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some x-rays to be faxed from another dental office. Tyra, please attach them to Clary Tyson’s file.” She looked into my glossy eyes as if she noticed the sadness in them. I turned to my computer and told her that I was on top of it.
    Dr. Raphael was very attentive; she was more than likely taking mental notes of me bringing my personal emotions to work. I hoped that she understood that I was human and some emotions you just couldn’t fight.
    When night broke , I examined myself in my full-length mirror at home. I placed my small red Marc Jacobs clutch under my arm and pulled down my purple sweater dress. I squeezed some clear gloss on top of my red lipstick, grabbed my black blazer and headed out to meet Courtney. It seemed like most of our dates were now in clubs. He had so many hosting gigs in the city, that we stayed celebrating.
    Once again , the club was crowded, and Courtney had a bucket full of Ace of Spades chilling on ice. “Hey baby.” He greeted me with the warmest smile. “I’m so glad you came. You know these club appearances are like work for me. I have to work on and off the field.”
    “I’m just here to support you.” I told him.
    He took a step back to examine me, and he nodded, making me feel uncomfortable.
    I brushed my hand over my loose curls. “Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked.
    “Because I really like you.” he said.
    “I like you too.” I playfully hit him on his chest.
    “So what’s up, is this me?” he asked, pointing at me from head to toe.
    “What are you asking me?” I blushed.
    “I’m asking you to be my girl.” he said boldly.
    “No more girls c oming up to me asking about you?” I teased.
    His face went from a smile to serious. “Babe, I can’t express how sorry I am for that. You will never have to worry about something like that happening again. I promise.”
    “Alright then, so yes.”
    “Yes? Y ou’re my girl?” he asked, licking his kissable lips.
    “Y es.” I said.
    He pulled me close and gave me the deepest hug. We were now official. And after that, it was on. We danced like we owned the night, and when it was time to go, he told me to meet him at his house.
    Flawless, b eautiful and grand couldn’t even describe his home. Everything about it was pristine, from the fifty foot ceilings, the bar in his living room, and the largest fireplace I've ever seen sitting between two bay windows. The wooden floors were golden, glossy brown, and a myriad of scents filled my nose as if his maid had just deep cleaned his house with Pine-Sol and bleach.
    “The bachelor pad is hot! ” I was impressed by all the expensive brown and gray artwork that matched the vases and marble brown baskets on his coffee table. “Who decorated in here?” I asked.
    “What you saying babe? You don’t like my taste?”
    “No, I’m saying it’s fabulous in here.”
    “Whoa, whoa! Y ou don’t use the word fabulous to describe a man’s spot.”
    “Well your place is beautiful, how ’bout that?”
    “I’ll take beautiful.” He laughed. “You want something to drink?” He was standing behind his wooden bar like a buff bartender. “Yeah, just give me a little wine. You kept filling my cup with all that Ace in the club, so I’m already still buzzed.”
    “You're such a light weight.” He teased.
    He handed me a glass of wine and then we sat on the couch and chatted for a little bit. He reached for my hand and held it in his lap. “I really appreciate you, Tyra. You are real woman. Not too many women are well put together like you are. You’re beautiful; you have your own place, a good job and you’re cool as shit. I’d be a fool not to lock you down. You're the total package.”
    “You ’re not so bad, yourself.” I smiled.
    I turned in his direction. We were now looking at each other eye to eye. It felt like an intimate conversation sharing moment. “One thing about me, Courtney, is that I love hard. My foster parents weren't good at showing