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the truth.”
    “No... the truth is you and I never had
sex.”
      I looked at him.
    “What?”
    “Well, we tried but...we didn’t get far.”
    “Slim this is crazy! How come I remember having sex with you
and...”
    “The room of guys?” he said as he smirked finishing his sentence.
    “So I wasn’t tripping.” I said as I covered my face.
    “Look, we all just...had a little too much fun.” He said looking
from me.
    “We...how did this all happen?”
    “We got drunk,” he chuckled.
    “How else does some shit go down like that. It obviously wasn’t planned. Look, what you experienced was real but you just
stripped, baby...that’s all.”
    “STRIPPED?!”
    I jumped up and looked at Slim in awe. He stood up and held his
arms out.
    “I protected you, don’t worry. But when you came to me about your
financial situation...”
    And then I knew he was telling the truth. I held my arms around my
shoulders and cried out,
    “Oh my god...I told him we messed around and it didn’t even
happen.”
    “He don’t have to know everything,
Chardonnay.” Slim said wrapping his arms around me.
    I pushed him away from me sobbing to the floor. Slim pulled me up
and rocked me in his arms, “It’s gonna be koo ,
shawty...shush all that noise. You a’ight. Do you
think you need to go to the hospital?”
    “I don’t want to go near a hospital. I’m going to just check out
here and go over to P.F. Chang’s to meet Micah.”
    He nodded his head as if he understood.

    When we
arrived there, not even three minutes away from the Sheraton Suites, Micah was
already settled at a table, iPod glued to ear, rambling on to someone on his
cell on the other about his dry cleaning and how they pressed his suit the
wrong way. The second he saw me with Slim in tow he clipped his phone down and
stood to his feet.
    “Chardonnay, darling!”
    I gave a weak smile and Micah’s face turned concerned.
    “Hey Micah.”
    He was my boy gal, as I called him, Micah Waterford. Even though
he was in his junior year of college, the man had his own management company
and was helping me get an internship since he knew a few who’s
who’s in the media communications and literary industry. As fine as he
was, with his caramel golden skin, light brown, almond shaped eyes, perfectly
cut close Ludacris fade, and dimples so deep you could lose your train of
thought in them, he was so gay.
    “Hey Hon! Are you okay?”
    “Yeah,” I waved and looked up at Slim who was watching every move
of our conversation and the turn of events happening around us. Micah looked at
him and pointed asking,
    “Is he going to be here the whole time as well, sugar doll,
because I can’t have every—”
    “No, he won’t. He’s checking out the scene for me.”
    Micah was concerned about people knowing his celebrity in Kansas
City. He valued his friendships too much to be used which showed what type of
friends he had. Except me.
    “Well I talked with a rep with Vogue. They loved you!”
    I tried to be enthusiastic about the news but yesterday’s events
still had my full attention. I looked up at Slim giving him the assuring look
that I would be okay.
    “You sure?” he asked.
    “Yes. I’ll be having Zasmyth pick me up.”
    Slim didn’t protest on that but I knew he wanted to make an effort
to do so. He kissed me on the cheek as Micah watched and then slowly walked out
the restaurant, taking glances at me as he did so. I turned to face Micah and
knew I would have to answer questions.
    “Umm, Chardonnay that doesn’t look like the Fiancé I saw in your
pictures...Lord knows I can’t forget his face, although that boy toy there was
cute...I’m sure that’s all he is to you, right.”
    It amused me how well Micah knew me
better than my girls did at times, but I answered, “No...He’s not my boy toy,
and what about Vogue...damn I need this.”
    “With your experience they feel as if they could work with you
but...”
    “But what?”
    “They say you don’t