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that she just had to go to.
    “Yup, Roxy . It’s gonna be a fun night.” She flashed a suspicious smile. It seemed like she was up to something, but I turned up the radio and headed to the club.
    I pulled my car up to the valet . I had it like that, since I was no longer struggling with my bills. Plus, there was no way I was going to waste time looking for parking in downtown Boston. Not to mention, the line to the club was streaming around the corner. It was evident that some type of celebrity or athlete was patronizing the club that night.
    “Dalia, what is going on in here tonight?”
    The Spanish valet handed me my ticket and we walked to the club entrance.
    “ Excuse me ladies, please let Cleve Devine through.”
    The bouncers pushed us aside as Cleve Devine from the Celtics and his entourage made their way into the club. Of course , they were eyeing Dalia and I from head to toe. Cleve told the bouncers not to make us wait in line, and that we could come in with them. We waited until the last person from their entourage walked in, and they allowed us to walk in behind them.
    “Is this an event for an athlete?” I whispered to Dalia before the loud music hit us.
    “Yup.” she said, smiling her way inside.
    I knew her ass was up to something . That bitch knew how I felt about athletes. I was done with dating them niggas. An event for athletes was the last place I wanted to be. I had literally wanted away from that life altogether.
    I’m different, yup I’m different. The sounds of 2Chainz smothered the crowded club. All the VIP areas were bought out by athletes. Ace of Spades, bottles of Ciroc and Rosé were being popped at all angles of the club.
    “Tyra, they playing our shit. Let’s turn-up. Stop looking so mad and turn the FUCK up!” She tapped my shoulder and then began two stepping.
    “Let’s just find our way to the bar.” I told her.
    As we fought our way to the bar, in passing, I locked eyes with none other than my ex, Michael Slinks. Instantly, all the old feelings came rushing back at once. Butterflies riddled the pit of stomach, and darts of pain rippled through the most vulnerable part of my heart. Memories of how in love we used to be, how happy he made me, and how easily he made me smile surfaced. Our eyes held each other as if he was thinking and feeling the same.
    M y heart was squeezing out through my chest. I wanted to run over, hug him, tell him how much I still loved him and how much pain I was in from missing him. I literally wanted to surrender myself to him so that he could make the pain of missing him go away. But I knew I couldn’t do that. I still blamed him for causing the stress that made me lose our unborn child. I questioned his love. Love wasn’t supposed to hurt, he was supposed to overlook my past and love me for me. Since he didn’t, my mind jolted back to reality. I had to love myself more and let go.
    Our eye contact was constant until he went his way, which was toward the exit, and I went mine, to the bar. Michael was more handsome than ever, tall, lean and clean cut. His eyes told me that he wanted to talk to me too, but he didn’t know how. My heart sank to my feet and I wanted to cry.
    “Girl , was that Michael Slinks?” Dalia asked as we finally secured a spot by the bar.
    “Yeah ,” I said, turning my eyes away from hers.
    “ Oh my goodness. I really got to see his fine ass in person. Go get him, go talk to him, Tyra!”
    “Dalia , relax. I’m not talking to that man, it’s over. Now listen, you got me here, so you need to buy me a drink ASAP.”
    “I got you girl.” She signaled for the bartender and I peeked at the exit to see if Michael was still around , but he was gone.
    “Two shots of Don Julio please!” Dalia ordered.
    When our shots arrived, I took mine back with no hesitation and demanded more. All my feelings for Michael had re-awakened and I had to put them back to sleep with the shots of Don J.
    After the fourth shot, I was still