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“Of course you are.” I sensed from her sardonic response that she didn’t believe me. Even I didn’t believe myself. She didn’t say a word for a moment. “Are you sure you’re not going to meet him because your pussy is still weeping and throbbing to feel him inside you?”

Dammit! She didn’t have to make it sound so graphic. She didn’t need to say things that would make my mind spiral out of control. Now all I could think of was Vlad slipping his cock … Fuck. No!

Stop it, Mariana.

I shifted my thought to something else, refusing to let the dirty thought bubble any further. “I’m not going to fuck him if that’s what you’re worried about. I hate him enough as it is, andI have some pride to protect too. I’d kill myself if I gave him the opportunity to humiliate me more.”

“Good. So when’s the poker night?”

I bit my lips. “Tonight.” I’d spent the last couple of days after I received the invitation from Vlad contemplating whether to go or not. I didn’t want to tell her of it until I was certain what my plan was.

I came to the conclusion that I was accepting the invitation tonight, which happened to be the same night I was telling Christy about it.

“Tonight?” she yelled and I yanked the phone away from my ear.

Christy had the loudest yelling voice I’d ever heard and I was going to get deaf someday because of her. “Anyway, I’ve got a poker night to get ready for.”

She tsked. “You’re going to drive me crazy one of these days. What are you wearing?”

“A denim pants and…”

“No. No. No way.” She exhaled loudly. “This man dumped you mid-sex, invited you to an event and you want to wear denim pants and what? A graphic tee?”

I rolled over on the bed to sit up. “Is that bad?”

“Bad is an understatement. It’s horrible.” She thought for a minute. “You need to wear something that’ll make your feminine energy glow. Something a little more revealing and…”

“Slutty?”

She snapped her fingers. “Yes. Make him drool over you. Flirt with other guys and let him burn with jealousy.”

“Ooh. You’re an evil genius.” I chuckled. Christy’s suggestion wasn’t a bad idea. I needed to make Vlad think I wasn’t affected. He needed to see that I could easily get another guy to replace him, just as he could get another girl.

For some reason, the thought of finding him with another girl made my chest churn. Was I being jealous? No, I didn’t care where he chose to stick his dick.

I may chop it off if I found them another woman though.

“Set the camera on a tripod. I’m helping you choose something that’s fit for the occasion.”

I set up my phone on a tripod and a few minutes later, I was wearing a chic, leather shorts, a white tank top and a black leather jacket. Christy forced me to wear a black ankle boot and dark make-up that made me look like I was on a set for a gothic movie.

Curling my hair into waves, I sprayed my perfume and picked up my purse from my vanity table. “How do I look?” I asked, whirling around in front of my phone.

“Perfect. Now go there and show him what you’re made up of.”

I paused, thinking. “What am I made up of?”

“You’re a bad bitch, a bomb ass poker player, and you’re going to show Vlad you’re not one to be messed with. Got it?”

I chuckled, giving Christy two thumbs-ups. “Got it.”

Ending the call, I left my apartment and took the elevator to the parking lot. Climbing my Porsche, I brought the engine to life and surged the car forward.

Miley Cyrus’sFlowersblasted on my car speakers on repeat and I sang along to it all twenty minutes it took before I got to the casino.

I parked my car in the driveway, looked into the visor to see if my hair and makeup were still intact, then walked into the club leading to the underground casino. Passing through the long and narrow hallway like I did the first time I was here, I pushed the shelf to the side and the casino’s door automatically opened to let me in.

One of the guards blocked me, opening his hand and I fixed my invitation between his middle and index fingers. He glared at me, then tore the card open to inspect it. Satisfied, he returned the card to me and gestured with his hand for me to go in.

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