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Avoiding Intimacy (Avoiding 2.5)

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“What the f**k are you doing home, chica?”

“Just wanted to surprise you,” Chyna said, plastering on the smile Alexa was used to seeing.

“Well, come in! Oh my God, it is so good to see you.” She turned back around after pulling Chyna into the apartment.

“Thanks for the coffee, Adam. See you around,” she said, smiling at him sweetly before all but slamming the door in his face. “I am so sorry about that.” She waved her hand at the door.

“It’s fine,” Chyna told her, taking a seat on the uncomfortable, lumpy sofa.

“So…what the f**k are you doing here?” Lexi asked, grabbing her coffee and sitting down next to her friend.

“Time for a change,” she said with a shrug, trying to remain lively.

“Yeah, but Milan!” Lexi’s eyes went wide with the last word.

“Yeah…Milan,” Chyna responded.

“You can’t even pretend to be happy around me right now, and you’re two weeks early! Spill!” Lexi commanded.

Chyna kicked off her shoes and pulled her knees up to her chest. “So…remember that fashion designer I mentioned?”

“Yeah,” Lexi said slowly. “The fling?”

“Yeah, that one.”

“What about him?”

“Well, I gave him up and came home, just like you told me to,” Chyna told her.

“So, what’s the problem?” Lexi asked, putting an arm around her shoulder.

“Nothing,” she said, brushing it off. “I guess I was just in over my head. Time to come home.”

Lexi looked at her like she didn’t believe her, like she wanted to ask a million questions. Chyna seriously did not want to answer them. She didn’t even want to think about how she had left. She had felt so strong when she had walked out of that apartment, choosing to leave him and actually making that move. Now, she just felt drained, and she didn’t want to contemplate what that could mean, wondering if she had made the right choice.

“Actually, chica, can I borrow your cell? Mine managed to die on the drive over,” Chyna said with a shrug.

“Of course,” Lexi said, threading a piece of hair behind her ear. She stood and walked over to the counter. “You sure you don’t want to talk some first? You look like you might kill whoever you’re about to call.”

Chyna took the phone when Lexi handed it to her with a smile. “I’ll make it through.”

“So…uh…who are you calling?” Lexi asked nosily.

Chyna sighed, hating what she was about to do almost as much as leaving this morning. “My mom.”

CHAPTER 8

APRIL THREE MONTHS EARLIER

Frederick smiled at Chyna, like a kid in a candy store. He was practically bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet. “Can you f**king believe this, hooker?” he whispered into her hair.

She shook her head. She was too anxious and excited to see this shit going down. “I’ve been waiting for this for far too long.”

“And, to think we made the unveiling,”

Frederick said with mightier-than-thou pretenses.

“Of course, we made the unveiling,”

Chyna said, rolling her eyes. “Who do you think I am?”

“I would have started worshiping at your feet earlier if I’d known it would get me into Marco’s fashion line grand opening on Madison Avenue!” he all but squealed.

“I’ll remember that next time,” she said with a catty smirk.

“How did you score this anyway?” he asked. “Not that I’m complaining.”

“Just the right connections,” she said with a shrug.

“Do you even know?” he asked, raising one perfectly groomed eyebrow.

“Of course I know!” Chyna turned back to face the gorgeous boutique on Madison Avenue.

Part of the street had been obstructed from public view for the cutting of the ribbon, and there was a private entrance for the viewing of the exclusive new clothing line. It was all hush-hush. So, of course, nearly half of the Upper East Side elite had scrambled for a chance to be present. The more exclusive, the more desirable it was to be in attendance.

Chyna hadn’t really thought she would get access to the line. She had a name behind her, but she didn’t model, she wasn’t in the industry, and she wasn’t a celebrity. The chance of finding the golden ticket had been slim.

When she had gotten back from her morning mani/pedi two days earlier, Bernard had stopped her at the door and handed her an envelope. He said someone had been asking around for her apartment or drop-box, but Bernard didn’t know the guy. Since he wasn’t with the postal service, Bernard had taken the letter and informed him that he would hand-deliver it to Chyna. She was surprised that whoever it was had given Bernard the letter.

Bernard had given her a fair warning about opening the contents. He was always looking out for her. She had reassured him that she would be careful, and then she had taken the elevator to her apartment. She had ripped open the envelope without care and stared in shock at the contents within—two gorgeous cards bordered in gold with the designer logo stamped on the front. She turned the stationary over and discovered that they were in fact invitations with her name on them.

She had phoned Frederick immediately. Alexa was too engrossed in finals for her last year of law school, and she probably wouldn’t have been all that impressed with a grand opening for a boutique she couldn’t spend money in.

Frederick had squealed like a girl, asking her more questions than she had answers for. She had shut him up real quick by volunteering his pass to someone else.

How the hell the tickets had landed on her doorstep had crossed her mind several times since she had opened the package, but she didn’t have an answer, and she didn’t really care. She was exactly where she wanted to be.

Chyna turned her attention back to the building that was half covered in a white cloth to hide the completed boutique. An enormous red ribbon was held up in front of the entranceway, and a woman was holding a rather cumbersome pair of large gold scissors.

Another woman in an obnoxiously glittering dress with diamonds dripping from her neck, ears, and fingers smiled at the waiting crowd. She took a step forward and began speaking. “Thank you for being here for this very important moment in Marco’s fashion line. I am Giselle, Marco’s personal assistant, and I am happy to introduce you to the man himself.”



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