When Love Comes Around (Love Conquers All) by Victoria Wells

she apologize for being an insensitive jerkette?
    Sensing Ava’s mood, Summer coaxed, “Come on sweetie, stay just a little longer. There’s no use in you being alone, too. Stop worrying, you’re gonna make yourself sick. Besides, you’re taking this way too personal.”
    Ava let out a deep sigh. Was she taking this too personal? She didn’t think so. Although she and Starr had numerous disagreements over the years, they had never put a strain on the friendship like this one had. She just prayed that they would be able to get over this little snag in their relationship.
    “If it makes you feel any better, we only talk because I call her. It’s not like she’s calling me. And when I do call, half the time, she let the call roll over to voicemail. I know that heifer is home when I call.”
    A small smile touched Ava lips. Maybe she was taking things a little too personal. “Yeah?”
    Summer lightly slapped Ava on the thigh. “Mmm hmm, now stop all this moping. One sad friend is enough!” Getting up, she went over to the wet bar and filled two glasses with white wine and club soda. Picking up the wine glasses Summer made her way back over to the sofa.
    The cool liquid splattered over the rim of the glass as Summer handed it to Ava. “Oops. Girl, take this before I spill it all over you.”
    Ava giggled. “What you trying to do? Get me drunk?
    “Nope I’m trying to get me drunk! Those little monsters wore me out! I need to sleep real good tonight.”
    “Stop calling my babies names! They ain’t gonna be too many more rug rats and little monsters.”
    Laughing, Summer caught the pillow Ava threw at her in mid-air before it could wallop her upside the head. “Fine, godmother of the year, you take them back to your room tonight so they can wake you up at zero-dark thirty.”
    “I don’t think so. You know I need my beauty sleep.”
    Playfully, nudging her friend, she told her, “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
    The heavy, oppressive gloom that threatened to cast a heavy shadow was replaced by an air of giddiness as the young women continued to indulge themselves and watch an old Eddie Murphy comedy.
    Somewhere around midnight, lightheaded and tipsy, Ava staggered to her room. The last thought she had before passing out was I miss my buddy Starr.
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Chapter 8
     
    “Oooh, my head hurts.” Starr moaned from the unrelenting pounding. Had too much to drink.
    Pulling the covers over her head, Starr never wanted to get out of bed. The pouring rain made her want to stay right where she was. In bed all day long.
    Lazily she stretched, rolled over and inhaled deeply, followed by a slow release of air from her mouth. Mmm, that’s strange, sniffing the air, I smell a man’s cologne... A man’s cologne!
    Bolting up into a sitting position, throwing the covers off of her body, she shrieked, “Oh my God! Where are my clothes?”
    To her horror, Starr was booty butt naked as the day she was born.
    “Where are my clothes? Where are my clothes?” She nervously chanted as she leaped from the bed. Spotting her bra, panties, and denim dress haphazardly scattered in various areas on the floor, she nearly twisted her ankle as dizziness overtook her as she stumbled retrieving each discarded item.
    Starr’s body froze as her eyes widen in shock. The pouring rain came to an abrupt end. Not wasting another second, she hurriedly pulled her dress over her head and jetted out the door.
    She ran as fast as her wobbly legs would carry her. There was a man her bathroom!
    ♥♥♥
    Bang! Bang! Bang! ... Bang! Bang! Bang!
    Untangling himself from the warmth of his wife’s petite body, Nick hissed, “Who in the hell is banging on the door like that?”
    “I don’t know.” Summer sleepily purred as she rolled over, pulling a pillow over her head.
    Yanking a pair of jeans from a nearby ottoman and pulling them on, he grumbled, “It’s six-thirty in the damn morning. Whoever it is better not wake up those