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Bailey and Carter grew closer, and she began to like him, really like him.
Spencer of course wasn't pleased. Her new friends had their own thoughts.
"I think you should go with Spencer," Donique said. "He's sexy, and he really likes you."
"So does Carter," Mindy argued. "And she promised Carter she would be with him. Besides that's up to you Bails."
Donique rolled her eyes good-naturedly.
"Come on pacifist, let's go—"
Bailey tripped knocking into a woman.
Strong arms caught her, familiar. The woman at his side blinked rapidly trying to gain her wits.
"I'm so sorry, Miss. I didn't see you, are you okay?"
Hannah smiled, nodding. "It's fine. It was an accident."
The two girls rushed over to attend to Bailey when they saw who was next to the clueless woman.
Spencer held out his hand, but Bailey disregarded it.
"Uh, Hannah, this is my very good friend, Bailey. And her friends, Mindy and Donique."
Donique narrowed her eyes at the woman.
"Nice to meet you Hannah," Bailey smiled sweetly. That poor girl didn't know what was happening.
"Let's go girls."
Bailey left without so much as a greeting.
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Spencer was in trouble and he knew it. Hannah looked up at him as he watched her leave.
A sadness filled her heart. Once again she'd chosen someone who belonged to someone else.
"So who's the nice, beautiful woman?"
"Oh, Bailey?"
Hannah winced. Three women, and he automatically said her. Yes, he belonged to her. It was time she started moving on.
"She's my neighbor. I'm not gonna lie, I like her. I like her a lot. But she has a boyfriend, and I need to move on."
Spencer smiled genuinely. "You're nice beautiful woman too."
But I'm not her, she thought.
How could she compete with that? She would never have curves like that, and no matter how tan she got she could never be that perfect golden brown she is, and it's clear she's very intelligent.
She already felt inferior.
Hannah didn't know what it was about her. But she had come to learn, that beautiful, doesn't matter.
She was beautiful, she knew that. But in her way. Which was no where near her way.
She gave up.
She never liked the idea of stealing.
So she smiled up at him. "It's okay, Spencer. I understand."
Better than you know.
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She couldn't compete with her. They were in two separate categories. She was thin, and white, tan. Her hair was perfectly straight, and she damn near glided in those heels.
Even her shoes were cute. She was beautiful. But even if she wasn't, they were two vastly different women.
Obviously, his usual type, wasn't her.
It was her.
There was need of trying to be white. To have perfectly straight hair, a stick thin figure—it wasn't happening. That's not who she was and refused to attempt to be something she wasn't.
She was her. She had ruthless curls, that were everywhere and nowhere, took forever to subdue.
It felt like she was pulling teeth trying to comb through it, and flat ironing it took days.
She could not eat for weeks and she still wouldn't be skinny. And though they were gorgeous, and she could walk into them for a time, she hated heels.
But you know what?
That was Bailey. And if he didn't like it, then it was his problem.
She wouldn't change for him. He would just have to change from her.
She would make his transition as smoothly as possible.
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Spencer kept hosting parties. Why? It was the only way to get to Bailey. He never planned on them meeting. He knew it was impossible but he could wish.
His father used to say, wish in one hand and s**t in the other and which piles up faster.
Now Bailey avoided him like the plague. Except now, she simply didn't acknowledge his existence.
As if she punishing him.
Spencer tensed. She got a boyfriend, everything was fine. He gets a girlfriend and suddenly, Who is Spencer?
At one of his weekly togethers, he watched Bailey slip out of the room. He excused himself and followed.
Vince pretended not to notice.
Following her to one of the rooms he shut the door, startling her.
She jumped, glaring at Spencer. "Don't do that!"
He stalked towards her, making her car him a wary glance.
"You've been avoiding me," he said, his voice low but filling the room.
Bailey sighed loudly, following her eyes. "Is that why you're so huffy?"
Spencer narrowed his eyes.
"When you got with Carter, I didn't like it, but I didn't avoid you did I?"
Bailey didn't answer. Instead she moved to escape. But Spencer pinned her against the wall, his back against his front.
"Are you jealous," he huskily murmured in her ear.
Her breathing caught.
"No. Let me go Spencer."
"Are you sure," he smirked against her skin.
"No—"
Her word was clipped by a kiss on her neck. It turned into a moan.
Spencer, peppered kisses over her neck, shoulder. Ear.
His erection lay dangerously against her ample ass, his kisses languid as though he had all the time in the world.
"St–stoopp," She moaned trying to speak.
"I have a boyfriend. You have a girlfriend."
Spencer didn't comment. "I know you remember the nights we had," he breathed, pressing against hers.
"Pure pleasure and pain, all night, remember?"
"Yes. I also remember telling you you weren't getting in my pants."
He grinned, hitching up her dress.
"Well this isn't pants now is it?"
He let it drop, turning her around. His lips found hers.
"I don't want–to cheat on my boyfriend,"
"Then break up with him."
He kissed her, their bodies dancing in sync with one another.
"No. You–"
But he I kissed her until that was all she could do. But wouldn't take any further.
Just kissing, some touching.
"Is anyone there?" Carter called.
Spencer and Bailey's eyes widened.
"I am," Spencer answered gruffly. "Why aren't you with Treasure?"
"I was wondering if she was with you?"
"Well ya got ya answer."
"Could I...talk to you for minute."
Spencer ground his teeth.
"Yeah. Gimme a minute or two I'll find you."
"Thanks."
Bailey snapped out of the gaze of Spencer's kisses, and pushed him away with Herculanem force.
She squinted at him, her face scrunching in pain.
"I can't believe you,"
Spencer cursed softly, sighing.
"Baby," he called. "Tresure?"
"s**t!"
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