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most women craved in a man. Micah wasn’t one of the athletes that frequented the blogs or out in the club partying popping bottles every night. He wasn’t even a dater, he dated one person in the last four years; it ended because she went to study abroad in Africa and Micah was signed to his team. If women didn’t know who he was, he didn’t tell them. If they made it pass his qualifications, then he eventually told them.
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                  “What time you came in last night?” Micah looked up at Donovan who just woke up.
    “Do you always wake up this damn early? You need to let loose . You up early working out and it’s Saturday morning.”
    Donovan was oblivious that it was one in the afternoon. Micah finished doing his push-ups before walking to the kitchen to get a drink of water. Donovan sat at the bar with his sun glasses on and cup of Gin and lemonade.
                  Donovan and Micah were night and day. Micah didn’t drink, smoke, or party. He loved waking up early and working out or just to walk in the hills when he was in California. It was rarely a time Micah slept in and if he did, Donovan thought the world would be ending soon.
    Donovan , on the other hand, smoked, drank, and partied. He was a regular on the club scene whether it was New York, Miami, or California. His motto was work hard and play harder. He worked his ass off in the studio to afford the life he was living. He enjoyed life and appreciated the opportunity Micah gave him. He tried to get Micah to stop taking his self seriously all the time so he could enjoy it too.
                  “Nigga, it’s one in the afternoon. Maybe if you wasn’t out all night you would know that.”
    “What you getting into today?” Donovan ignored his cousin’s remark.
    “Going out,” Micah answered and left to go get dressed.
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    Micah pulled up to Minka’s condominium and parked his car. He continued to the front desk where a girl, who looked no older than sixteen, was sitting reading People magazine.
    “What apartment is Minka in?” he asked unsure of her last name.
    “OMG! You’re Micah Johnson. I swear my dad loves you.” The girl threw her magazine down.
    “Thank you , but can you please tell me her apartment number?” Micah asked politely again.
    The girl looked in the computer and back at Micah.
    “Are you a relative? She doesn’t have many visitors and they all have to be announced when they do come.” The girl looked back at Micah.
    “How about I give you an autograph for your dad, and we keep this between me and you.”
    “She’s on the fifth floor apt 5F.” she pointed to the elevators and snapped a picture of Micah signing her People magazine.
    “I’m so gonna Instagram this,” she squealed.
                  Micah took the elevator to the fifth floor and walked down the hall until he came to Apt 5F. He could hear Minka singing her heart out to Your Love by Nicki Minkaj. Micah laughed to himself before he knocked on the door. He heard the music stop and high heels clack against the floor coming to the door.
    Minka opened the door.
    “Hi , Micah,” she greeted Micah, stepping aside to allow him in.
    “I was in the neighborhood and wanted to see if you wanted to go out for lunch ,” Micah lied. He really just wanted to see her again.
    “Come in and take a seat. How did you get pass the front desk?” Minka probed and walked to the kitchen.
    “I made an arrangement with the girl at the front.” Micah walked in and sat in the living room. Minka’s condo had floor to ceiling windows with Tiffany blue curtains and matching furniture. The kitchen overlooked the living room. He wondered what she did to afford to live like this. Minka came out the kitchen with two wine glasses filled with red wine. She handed Micah