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Tori closed her eyes and took deep breaths to calm the
emotions that warred within her.
Dallas Avery was the NBA’s most valuable player, and a
man most women would give their right and left ovary to call
their own. Even with his chiseled, handsome face, towering
muscular frame and million dollar bank accounts, he was now
worth next to nothing in her eyes. Too bad her aching heart
didn’t get that memo.
“Bernice is lying,” Martha said. “That young stud wouldn’t
pick her over Tori.” She shot an appreciative glance toward
Dallas, then leaned to her right and whispered loudly in Yoli’s
direction, “But, girl, he is finer than frog’s hair.”
Yoli gave him a lusty once-over. “He’s the type of man who
can make a woman put a for sale sign on one thigh and an
open for business sign on the other. Yes, Lawd!”
Alicia brushed past Dallas and ran out of the front door,
oblivious to the fact that she didn’t have on enough clothing
to protect her from the sub-zero temps of a Chicago winter.
The whole crowd gasped in disbelief as Dallas grabbed his
leather coat from the foyer closet. “I’ll be right back,” he said
as he stepped into his Timberlands.
“Are you kidding me?” Tori screamed as he quickly laced up
his shoes, then darted toward the door. “My heart is bleeding
all over the carpet and you’re going after her!”
The front door slammed and Tori stood frozen. Bernice’s
voice snapped her out of a trance. “Girl, I taught you better
than that,” Bernice yelled, gesturing to the door. “You’d better
go get your man.”
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