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La Revanche des Trois (The Revenge of Three) Chapter 5.2 #WIP wc 10897

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3 Friends and one finds herself extremely unhappy as she realizes her friends are using her.

Yet revenge isn’t as sweet as she thought it would be when she falls for her friend’s boyfriend and then ruins another marriage.

La Revanche des Trois (Revenge of Three) – Chapter 5.2 (c) 2011 Sylvia Hubbard. All Rights Reserved.

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Chapter 5.3

In an obvious tone, Jezica sneered, “Because she’s a big liar, a home wrecker and a theft.”

There was a lot to ask after that statement, but with the song ending and the waitress about to come over with the check, Stefanie decided she needed to make an early night. Even though she was dying in curiosity about the stranger, she was never going to be brave enough to face Lauren’s temper.

“You better go,” Jezica said fearfully. “She’s going to come over here gloating and get an attitude if you don’t celebrate with her.”

She tightened up the grip she had on her glass and shot daggers over at what looked like a very happy dancing couple, but the light was so low on the dance floor, she couldn’t see details of the guy’s face.

Who are you fooling? No guy has ever walked up to her at a bar as gorgeous as this one and just wanted to ask her to dance to the perfect slow song. Her life was no fairy tale and she had faced that a long time ago.

Getting up from the booth, Stefanie gathered her coat, but Jezica held her arm for a second.

“When you get a chance, just come by the house and we’ll talk more, okay?”

Too upset to speak, Stefanie only nodded.

“Come during the day when Nick isn’t there. We can talk about a lot more when he’s not around.”

Stefanie really wanted a cigarette and ducked out of the club never wanting to step foot in there again. Getting to her car, she grabbed her pack of cigarettes out of the glove compartment and lit up. Taking a long drag, she let the nicotine fill her lungs and then blew it out slowly.

Her first inclination was stay in the parking lot until the stranger came out and then get a better look at him, but then she decided to appease her curiosity and just ask Treasure.

“Is his name Dexter?” she asked when Treasure answered the phone.

“Who? The client? He told you his name?” Treasure asked.

She didn’t want to really get into why she was asking this crazy question to Treasure, she just wanted answers. “No. When we were together it was anonymous – just like you said it would be. I met this guy at the bar. Or he met my friend and I thought maybe…”

Treasure sighed loudly. “My customers don’t pick up women at bars, Stefanie. You know that. That’s why they come to me.”

Deep down in her gut, she knew all of that, but things were just too coincidental and she just had to hope. “Yeah, but is his name Dexter?”

“No, Stefanie. His name isn’t Dexter,” Treasure assured her.

Her shoulders hung low in disappoint. “I had to ask.”

“I know. You sound exhausted. Get some rest and I’ll call you late tomorrow, okay?”

“No, I’ll call you,” Stefanie promised feeling mentally exhausted.

Putting her car in drive, she hurriedly went home and didn’t stop until she was inside her loft. By that time, she had two cigarettes.

Closing the door, she leaned against the door and let the day hang over her head one more time. Getting made love to by a delicious stranger and then learning your own friends were ripping you off big time was like standing barefoot on the best carpet in the world and then suddenly having it yanked from under her.

Pushing away her anxiety, she went straight to the fax and pulled off the papers from Kenneth Biachi’s office.

After putting them in the correct order, she took out a highlighter and started to access the damage Kenneth was so concerned with. After an hour and a cup of coffee, she decided not to look at the misery of numbers any more and go to bed.

Her long day was over with and tomorrow she would immerse herself in business and try not to think about how miserable her life was.

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