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            She walked into a room glancing around the dark interior. There were bones that decorated the walls and hanged from the ceiling, along with painted masks that scattered around the area. Candles dimly lit the room. In the center was a table covered with an old cloth and another woman who sat in a chair filing her nails.

The girl smiled at her and sat down at the chair in front of the fortune teller.

"Hello, my name is-"

"Clea Asher," the woman said cutting her off. She glanced up and met eyes with Clea.

Clea tried to keep on her polite smile. She couldn't help but to think of how cliche this woman was. She had her dark hair wrapped in a silk scarf, she dressed in a women's dashiki that matched her scarf and highlighted her chocolate skin. Clea knew she was a voodoo fortune teller, but Clea is a hundred percent sure the woman did not need all these gaudy decorations.

"I'm Borquita, what do you seek from me today?" Borquita said while folding her hands together and showing a toothy smile.

Clea's smile twitched, threatening to form to a sneer.

"Well, I don't think you need me to say if you knew my name," she said.

Borquita shrugged. "It's still a little more proper if you tell me what you seek."

It has only been three minutes and Clea regrets not going to the tarot card reader.

She leaned forward a bit towards the woman.

"You see, I'm a manager. And I just got moved to a new clinic. Unfortunately that clinic isn't paying me as much as the previous one. I also just invested in a new car and just moved in to a new apartment. And don't even get me started about my parents. They have been bugging me to visit them and I seriously do not want to pay for a plane ticket-"

Borquit raised her hand to stop Clea. "Get. To the point," she said.

Clea shut her mouth and blushed a bit in embarrassment.

"The point is." She clapped her hands together in front of the woman. Making Borquita raise an eyebrow.

"Is there any chance of me getting a stable partner?" she said.

Borquita continued to stare at her new client. She then laughed and rolled up her sleeves and took out a few rocks and bones from inside her shirt.

"You should have said so from the start," Borquita replied.

Clea's eyes shined with excitement as Borquita started to roll the items in her hand. Before the woman was going to throw them on the table Clea jumped and held the woman's hand.

"Hold on!"

A frown placed on Borquita's face.

"What," she seethed.

"I don't want just an ordinary stable boyfriend. Not some guy who will maybe buy me a brand named bag. I need someone who will let me sit on my ass and pay for my vacations." Her eyes widened a bit. "Maybe even find me a guy who will pay for my friend's and my vacation, without him coming with us!"

A pause came between the two. Borquita chuckled a bit under her breath at the woman in front of her.

"Oh, aren't you selfish woman."

"Are you going to tell me my future love life or not?" she sneered.

Borquita challenged the gold-digger with her own glare. The woman in front of her has to be her most impatient client yet. If this continues she'll be tempted to curse the girl in front of her. Regardless, Borquita took the bones and stones and began to chant under her breath. At least she'll have fun telling this woman of her horrible future love life. With such a horrible personality, there wont be any high class bachelors in her life.

Borquita threw the items onto the table. Her eyes widened at how they landed.

"You've got to be shitting me!" she yelled.

Clea jumped at her loud voice and glanced at the table in confusion.

"W-What is it?"

Borquita looked back up at her and folded her arms.

"Oh, you've got bachelors. Many bachelors."

"But are they rich? And handsome! Only tell me about the rich and handsome!" her eyes were now wide with excitement and glowing.

"But the bachelors are not important," she cuts in.

Clea frowned at that piece of information. Not important? How is her one path into fixing all her finical problems not important! Five star fortune teller, her ass! This is what she gets for trusting Yelp reviews.

"Let me tell you this. What has been plaguing your love life is your greed," said Borquita.

"It's not my fault all the guys I've met don't know how to take care of a woman," Clea mumbled.

Borquita gave her a dead stare, raising an eyebrow in disbelief over Clea's statement.

Clea's face burned a red before confessing.

"Okay, fine! I've ended all of them!" she exclaimed.

Borquita smirked and leaned back in her chair and intertwined her fingers.

"Why don't you tell me? I am known with my friends as a good listener. Start from the beginning," she said with a laugh.

Clea glared at the woman in front of her. She didn't like the way Borquita smirked at her. Her lips practically mocked her. This wasn't a fortune telling any more, but now a way for the woman in front of Clea to get some entertainment. She was thinking of just standing up and leaving in anger. Then again, this is a great chance to vent about her pathetic past ex's.

She smirked to herself. "My first boyfriend was a high school sweetheart," she said proudly.

"Obviously not so sweet since he's not here right now."

The smirk whipped off her face.

She was telling the truth, though. Kain Watson was a man she knew since elementary school. He was a simple guy who had a strong sense of moral, Clea loved that about him. It was easy to know what he was thinking, it was easy for her to know how to dictate him. It especially pleased her in high school to know her boyfriend wanted to be an engineer. Her lover also had the potential for being a stable husband. That was until during college he gave her a huge shock.

"I'm going the navy."

"Excuse me?"

"I've always thought about it."

"What about me? You don't love me enough to want to be with me?"

"Don't you love me enough to wait for me?"

"No."

"Well, didn't you screw yourself over," Borquita scoffed. During the time Clea told of Kain, Borquita took out a cigarette and began to smoke. "A good man that could have supported you and you leave him in the dust. You are one stone cold bitch."

Her face flushed in anger and embarrassment.

"What? Is that how you treat your customers!"

She blew out some smoke while chuckling. "I see ourselves as potential partners. Now, continue to tell me about your love life. With your 'mistake' from the high school sweetheart, I want to know what your next 'mistake' was. Come now, I'll make this session free."

All it took for Borquita to say free and Clea was right back to telling her of the next boyfriend.

By the time she graduated from college and became an independent adult, she made sure to have good connections. Which lead her to meet an aspiring pharmacist. He was charming and sweet, also a great gentleman. Benedict Turner was also a pusher over. She asked and he served. She wanted that handbag, he bought it for her. She was struggling with rent, he paid it off. It seemed like another perfect relationship to her. Of course that didn't happen.

"A calling?"

"You've known how much I've been devoted to Christianity. I know God wants me to do this."

"So you're dropping years of medical school to become a pastor."

"Yes!"

She remembered how good it felt to slap that pathetic smile off his face.

"Now, I'm pretty sure that was a work of god. Making sure a devil woman such as yourself didn't taint that poor, young man. Don't you know how to have fun? Let loose, receive a relationship with no strings attached."

Clea didn't say another word, making Borquita's eyes light up in curiosity.

She never saw what was so great about a no strings attached partner. Clea enjoyed sex, but she just enjoyed riches more. It was one night at the bar that lead her to meet Elijah Day. He was exotic, and seduced her with his suggestive smile and teasing caresses. The first night was such an experience; she left her number on his bedside and left before Elijah woke up. It wasn't discussed; the relationship was purely physical with no cuddling or dinner before desert. That was the relationship Clea thought would stay.

"I love you so much, Clea!"

"Elijah, let me go. I need to go to work."

"Please! I know I'm not much right now, but after college-"

"Hold on, you're only in college? How old are you?"

"Nineteen, but that doesn't matter because-- Clea, don't jump out the window! This is the second floor!"

"Poor boy, was played by his own game," Borquita mumbled.

"Poor boy? Poor me!" Clea exclaimed. She then rubs the back of her shoulders, grimacing at the memory of falling from the second floor.

Borquita shook her head in disapproval over Clea's love decisions.

"Throwing all those good men away like trash all because you didn't want to put work into solving the bumps along the way. Haven't you ever been given a tasted of your own medicine?"

Clea was silent, making Borquita's frown flip to a satisfied smile.

"So there has been a man to leave you in the dust?"

"My last guy was a total dick," Clea said.

She remembered how star struck she was of him. It was during an event for local residents in the medical field. Jackson Timber was a walking god to the women in the room. She is pretty sure one girl trembled so much under his pheromones her legs buckled and fell to the ground. But, what made Clea spill her drink on some girls and sabotage some dresses for him, was because of the man's title. He was a co-founder of a hospital.

It took her a few months of stalking, taking out a few rivals, and coincidental meetings. But she finally snagged the man as hers. Those few months were pure heaven. He constantly showered her with gifts and would only bother her when she wanted time with him. Clea would never admit it to a person, but she fell for him. She doesn't know if she loved him as much as Kain, but she did have strong feelings for him. He was her dream man, rich, handsome, let her do what she wanted, and ambitious. Jackson always vied for the best and nothing more. Unfortunately, she wouldn't be here if they stayed together.

"Jackson! You used me to take away a sponsor from my clinic?"

"You shouldn't yell when we're in a public place. Just enjoy the food."

"Don't try to change the subject! I don't like to be used, is that the only reason you dated me?"

"I dare you to say you didn't come to me because of my money."

" . . ."

"This is too troublesome, let's end this."

"W-What?"

She cursed herself for sounding so pathetic when he broke up with her. That event was why she searched out for a fortune teller. Clea has never been dumped, she was always the dumper! She wont stand for this, there has to be some way for her to change everything. And she knows a stabled, rich, handsome, husband would fix that.

Borquita drummed her fingers against the table in between them. What a superficial girl. She has a blind way to look at life and how to gain happiness. She glances to the bones in front of them and a smile again grows on her face. Well, she should continue her fun with the girl as much as she can.

Borquita stood up and walked over to a cabinet and opened a shelf to pull out a small box. She came back to the table and pushed the box towards Clea.

The woman raised an eyebrow at the box. She cautiously reached over and opened the small container, a gasp came from her lips. Inside was the most beautiful ring she has ever seen. It was a bright gold band that was decorated with red gems, there were twelve small ones that ringed around the band and a large single one that gleamed on top.

"B-Beautiful," she muttered.

"Isn't it," Borquita responded. "It's been laying around for a while, no purpose and with no adventure. I think you should take it."

Clea eyes practically bulged out in shock. This woman is letting her take the ring? Even though she insulted her and told her of all her horrible relationships? No, Clea isn't letting this opportunity go to waste.

"Thanks so much, see ya!"

Clea stood up from her seat and took all her stuff and rushed to the door. Right before she exited Borquita yelled to her to stop. Damn, Clea should of known it wouldn't be that easy to get a free gift. She grumbled and turned back to the woman. Borquita held an amused grin.

"That ring has been cursed by the gods and people. Don't let your greed control you, the ring wont be happy."

Clea let out a mocking laugh, she smirked at Borquita.

"Sorry, I'm a hedonistic atheist."

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. . . Hi.

Hahaha, I know what you guys are thinking, "PupPupPop! WTF ANOTHER STORY?! You haven't even updated the other ones! YOU NOW HAVE SIX STORIES UNCOMPLETED!"

I know and I'm sorry! But I really wanted to publish this one it's been sitting in my documents collecting dust and I just really wanted to get it out because I am in love with Clea  ;__;

. . . Ummm, yeah. Hope you guys like it, Hahaha. As always! Flames and comments weelllccommmeeddd ^^