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Paris asked looking at the huge stuffed garment bag. “I’m not quite sure but your stylist who you’ll meet tomorrow thought that these would look good on you." Miles felt anything would look good on Paris even that oversized bath robe she was rockin. “So Paris I hope you don’t feel like I’m controlling our night but I set up a dinner at a local hot spot here in the city called Buddakan to discuss your week goals that have been set by our A&R team and for us to get to know each other on a professional level”. As Miles talked Paris kind of drifted away she was truly attracted to this strong man who was like seven years her senior. She was floored. Yet still intrigued at the same time. She would have to play up her sexy for the night cause one thing was for sure and that was Miles Crawford would be her man when it was all said and done. As Paris looked through her outfit options she immediately grabbed the Zac Posen silk runway dress in electric blue and the black patent leather Christian Louboutin pumps that reeked rich wife. As Paris slipped into the dress she decided to go ANTM and pull her hair straight back in a tight French bun. She went against wearing makeup because she’d rather people accept her for who she was without any added help. Instead she opted for a neutral Mac lip gloss and minimal jewelry. She gave herself the one over in the mirror and was on her way down the stairs thinking to herself “Damn I look good.” As she came downstairs Miles was taken a back by how absolutely beautiful she was. When they had first met she had on a smoky eye shadow and he could have sworn she was rocking a weave. Now looking at her without the stripper façade he saw a natural beauty who was so pure and had more to offer than he’s sure she knew she had. Paris could tell by the look on Miles face that she must look stunning but she wanted him to say it. “So is this okay for dinner?” Paris asked looking unsure to reel Miles in. “You look great and yes that’s just fine for dinner.” Miles responded looking her up and down. As the two grabbed their coats they were out the door and on their way to dinner, and Paris couldn’t be happier to walk arm and arm with Miles and little did she know Miles felt the exact same way.
     
     

Chapter 3
    Soon as I Get Home
     
    “Girl I’ve just been out of it lately, I need a pick me up for real” Tammy talked with her girlfriends at their table as she stuffed together another forkful of rice. She had been feeling so lost from her relationship with Miles to her direction in life. She had no clue where her life was going. I mean sure she had goals but she had no idea of where to start to make them happen. And Miles was another story. They had been secretly dating un- exclusively for the past five years and still no commitment. She knew she should have kept their unborn child but she was sure that Miles would propose to her after she announced her pregnancy, and when he didn’t she knew for sure the abortion and her reasoning would snap him into reality. But where did that leave her… alone with a table of her nosey ass girlfriends on a Thursday night sipping Pinot Grigio discussing all their faults. As she raised her wine glass for a sip she was amazed at what she saw. Miles walked in with who she assumed to be Paris by the outfit she had picked out for her. Sure Tammy had seen Miles with female clients before but this was different these two motherfuckers walked in arm and arm all honkey dory and shit. She could tell by the look on Miles face that this was more than what he made it out to be. And why were they at Buddakan what happened to Nello’s like Miles said. Tammy couldn’t believe this and to top it off her girlfriends obviously peeped it too. “Hey Tam aint that Miles over there and who’s that chick? Questioned Nina, Tammy’s overly nosey girlfriend. “You know I’ll cut his ass.” Replied Kim Tam’s overly protective girl and assistant, she was from