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Clyde went into the parking lot of the condominium Yvette was talking about. He saw Damon's car parked somewhere. He parked his car and stop the engine. Yvette opened the door of the passenger's seat and went outside first.

Cylde unclasp the seat belt and followed her. She went first into the elevator and as soon as the two doors were about to close, Clyde slid his hand and push himself in.

Yvette felt dizzy but she still manages to glare at him.

"Why did you follow me? Get the fuck out of here."

"I just want to make sure you went home safe," he said.

Yvette rolled her eyes. She saw their image on the reflection of the aluminum door of the elevator. The three buttons of his shirt are open while he's leaning against the cold steel bar while fixing his disheveled hair. Yvette's eyes gaze at his frame.

Maybe it was because of the alcohol that I feel... hot.

She's checking him out shamelessly and Clyde even caught her sensual siren eyes hawk in him like a predator waiting to devour