up and strolled out of my room.
    Damien’s door was shut and it was eerily quiet. I walked past it making my way toward the front door. Fortunately, they hadn’t been rocking the headboard like the night before unless they did that while I was having