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“Now, if you’ll excuse me. I’m going to purge her from my system.”

“You know that’s not going to happen. You’ll wake up in the morning with a wet dick, your heart will still be broken, and you’ll probably be starring in a video on TMZ.”

“Jonas. I appreciate your concern. Thank you for voicing it.”

Jonas sighed. “All right.” He lifted his palm, and they slapped hands. “I’ll be downstairs.”

Jacob nodded as Jonas strolled across the plush carpeted floor, glancing at Bonita with somewhat of a scowl as he exited. Jacob’s long strides took him to a chair fit for a king. He sat, opting not to get comfortable on the sofa.

Bonita turned some music on and strolled to stand before him.

“Dance for You” by Beyoncé began to play, and moving her body to the slow hypnotic beat, Bonita winked, rolling her hips.

Jacob took the rest of his liquor back, emptying the glass and placing it on an adjacent table.

Taking his gaze gradually over Bonita, he tried and failed to find desire in her ruse, even as she dropped to the ground in an impressive split and made her ass clap.

Swinging her leg around, she bounced to her feet and removed her sequined dress, letting the shimmering gown fall in a pool to the floor.

He felt a spark coast through him then, and it warmed the more his gaze trailed up her mocha legs, to her curvy thighs, thin red panties, bare brown belly. Her belly button was just as cute as he remembered it, an outie that he enjoyed flicking his tongue over.

Jacob paused his thoughts for a second. Shaking his head a bit, he blinked and took his focus back to her belly.

Bonita didn’t have an outie at all. He frowned. What the hell did he just see?

Moving his eyes over her matching bra, her breasts called out to him, wanting a taste from his tongue.

But those were not Bonita’s breasts. Nor were those her lips, nose, brown eyes. They were Carla’s.

Jacob stood to his feet suddenly, and Bonita smiled and strolled over, reaching to touch his arms.

“I was about to get rid of this.” She popped the clasp on her bra that connected in the front.

His hand landed on her hands, and she looked at him questionably.

“You should go.”

Inside Jacob’s pocket, his cell phone buzzed.

Bonita frowned. “What are you talking about? I’m just getting started.”

“Let me be frank with you, Bonita. You’re a beautiful woman, but I’m in love with someone else.”

Bonita’s eyes widened, then frustration made her face scrunch. “Where is the one you’re in love with, huh? Why am I here instead of her?” Bonita folded her arms and leaned into a hip, annoyed.

Jacob slipped his hands inside his pockets. “Unfortunately, the feeling is not mutual.”

Bonita popped her lips. “I can help you forget about her, trust me.”

Jacob smirked. “I don’t think you can.”

He turned his back on her and removed his phone when it began buzzing again, glancing at the screen.

Phoebe.

“Little sister. If you’re looking for somewhere to park, drive into—”

“No! I’m not at the club. Jacob, listen to me!”