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On the tennis court, Whitney is finding it tough to concentrate on her tennis game. It�s been a while since she last seen Antonio. She ached to have his body joining with hers. She snarled at the tennis ball machine thrower. �Damn it! Why the hell can�t I focus?!� She�s pissed at herself for breaking her usual routine. �It�s been seven long months since I�ve been traveling to win tennis tournaments. I wish I knew where he was. And Theresa swears that she hasn�t seen Antonio in seven months. Argh!� She growled. �Whitney?� She turned around and couldn�t believe her sister is here. �Simone?! What? How did you get here?� She embraced Simone tenderly.

�I�ve decided to see you on my own. Ever since our family is like dysfunctional I have no choice but to accept facts.� Simone bitterly replied. �I�m so glad to see you . . .� Whitney has never been more happy ever since Antonio. �Sis, I don�t mean to burst your bubble but ah . . . are you losing your touch?� Simone folded her arms. �Losing my touch? Simone, get out of here! I�ve always kept my composure . . . you know that and I know that. So what gives?� She plopped on a chair, drinking a bottle of water.

Simone sat beside her and examined her. �There�s a guy in your life, isn�t it?� She speculated. �What? No . . .� Whitney rolled her eyes. �I am not going to let any guy ruin my career like when . . .� Whitney had to stop herself. �I know . . . ever since Chad.� Simone concluded for her. �Yeah. I rather not discuss this. Tell me, what�s going on with you?� Whitney made the transition easy by chatting about something casual. �Nothing really. I just want to see how you were doing.� Simone dropped her eyes and heaved out a long tiring sigh. �Uh oh, what happened?� Whitney could sense there is something that Simone is not telling her.

�I ran away from home.� She confessed. Whitney spit out her water when she heard Simone�s confession. �You did what?! Simone, are you out of your damn mind?� Whitney admonished her. �I really don�t need to be chastise, Whit . . . I need your help. Is it all right if I stay with you until I get on my feet?� She pleaded. �Stay as long as you want . . . besides, I don�t have anything else going in my life except for tennis.� She wryly complained. �I guess that is supposed to be a satire comment?� Simone tried to laugh but it was useless.

�Let�s go . . . where do you want to go for tonight?� Whitney picked up her tote bag and lead Simone out to her car. �Nice wheels . . .� Simone is very impressed with Whitney�s new way of living. �Any boys in your life?� Whitney asked while steering the wheel. Simone didn�t respond fully. She sat there gazing at the sky outside the window and turned the knob to listen to some music. �Simone? Don�t play like you don�t know . . . are you seeing any guys?� Whitney questioned once more. �Whitney . . . I�m not in the mood to talk about it, okay? Let�s drop it.�

Whitney respected her sister�s wishes and kept silent throughout the whole ride. Whitney and Simone managed to arrived to her penthouse safely. �Make yourself comfortable and indulge yourself.� Whitney told her as she ascended the stairs.

Simone laid against the plushy and cozy beige couch. Stretching her toes after being in her heels. �I could get used to this.� murmured Simone. Whitney checked her answer machine. There was 15 messages. The majority of them were from new reporters who want an exclusive interview. The last one startled her. She recognized the voice after she had released herself from the shower. She positioned herself on the bed making herself comfy and she�s in total awe when she reversed the message again. Hey Whit, it�s me your secret affair. I had to call you and I was wondering how you were doing. I send my wishes out to you. Antonio. Whitney had a tear dripping down her cheek. �Antonio does think about me . . . I was hoping he would . . . on the contrary, there is no way we�ll run into each other.�

Simone knocked on the door three times. �Whitney, are you all right?� She sounded annoyed. �Yeah, I�m fine . . . I was just hearing my messages. Sorry, Simone.� She watched how Simone waltzed in and plopped next to her. �What�s with the goofy smile?� Simone tilted her head. �I don�t know what you�re talking about.� Whitney stood up and made her way to her mirror to fix her hair. �Don�t play dumb with me and don�t even try to brush it off �cause you know what I am talking about . . . if I didn�t know any better I would say that you have fallen for a guy and you just don�t want to confess.�

�Simone, you are watching too much N. Y. P. D. Blue. Simone rolled her eyes playfully. �Whit, I know you better than anyone . . . you aren�t a very good liar and I know when you interested in a guy.� Simone tapped her foot impatiently.

�Whatever you say . . .� Whitney slipped her clothes on and tried to look her best for her and her sister�s night out. �I�ll get it . . .� Simone insisted. �Be careful, Simone . . .� Whitney said while entering the bathroom once more. Simone turned the knob and smiled gracefully. �Hello? Antonio, is that you?!� Simone nearly shouted. �Careful, don�t want to wake up the whole neighborhood, do we?� he bantered and stepped in. �Come give me a hug.� He replied while outstretching his arms to Simone. �Does Theresa even know you are around?� Simone looked at him after hugging him. He nodded simply.

�What brings you by?� Her brown eyes grew with curiosity. �I heard that my favorite girls are here so I thought I would drop by . . .� He beamed earnestly. Simone giggled and told him welcome back as she went in the kitchen to get her something to drink.

Antonio doesn�t have the patience to wait for Whitney to make her grand entrance. He decided he have to go to her. He peeped around the rooms and found her bedroom with no complications. After Whitney glanced around her room. Her expression is filled with shock when she saw him standing there. �How did you find me?� She gasped completely. Antonio didn�t have much to say but kiss her. �I can�t stop thinking about you and I don�t know why. I thought this urge would go away but I must have you . . .� He purred in her ear. She quavered as his fingers touched the nape of her neck.

�Antonio, my sister is downstairs. We can�t let anyone know what we�re doing . . .� She tried to break free from him but she refused. �Whitney, I don�t give a damn. I have the urge to see you and I want you now.� He stressed. He invited her lips to caress his. His hands roamed all over her petite frame and did not stop from there. She moaned out loud while removing his shirt. �Antonio . . .� She whispered in a throaty, sensual voice. �More . . .� She pleaded. Antonio isn�t planning to stop there. He had to go further. He finally locked the door and obliged her with his magnetic touch.

Whitney wanted more and never want this to end. �Antonio, make love to me . . .� She implored. When he read her inquisitive eyes. Alluring him to search deeper. Antonio let his hands do most of the talking as he disengaged her attire. Whitney never wanted to pull the plug. She wants this to go further than she could possibly imagined.

�I can�t get you out of my mind . . . Whitney. Why do I find you so irresistible?� His golden eyes met with hers and teased her to come inside his world. Whitney�s small hands tickled down his spine as he groaned in his throat. He love feeling her softness and sweet touch from her. �You don�t regret this, do you?� He investigated. Whitney shook her head and pulled him closer to her. She loved to feel his trim waist and kiss it sweetly. Antonio doesn�t want to let her go. �Whit . . . you know we have to discourse about this soon. We can�t avoid it any longer.� Whitney knew where this was heading. �I know, like when?� She tried to smile. �How about tomorrow?� He raised. �Tomorrow sounds fine . . . I must really go. Simone is waiting for me downstairs. You can stay here, is that fine with you?� Her eyes met with his softly
after putting her clothes again.

�Sure . . . but don�t avoid us too long.� He smiled and kissed her fervently and watched her leaving down stairs with Simone.