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"So, you came here because your dad kicked you out of the house... but, he still gave you access to his money?" Amyra questions as Jack nods, slurping up the soup in his bowl.

"This is so good... may I have thirds?" Jack asks with his mouth still full.

Amyra laughs nodding her head as she grabs his bowl and places her bowl on the coffee table. She wasn't expecting for Jack to stay as long as he did or for them to get along well, but it was a slightly pleasant surprise.

"So, why did you move here?" Jack asks.

Amyra bit her tongue as Tristan came to mind again. He's such a dirty bastard. All the things they've been through together and he decided to throw it all away.

"I needed a change of scenery," Amyra chokes out a half-lie.

Turning back to Jack, she say his skeptic eye before she ever made it to the couch. She knew in her heart that he was going to ask questions, but such things, as feelings, are on a need to know basis.

"Was this before or after some jerk broke your heart?" Jack continues his questions.

Amyra hands him the bowl while taking a seat next to him. Blocking out the question, there was no need to answer because Jack didn't need to know. If he stays on the right path that information will come in due time.

They were embraced with silence. Amyra was trying hard to think of another topic to talk about, but everything in her past life is depressing. She doesn't need to bring that up.

"Have you ever thought about going to college?" Jack asks out of the blue.

At least he's not a complete airhead. Amyra giggles to herself as she faced Jack again, "never."

Jack raises an eyebrow as he looks up at Amyra. As pretty as she is, as intelligent as she speaks, and the way she carries herself. She appeared to be someone destined for a great future.

"Really? You're so wise," he says causing Amyra to laugh.

"I'm not as wise as you think and college has never been my thing." Amyra shrugs as Jack continued his look of surprise.

Amyra laughs at his dumbfounded face. One she was used to once she told everyone she wasn't a college girl.

Jack immediately snaps back at the sound of Amyra's laughter.

"I'm sorry, it's just that I'm in college and I'm as dumb as dirt," Jack explains and Amyra frowns.

"You're not as dumb as dirt," she softly speaks out, "your head is just in the wrong place."

It was Jack turn to frown as he places the spoon in his mouth. He hated those words with a passion; your head is just in the wrong place. The same words he last heard his mother day to his father when she signed the divorce papers.

"What is it?" Amyra places her hand gently on his shoulder, bringing him out of the memory.

"I'm tired of everybody telling me that. I'm a black entrepreneur in my last year of college and I enjoy the female body, what's so wrong with that?" Jack asks a rhetorical question.

Amyra pulls away at his confrontation. There it was. A spark of slight frustration from the bull. Every man has it in him and it only takes so much for them to release it.

It's best to walk on eggshells with this topic. There's no telling how much weight is on Jack's back.

"Well, Jack, it's not that you enjoy the female body it's about how much you enjoy it. I could care less how many girls run in and out your apartment, but you having sex every hour as if it is helping you breathe is a little unhealthy in my view," Amyra explains, placing her hand on top of his wrist for comfort.