CHAPTER 9

Even though Justin promised to keep in touch with Kyra, she wasn’t really expecting him to follow through and do it. So when she got a random text from him asking her if she wanted to meet him for lunch, she was conflicted on what to do.  After having just patched things up with Cincere, Kyra really couldn’t afford to jeopardize her relationship for a second time, but when it came to Justin, she couldn’t help herself. Just when Kyra thought she was over him for good, Justin found his way back into her life again.

As for Justin, it was only Monday, and he already couldn’t stand the thought of being cooped up in the office. The mountain of paperwork on his desk seemed to be growing by the minute, but unfortunately, the same could not be said for his desire to do it. As soon as Kyra texted him back, Justin told his secretary to cancel the rest of his appointments and set out to enjoy the rest of his day. If anyone called for him while he was gone, he would get back to them. Until then, they could leave a message. When it came to Kyra, everything else could wait.

It was so nice out, Justin even decided to let drop the top on his newest toy; a silver DB9 Volante from Aston Martin. The sun illuminated the spellbinding hues of turquoise in the water and there wasn’t a single cloud in the magnificent sky as he pulled out of the parking garage. The tops of the palm trees swayed in the light breeze as he sped past the other cars on the street. Too bad it wasn’t strong enough to bring him any relief from the heat.

As Justin drove toward the heart of Regent Village, the premier shopping plaza on Providenciales, he started to question whether he should have skipped out of work early, but the second he saw her, he knew he made the right decision.
Kyra looked so pretty standing next to one of the water fountains. She was wearing a long, royal blue maxi dress which flaunted her figure, along with a pair of gold chain Gladiator sandals and matching gold accessories; all of which complimented her skin tone. One day in the sun and she looked like a bronzed goddess.

“Hey!” Kyra opened her arms for a hug and Justin was more than happy to give her one. She had her curls pulled up off her neck, which helped accentuate her face, along with that smile Justin still loved so much.

“Thanks for agreeing to meet me here on such short notice.” Justin smiled back at her, completely captivated by her beauty. He took one look in her eyes and he was under her spell.

“It’s cool. I’m happy you called.” Kyra made it sound like she didn’t drop everything she was doing the second she saw his name come up on her phone, when really, she came running. No one would’ve ever guessed she got showered and dressed in under thirty minutes.

“Yeah, you know, I hadn’t heard from you since we went to dinner so I figured I’d check up on you and see how you were doing. . .” Justin struck up a conversation as they started walking down the paved walkway, past the meticulously well kept gardens and other businesses. Kyra wasn’t even sure where they were going, but she felt comfortable letting him lead the way.

“That was very thoughtful of you.” She looked away bashfully. Just knowing he still thought about her was enough to make her feel good.

“You know, Kyra, just because I’m getting married doesn’t mean we have to stop talking. . .” Justin glanced over occasionally while friendly strangers passed them and said hello.

“Actually, that’s exactly what it means,” Kyra laughed half-heartedly as Justin opened the door to the restaurant he picked. The maitre d’ seated them underneath one of the big umbrellas outside and gave them their menus. Their server would be with them shortly.

“Thanks again for coming. I’ve just been feeling so bogged down between work and the wedding. . .” Justin let out a heavy sigh once they had some privacy. “It’s nice to be able to get away for a little bit.” He flashed a smile to hide his stress, but when Kyra looked in his eyes she saw sadness. Unsure whether she should ask him about it, she nodded and smiled anyway.

“Speaking of weddings. . .” Justin cleared his throat. “Have you given any thought as to whether or not you’re coming to my engagement party?” he asked.

Kyra paused; surprised he would even bring it up again. She couldn’t believe that was the first thing he asked her. They just sat down not even two minutes ago.

“Yeah . . . About that. . .” Kyra winced at the thought of being in the same room as the girl he wanted to marry. “I don’t think I’ll be able to make it.”

“What? Why not?” Justin looked shocked, if not a little saddened by her response.

“Hmm, I don’t know. Let’s see. . .” Kyra tapped her finger on her chin. “For one, I’m sure your parents would throw a fit! Oh. And then there’s the fact that I’m your ex-girlfriend.” Kyra ran down her list of reasons, making sure to emphasize the time they spent as more than friends.

“Yeah, but that was years ago. It’s not like we’re still messing around.” Justin grabbed another breadstick out the basket and kept munching. It bothered Kyra that he could be so nonchalant about it when it was slowly tearing her apart.

“Still. . . I’m sure your fiancé wouldn’t appreciate me being there,” Kyra’s tart remark matched the sour look on her face. Even the slightest mention of Eden made her feel a certain way.

“It’ll be fine!” Justin laughed. “Besides, it’s my engagement party, too,” he added.

“My answer is still no.” Kyra kept it short and to the point. She was kind of mad at Justin, and it was getting harder not to show it.

“Kyra, I don’t expect you to understand why I’m asking you to do this, but just hear me out. . .” Justin reached across the table for her hand and her icy stare melted.     “Just know this is a really big deal for me, and it would really mean a lot to me to know I have your blessing. . . As weird as it sounds, it won’t feel right without you there,” he continued. Everything about him was gentle from his tone to his caress, but Kyra was trying hard not to roll her eyes as she listened to him. As much as she loved Justin, when it came to him marrying Eden, she couldn’t respect his feelings. She wanted to stand up and scream, “This is some bullshit!” but, “I’ll have to check with work and see,” sounded much more appropriate considering they were in a public setting.

“See, look at that! You know everything there is to know about me, and yet I don’t even know where you work.” Justin positioned himself so that he was comfortable. He seemed much more relaxed where as Kyra became instantly nervous. She quietly debated whether or not she should make up something that sounded a little more impressive than her current title, but that would be childish. She figured if anyone was going to tell him it might as well be her. If Justin didn’t want to talk to her after that then that was on him.

“I know you probably won’t believe me . . . but . . . I’ve been waitressin’. . . ” Kyra reached for her water to help her swallow the lump in her throat, but it did nothing to relieve her embarrassment. Sitting across from her was this successful businessman who went on to college and got his degree. No one could argue Justin wasn’t doing big things, and here she is, stuck waitressing.

“Since when?” Justin held back his laugh. He didn’t mean to offend her. It was just hard to imagine Kyra doing anything that involved her getting dirty or possibly breaking a nail.

“I thought you worked at that one boutique. . .” Justin racked his brain trying to remember the name of it. “How did you wind up doing that?” he asked.

“Your guess is as good as mine,” Kyra expressed her unhappiness in a sigh. She had to have asked herself that same question at least a thousand times. “Slow money is better than no money I guess. . .” She shrugged.  “I gotta make a livin’ somehow.”

“Well I still think you should try and come,” Justin concluded their conversation as he stuck his head in the menu.

“I’ll see what I can do.” Kyra said whatever she had to in order to pacify him for the time being. Justin getting married was the last thing she wanted to hear about, talk about, or think about. But as much as much as Kyra didn’t want to go, the last thing she wanted to do was let him down. And then there was Cincere . . .

Kyra and Justin spent the next couple hours dining on French food and fine wine at one of the sidewalk cafés, completely wrapped up in each other’s conversation, as they watched the world go by. Afterwards, the two of them continued their stroll down Ocean’s Row; known for all the big-name businesses and designer boutiques.

“Justin? Can I ask you somethin’?” Kyra shielded her eyes from the sun as she looked up at him. They had to have covered almost every topic imaginable over lunch, but even after their long talk there was still one question weighing on her mind.

“Sure. Go ahead.” Justin continued to stare straight ahead, his pace slow and steady. He was in no hurry for their time to end.

“Why did you call me out here today?” Kyra stopped abruptly.

“What do you mean? I already told you why.” Justin tried to laugh off her question and keep walking, but the look on her face said he better not.

“Yeah, but I mean, I’m sure you didn’t come all the way down here just to discuss the weather and make small talk. I want to know the real reason why.” Kyra held her breath, waiting for him to say something; anything that might give her hope that one day they would be together again. If Justin had any love left for her then Kyra needed to know now.

“Okay,” Justin took a deep breath to start. “Kyra, the real reason I called you is because the other night, when we were at dinner I noticed you didn’t say much about yourself. It kind of left me wondering. . . How are you . . . really?”

“I’m fine. Why do you ask?” Kyra fidgeted under his scrutiny. The fact that she was sweating had little to do with the fact it was in the high 80’s, and everything to do with the way he was looking at her.

“I mean, we’re friends right? I’m allowed to be concerned. Just because we’re not together anymore doesn’t mean I want to see you unhappy.” The deep creases in his forehead backed up his claim. Justin kept trying to establish eye contact, but Kyra wouldn’t look at him for more than a few seconds at a time. “Are you happy Kyra?”

“Yes, I’m happy. Why wouldn’t I be?” Kyra laughed to hide the fact his questions were making her uneasy. Justin laughed because he knew right away she was lying.

“Okay, this time I’m going to ask you again and I want you to tell the truth,” he chuckled.

“Whateva, shut up!” Kyra pushed him in a playful way. “While you talkin’, I could be askin’ you the same thing. . . Are you sure you’re really ready to get married?” she teased.

“Yeah, I’m sure. I mean, you fall in love, get married, and have kids. That’s what you’re supposed to do, right?”

Yeah. To me! Kyra thought.

“Remember when we used to talk about getting married?” she asked jokingly. Her and Justin were only teenagers at the time, but they had it all planned out. They already knew what colors everyone would wear and who they were going to invite. They even had a couple baby names picked out, just in case. Kyra was looking forward to building a life with Justin once they graduated from the academy, but their fairytale ended unexpectedly when he followed her to Chicago. Their love was just another casualty of the city’s well-publicized gun problem, and Kyra knew better than anybody that the streets weren’t at all forgiving.

“Yeah, I remember,” Justin laughed softly. The fact that he was soon to be a married man became very real in that moment and his nerves spiked suddenly. This time, he wasn’t just talking. In exactly 37 days, he would be tied to Eden . . . Forever.

“Funny how life has its way of working out differently,” he commented.

“I know right. Now look at us. We’re all grown up,” Kyra smiled at the memory, although her smile was bittersweet. They were too young to be talking about marriage back then, but she had faith that one day, it would happen. Even now it was hard for Kyra to picture another man as her husband. In all her time with Cincere, she never really looked at him in that way.

“Can you believe my engagement party is in less than a week and I still don’t even have a suit yet?” Justin slowed to a stop in front of a shop that just so happened to specialize in high fashion suits for men. Kyra could tell he was in deep thought as he admired the beige suit on display in the window.

“You want to go take a look?” she asked, hoping he would share whatever it was he was thinking.

“Nah,” Justin waved off her suggestion. He was adamant about leaving, but Kyra ignored him.

“Come on. Let’s see what they have,” she said.

A small bell chime hanging above the door announced their entrance, and a man in a blue dress shirt greeted them as soon as they walked in. The shop was laid out very nicely, but other than the man who greeted them and the tailors who worked there, she and Justin were the only ones in the store.

“Mr. Hartwell! How are ya?” The salesman extended his hand to Justin who shook it firmly. Kyra couldn’t help but notice the way the man treated Justin with a certain familiarity that said he either already knew Justin or he knew of him, one of the many perks of having a wealthy family.

“Doing well, thanks for asking.” Justin continued to roam about as they talked, looking at different ties and what not.

“So, Mr. Hartwell, may I ask what brings you in today?” Thomas followed behind Justin as he continued browsing, offering additional information along the way.

“Well, Thomas, I need your help. See, I’m getting married, and next week-”

“Congratulations!” Thomas clapped his hands together as he rejoiced in the news. “You two must be so excited!”

Kyra nearly dropped the pair of cufflinks was looking at when she realized he was referring to her. She looked at Justin, waiting for him to correct Thomas, but when he didn’t, she kept quiet and waited for the awkward moment to pass.

“Hey Thomas, I think I want to try this on.” Justin picked out a unique white jacket with black piping and a pair of black pants by Hugo Boss, as well as a pale blue summer suit from their Summer 2013 collection.

“Okay, well why don’t we get you measured up first, and then we can pull a few more pieces and see what works.” Thomas suggested.

“Sounds good,” Justin took off his burnt orange blazer and gave it to Kyra to hold as he stepped up to the three way mirror. She watched closely as Thomas started to measure the width of his shoulders and then down just past his wrist.

Kyra exhaled, wishing it was her who got to come up behind him, and reach her arms around the fullest past of his chest. She wanted to be the one to run the tape from the bottom of his neck all the way down until he told her to stop.

“Is that long enough?” Thomas looked up to Justin for his approval. Justin nodded and Thomas jotted down some more notes before going on.

In order to size the pants, Thomas took the tape around Justin’s waist, making sure to leave it just loose enough to fit a finger in between. To get the length, he measured from his waist down to his shoes.

And lastly: the inseam. Kyra was having a hard time keeping her thoughts PG-13 as she watched Thomas start at the top of Justin’s leg, right around his crotch area. It had been five years since they last had sex, but she remembered what was underneath quite vividly.

Once Thomas was finished, he grabbed Justin a few dress shirts and some neck ties to try on with the suits he picked out. Justin went into the dressing room to see how they fit, and the entire time Kyra was waiting for him to come back out, she wished she was bold enough to follow him. Kyra often fantasized about sneaking off somewhere and having her way with Justin one last time. This seemed like as good an opportunity as any. After all, if she was going to help him pick out his clothes, it was only right she get to see him take them off.

“That suit looks great on you.” Thomas gave Justin the okay sign when he stepped out of the room, and Kyra rolled her eyes. Of course he would say that, She thought.

“I don’t know. . . Kyra, what do you think? You’ve always been better at this than I am.” Justin admitted. He looked to Kyra for advice, and it was as though once they made eye contact, neither of them could break it.

“Ah yes it is smart to get a woman’s opinion.” Thomas chimed in.

“It’s okay. . . I kind of like this one though.” Kyra held up a hanger with an all black suit attached to it. It was made of silk wool with black satin accents throughout. The suit came in two pieces with a notched lapel, two buttons and two front pockets, along with one on the breast. The tag inside indicated that it was made by Tom Ford, and nearly three times the price.

“You’re right. She does have good taste.” Thomas nodded to Justin and smiled at her.

“Here, try this on next.” Kyra handed it over to him and Justin sighed as he headed to the back again. This was why he put this kind of stuff off so long in the first place.

Meanwhile, Kyra’s urge to shop was getting stronger the longer they were there. She felt like a kid in a candy store looking at all the different color combinations and accessories. It didn’t matter if they weren’t shopping for her. She wandered off to look at the rest of the merchandise, but when she came back, she gasped at what she saw.

“How do I look?” Justin held his hands out his sides for inspection. Kyra watched him in the mirror as he took his time admiring himself, trying to get a feel for it. He adjusted his collar with this cocky look on his face that let Kyra know he was feeling himself, and he had every right to feel that way. Justin was as fine as they come, but in a suit? His sexiness was on a whole other level.

“That’s it. That’s the one.”

CHAPTER 8

Dehydrated and exhausted, Kyra returned home from her wild night of partying late the next day. She crept in expecting to hear the TV or music playing at the very least, but it was quiet – almost too quiet. Kyra wandered from room to room only to find that each one was empty. Cincere was gone.

“Cincere . . .?” Kyra called his name and was met by an insufferable silence. Cincere left without so much as a note stating where he went or when he would be back – if at all.

Kyra rushed to plug her phone into the charger and found she had a long list of missed calls, most of which were from Cincere asking her where she was and when she was coming home, along with a text message from Meeka asking if she made it home safely. Luckily for Kyra, Cincere was gone by the time she got there, but her relief was only temporary. Because while she might not like it, she knew she would have to answer to him eventually.

In dire need of a shower, Kyra quickly disposed of her dress on her way to the bathroom where she planned to get rid of any other evidence that could possibly link her to Dominic. But as Kyra passed the mirror she barely recognized the woman staring back at her. She was covered in guilt, and it was going to take a lot more than soap and hot water to wash away her shame. Memories of that morning were still fresh while her recollection of last night was fuzzy at best, and part of her almost felt it was better that way.

The only thing Kyra remembered was waking up to the sound of seagulls crying out. The brisk chill that accompanies dawn filled her lungs and the splendor of the sunrise cast a faint glow around the cabin. Not that she could appreciate it. Her eyes were extremely sensitive to light to the point where she could barely open them, and the constant swaying of the boat wasn’t doing much to help the liquor still sitting on her stomach. As Kyra leaned over the edge of the bed, she just knew she was going to be sick.

But as Kyra lay there trying to regroup, she had a stunning revelation. She didn’t own a boat. Nor did she know anyone who did. Kyra woke up with no idea where she was or how she got there.

And how could Kyra ever forget Dominic, or the awkward exchange they had before she left? Dominic certainly wasn’t ugly, but much like their moment, Kyra’s feelings for him were short-lived. As soon as her buzz wore off, her attraction to him, whatever “thing” she had for him, wore off with it. Once she got what she wanted she didn’t want anything to do with him.

Sleeping with Dominic was a huge mistake, and there was no way Kyra would ever make the same mistake twice. Out of respect for Cincere and their relationship, Kyra swore to never see Dominic again – which shouldn’t be too hard considering he was just a tourist. Kyra could rest assured knowing that at least one of her problems would solve itself. Lord knows she had enough of them.

Still, Kyra was smart enough to know that every relationship has its problems and that her and Cincere’s relationship was no exception. Even though she might not have it in her to come right out and confess about Dominic, last night let her know she couldn’t keep avoiding the real issue. And that was her feelings for Justin.

Once Kyra had the chance to sober up, she came to the conclusion that the only reason she slept with Dominic was to feel better about Justin getting married to that Eden chick. Unfortunately for her, it did the complete opposite.

The pleasure Dominic provided was replaced by remorse in the morning. Her conscience was eating her alive. Kyra had never been the type to go home with a guy she just met, let alone sleep with him on the first night, which would explain why she was so quick to blame it on the alcohol. Her being drunk was the only way she could understand why she would do something so stupid.

Dominic was undeniably good looking, but that didn’t mean Kyra cared about him. She certainly didn’t care about him more than she cared about Cincere. And she for damn sure didn’t trust him. Truthfully, Kyra wasn’t even sure she really even liked Dominic that much.
The TV was all Kyra had for light as she sat alone in their apartment that night, waiting for Cincere to get home. One of the stations was airing re-runs of Martin, but she wasn’t really watching. The cleverest punchlines hadn’t drawn a single laugh from her. Her sense of regret seemed to build every hour he wasn’t there.

“Hey. . .” Her meek greeting matched the way she was feeling. The sound of Cincere’s keys had Kyra on high alert, but the moment he finally walked through the door was even more nerve-racking than the last. She had been trying to come up with what she going to say the entire time he was gone, and yet nothing sounded good enough. She felt so bad for the way she had been treating him. She could barely look him in the eye.

“Hey.” Cincere flicked the light switch as he walked by it on his way to the kitchen. “You’re going to hurt your eyes sitting in the dark like this,” he commented. Kyra was surprised to see him show even the smallest amount of concern for her well-being. That was the most he said to her all week.

It had been a tense couple of days since their big fight and Kyra was sure her disappearing act didn’t do much to help the situation. Cincere already had his suspicions about her cheating on him with Justin, but rather than confront her about them, he ignored her altogether. He was quite talented actually. Cincere could go hours, sometimes even days, without saying a word to her.

“I didn’t know you had to work today.” Kyra leaned against the doorframe, trying to feel him out, but Cincere wasn’t giving her much to go on. He carried on as though nothing was wrong, scrutinizing the contents of the fridge like he often did. He even started whistling a happy tune.

“Yeah well it sure beats sitting at home waiting on you.” The whistling stopped when he peered over the door at her. Even the slightest glance from him was scathing.

“Nice to see you finally decided to show up.” Cincere snatched a Vitamin Water off the shelf and walked away.

“Cincere, can we please talk about this?” Kyra followed him back to the living room. She was finally ready to make peace, but Cincere wasn’t so willing. He looked at her as if he already knew everything.

“I don’t know, Kyra. Are you sure you’re ready to hear what I have to say?” Cincere popped the top and took a sip. Kyra couldn’t say anything.

“I’ve been trying to call you all morning, but your phone was off. . .” Cincere left his comment open and waited for Kyra to fill him in. In all their years together, he never knew her to turn her phone off for any reason so he was curious as to why his calls kept going to straight to voicemail.

“Sorry. . . My phone died,” Kyra mumbled what sounded like the most basic excuse in the book. That part of her story was true – even if he didn’t believe it.

“You want to tell me where you were last night?” Cincere continued; his tone much more aggressive than before and his stare just as invasive.

“I wasn’t with Justin if that’s what you’re gettin’ at,” Kyra asserted, one hand on her hip.

“Then where the hell were you, Kyra? When I left this morning your ass still wasn’t back yet,” he noted.

“I was with Meeka,” Kyra said. “We went to go check out this new spot over on Provo. I forget what it’s called. . .” Kyra tried to explain her side of things, but she didn’t get very far before he interrupted her.

“So you mean to tell me you went to the club? And you didn’t even say anything?” Cincere looked like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Wow. I hope you had fun,” he snorted.

“Call and ask her if you don’t believe me!” Kyra gushed in desperation.

“Okay. That still doesn’t explain why you didn’t come home last night.” When Cincere began to press her for a real answer, Kyra took a deep breath to keep going. She had some serious explaining to do.

“While we were there I had a little too much to drink . . . I didn’t think it was safe for me to drive so I figured it was best if I stayed the night at her place,” Kyra lied knowing that Meeka would cover for her and then probably chew her out for it later. Kyra hated getting her involved in her drama, but she didn’t know what else to tell him. The truth wasn’t even an option at this point.

“So she doesn’t have a phone? I was worried about you when you didn’t come home.” Cincere glared at her from the far side of the room.

“Baby, I’m sorry . . . I wasn’t thinkin’. . .” Kyra rushed to be by his side, but Cincere kept his distance.

“Clearly!” he blew up at her without warning. “God, Kyra how can you be so fucking inconsiderate! You could have at least called me!” he yelled.

“Cincere, I said I’m sorry! What else do you want me to do?” Kyra could feel her composure withering away by the second. Her apology was genuine but it was as though everything she said was meaningless. Cincere seemed too mad to care.

“That’s the thing, Kyra! You’re not sorry! You knew you were wrong, yet you did it anyway!” When he came at her screaming, Kyra felt a wave of guilt wash over her. Cincere was right – in both instances.

“Look, Cincere I don’t care who’s right or wrong anymore, okay? I’m not here to point fingers. I’m not tryin’ to argue.” Kyra fought the quiver in her voice, but that didn’t stop the tears from forming.

“I don’t know what else you expect me to say, Kyra. It’s not like what I say holds any weight with you. Why even waste my time?” Cincere shrugged her off. However, Kyra refused to let it go.

“Is that what you think this is; a waste of time?” she asked.

“I’m just going off what you’re showing me. And right now, it sure seems that way,” he admitted.

“Cincere, you know that’s not true. . . I love you,” she whimpered.

“Do you?” Cincere shot her a sideways glance that caught Kyra by surprise. Now that she was sure of her feelings for him, it was Cincere who had his doubts.

“Of course I do. . .” Kyra used a gentle tone to speak to him, but it didn’t change the way he treated her.

“I don’t know about you, Kyra. You’ve been acting different ever since. . .” Cincere looked away without finishing his sentence.

“Ever since . . . what?” Kyra studied him with a furrowed brow. He was breathing heavily; a sure sign of his vexation.

“Nevermind,” Cincere let out a stress-filled sigh as he rubbed the back of his neck. He tried backing out of their argument, but it was too late. Kyra wouldn’t let him.

“Ever since what Cincere,” she marched up to him and was met by a cold stare.

“What do you care? You don’t care what I think. No matter what I say you’re still going to do what you want to do. Who am I to stop you?” he was gruff in his answer.

“But I do care about you, Cincere . . . That’s why I’m here. I’m tryin’ to make things right. . . I want to make this work,” Kyra continued to argue through her tears. Her emotions were raw where as it seemed Cincere shut his off completely.

“Cincere, you have to know I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. . .” Kyra was practically begging for his forgiveness, but Cincere didn’t look moved by her apology.

“Yeah, well you did.” The look Cincere gave her cut deep.

“I know, baby, and I’m sorry. . .” Cincere finally let his guard down long enough for Kyra to wrap her arms around him.

“Do you think you’ll ever be able to forgive me?” Kyra closed her eyes as she laid her head on his back. It was going to take her awhile to forgive herself so she could only imagine how long it might take him. It seemed like it took him forever just to answer her.

“I honestly don’t know, Kyra . . . I really don’t,” Cincere sighed heavily as he claimed his spot on the couch.

“Tell me how I can make it up to you.” Kyra sat next to him, her hand on his thigh in an attempt to regain his attention. Surely there was something she could do to regain his trust.

“Tell me what to do.” Kyra scooted close to him; her tone a sensual whisper. She then leaned in and kissed him; slowly, delicately.

But what started out as a kiss quickly escalated to something much more serious all in a matter of seconds. Cincere’s hands were all over her in his attempt to take control and dominate, but Kyra had him beat when she fell to her knees, working quickly to unzip his jeans. During the course of their conversation, it became clear to Kyra that if she wanted to make things better it was going to take a lot more than her simply saying she was sorry. If she was truly sorry then she was going to have to prove it.

“Damn, baby. . .” Cincere hissed when he felt her grip him with her lips. He lifted up off the cushions as he watched her take every inch of him in her mouth. Kyra was the only woman he ever dated who could make all eight inches disappear and make it look easy. Each time she went down until the tip touched the back of her throat.

Kyra let her hands explore the deep ridges in his chest as she continued to drive him crazy. Cincere had a firm grip on her curls as he assisted her in deep-throating, but he couldn’t keep his eyes open long enough to watch her. Just the sound of her choking and spitting on him, combined with the feeling of her big, soft lips was enough to have him breathing hard.

Kyra gauged his grunts as a sign she was doing it right. She could always tell when Cincere was about to cum by the way his legs stiffened and his toes curled, so she incorporated more tongue until he did. Cincere thought he was going to come again when she swallowed all of it.

“Now do you accept my apology?” Kyra finished up with a single kiss near his bellybutton. By the time she was done with him, Cincere could barely move.

“Apology accepted,” Cincere answered her with a smile that said he was satisfied. He still hadn’t opened his eyes yet.

“Listen, baby I know you had a long day. I’m sure you want to relax. . . Why don’t you let me run you a bath?” Kyra rubbed his chest as she lay on top of him. Cincere was a hard worker who deserved to be catered to, and that was exactly what Kyra was going to do. She knew the perfect way to show him how much he was loved and appreciated.

Kyra got up and headed to the bathroom first, where she took it upon herself to run his water for him. As they waited for the tub to fill up, Kyra took her time undressing him, making sure to remove each article carefully.

“There you go. . . How’s that?” Kyra helped him in and waited for him to get situated. The second she turned to leave, Cincere reached up and grabbed her hand.

“It’s great. . . Thanks, Babe,” Cincere gazed at her with love in his eyes. No matter how mad she made him, he couldn’t stay mad forever. He would always have a soft spot for her.

“You’re welcome baby.” Kyra gave a faint smile in return. It felt good knowing they didn’t have to go to bed mad at each other. Now that the tension had lifted, she could finally breathe again.

Kyra sat on the edge for a moment stroking the back of his head before getting up again. All of her worrying wore her out. She was ready to turn in, but the grip Cincere had on her hand said she wasn’t going anywhere.

“Uh-Uh! I know you don’t think you’re getting off that easy!”

“No! Cincere!” Kyra hollered when he pulled her in with him. Her clothes were soaked and there was no saving her hair.

“Mmm, hmm, I got you now!” He pulled her close and held her tight, joking all the while. Kyra wanted to be mad at him, but all she could do was laugh.

“Oh my God, Cincere I am goin’ to kill you!” She splashed him in the face, but that didn’t stop him from laughing. Cincere was cracking up.

The two of them continued to laugh in between lots and lots of kisses. Kyra got rid of her jeans in seconds, while Cincere volunteered to take off her shirt. They couldn’t get her clothes off fast enough.

Once Kyra was free, she helped guide him inside of her. Cincere had her positioned just how he wanted her, but being in the water, Kyra was so wet and warm he could hardly tell the difference.

“I love you, Kyra,” Cincere whispered in her ear as he picked her up and put her on the edge of the tub.

“I love you, too, baby,” Kyra gave him a kiss on the cheek for encouragement. She knew to hold on when he started going crazy in it.

“Promise me you’ll never leave me?” Cincere pressed his forehead against hers as he stared into her eyes. “Promise me we’ll always be together,” he breathed.

Kyra put her finger up to silence him before replacing it with her lips. One look in his eyes and all her guilt came rushing back. She had never seen Cincere so vulnerable or heard him sound so desperate for her affection. And while Kyra knew better than to make a promise she couldn’t keep, she could no longer deny him.

“I promise.”

Click here to read the first part of the Fast Life series.

UMG.

You’ve heard the name.

You’ve seen

But how much do you know about the man behind the camera?

Photographer Kory Woods

Since the creation of Update Media Group in October 2009, Kory Woods has set out to keep you updated on some of the hottest events to come to Michigan. He’s been there to capture everything from club nights and fashion shows to birthday parties and step competitions.

The initial purpose of UMG was to provide affordable photography services to college students, but has since expanded. Today, not only does UMG include videography, but social media branding as well. In the past three years, Kory has covered countless events where he has captured high-profile names such as the undefeated boxing legend Floyd Mayweather, actor Morris Chestnut, rappers Wiz Khalifa and Lupe Fiasco, internationally acclaimed R&B singer Estelle, NFL player Braylon Edwards, and many more.

Aside from the fact that he is the CEO and founder of his own entertainment/multimedia company, Kory is also a proud member of Kappa Alpha Psi Fraternity Inc, and is an initiate of its’ Spring 2008 membership class through the Delta Nu chapter at Eastern Michigan University.

In this edition of 16dreams, you’ll not only get a glimpse into what life was like for Kory at 16, but you’ll also find out more about the inspiration behind his photography and how UMG came to be.

16dreams: When did you turn 16?

Kory: I turned 16 in 2002.

16dreams: Where were you living at the time?

Kory: At age 16, I was in between homes. My mom stayed in Oak Park and my dad stayed on the west side of Detroit, 7mile.

16dreams: What was your favorite subject in high school? Does it relate to what you do for a living now?

Kory: My favorite subject in high school was anything related around English or reading. It does correlate with what I’m trying to do now because I would like to be known as a journalist down the line.

16dreams: In your opinion, what was the best part of being 16? What was the worst?

Kory: The best part of being 16 was that I had my parents taking care of everything. Being an adult is a lot! LOL Worst part about 16 was that my father was at times too selective over where I could go and what I wanted to do. Not the same case with my mom.

16dreams: How did you celebrate turning 16?

Kory: I can’t even remember what I did on my 16th birthday but I’m sure it involved food and football practice.

16dreams: Who or what inspired you to pick up a camera?

Kory: Kevin “Crush” Davis of Crush Media Group was my inspiration. I used to see him at all of the hottest clubs in MI and biggest events “crushing” the scene. So as I picked his brain, Kevin gave me the game. He grilled me on what I wanted to do, how to make myself better, and how I was gonna market myself. [He’s been a] huge help and inspiration. He’s like a big bro.

16dreams: Have you ever faced negative criticism for your decision to pursue your passion? How did you respond?

Kory: I received criticism off rip for trying to pursue event photography. Crush and PMC had Detroit’s event scene on lock at the time I started. I was in school at Eastern and felt we should have that kind of service up here, especially with all the parties thrown in Ypsilanti.

I was laughed at for being at every event with my camera until Terrance Cochran of TAYLOREMADE start putting me on his events. I responded to the criticism by keeping it going to the point where people had no choice but to love what I do. It got to a point where people were sometimes going out and getting dressed for an event, expecting me to be there so they can get new pics.

I just rose above the hate. Turbulence is only temporary.

16dreams: In your opinion, what has been your biggest accomplishment to date?

Kory: My biggest accomplishment business wise was shooting an event with the undefeated, pound for pound best boxer alive, Floyd Mayweather. He had an event in Detroit in winter 2011, and I was one of the hired photographers. I can’t even BEGIN to tell you how much that meant and the pictures I got of Floyd were great.

16dreams: What do you hope to achieve within the next year/ five years with UMG?

Kory: I honestly don’t know what I plan within the next coming years of UMG because I never thought I would’ve lasted 3 years still being booked, but here I am. I am just going to make sure I’m humble and try to keep it going.

16dreams: What advice would you give aspiring photographers?

Kory: Keep going. At first, you may not like your results. At times, I still don’t. I learned everything I did by trial and error. I chose to keep going and working to perfect my craft. Never let anyone tell you what you can’t be or accomplish in life. Silence them with your actions.

You might not be able to make every event, but you can make sure you stay “Updated” by following Kory on Instagram and Twitter @updatedceo or @updatemedia. Subscribe to UpdateMediaGroupLLC on YouTube for musical performances and behind the scenes footage you won’t see anywhere else! View featured galleries and most recent photos on his website http://updatemedia.smugmug.com including Love and Hip Hop NY star Erica Mena’s recent visit to Michigan’s newest Friday-night venue, Enclave!

UMG.

You’ve heard the name.

You’ve seen

But how much do you know about the man behind the camera?

Photographer Kory Woods

Since the creation of Update Media Group in October 2009, Kory Woods has set out to keep you updated on some of the hottest events to come to Michigan. He’s been there to capture everything from club nights and fashion shows to birthday parties and step competitions.

The initial purpose of UMG was to provide affordable photography services to college students, but has since expanded. Today, not only does UMG include videography, but social media branding as well. In the past three years, Kory has covered countless events where he has captured high-profile names such as the undefeated boxing legend Floyd Mayweather, actor Morris Chestnut, rappers Wiz Khalifa and Lupe Fiasco, internationally acclaimed R&B singer Estelle, NFL player Braylon Edwards, and many more.

Aside from the fact that he is the CEO and founder of his own entertainment/multimedia company, Kory is also a proud member of Kappa Alpha Psi Fraternity Inc, and is an initiate of its’ Spring 2008 membership class through the Delta Nu chapter at Eastern Michigan University.

In this edition of 16dreams, you’ll not only get a glimpse into what life was like for Kory at 16, but you’ll also find out more about the inspiration behind his photography and how UMG came to be.

16dreams: When did you turn 16?

Kory: I turned 16 in 2002.

16dreams: Where were you living at the time?

Kory: At age 16, I was in between homes. My mom stayed in Oak Park and my dad stayed on the west side of Detroit, 7mile.

16dreams: What was your favorite subject in high school? Does it relate to what you do for a living now?

Kory: My favorite subject in high school was anything related around English or reading. It does correlate with what I’m trying to do now because I would like to be known as a journalist down the line.

16dreams: In your opinion, what was the best part of being 16? What was the worst?

Kory: The best part of being 16 was that I had my parents taking care of everything. Being an adult is a lot! LOL Worst part about 16 was that my father was at times too selective over where I could go and what I wanted to do. Not the same case with my mom.

16dreams: How did you celebrate turning 16?

Kory: I can’t even remember what I did on my 16th birthday but I’m sure it involved food and football practice.

16dreams: Who or what inspired you to pick up a camera?

Kory: Kevin “Crush” Davis of Crush Media Group was my inspiration. I used to see him at all of the hottest clubs in MI and biggest events “crushing” the scene. So as I picked his brain, Kevin gave me the game. He grilled me on what I wanted to do, how to make myself better, and how I was gonna market myself. [He’s been a] huge help and inspiration. He’s like a big bro.

16dreams: Have you ever faced negative criticism for your decision to pursue your passion? How did you respond?

Kory: I received criticism off rip for trying to pursue event photography. Crush and PMC had Detroit’s event scene on lock at the time I started. I was in school at Eastern and felt we should have that kind of service up here, especially with all the parties thrown in Ypsilanti.

I was laughed at for being at every event with my camera until Terrance Cochran of TAYLOREMADE start putting me on his events. I responded to the criticism by keeping it going to the point where people had no choice but to love what I do. It got to a point where people were sometimes going out and getting dressed for an event, expecting me to be there so they can get new pics.

I just rose above the hate. Turbulence is only temporary.

16dreams: In your opinion, what has been your biggest accomplishment to date?

Kory: My biggest accomplishment business wise was shooting an event with the undefeated, pound for pound best boxer alive, Floyd Mayweather. He had an event in Detroit in winter 2011, and I was one of the hired photographers. I can’t even BEGIN to tell you how much that meant and the pictures I got of Floyd were great.

16dreams: What do you hope to achieve within the next year/ five years with UMG?

Kory: I honestly don’t know what I plan within the next coming years of UMG because I never thought I would’ve lasted 3 years still being booked, but here I am. I am just going to make sure I’m humble and try to keep it going.

16dreams: What advice would you give aspiring photographers?

Kory: Keep going. At first, you may not like your results. At times, I still don’t. I learned everything I did by trial and error. I chose to keep going and working to perfect my craft. Never let anyone tell you what you can’t be or accomplish in life. Silence them with your actions.

You might not be able to make every event, but you can make sure you stay “Updated” by following Kory on Instagram and Twitter @updatedceo or @updatemedia. Subscribe to UpdateMediaGroupLLC on YouTube for musical performances and behind the scenes footage you won’t see anywhere else! View featured galleries and most recent photos on his website http://updatemedia.smugmug.com including Love and Hip Hop NY star Erica Mena’s recent visit to Michigan’s newest Friday-night venue, Enclave!

CHAPTER 7

With just a few minutes left until the club let out, Rico and Meeka followed them to beat the crowd. As the four of them were walking out, Meeka didn’t say another word to Kyra about Dominic, and they left it at that. She didn’t look too happy with her decision to go home with him, but that was okay with Kyra because she didn’t have to be. It wasn’t her decision to make.

“Here; you drive.” Dominic tossed Kyra the keys to his Porsche Panamere once they got to the parking lot. Kyra stopped dead in her tracks the second she caught them. Meanwhile, Meeka hopped in one of the cabs waiting curbside as Rico retrieved his car keys from the valet.

“Kyra, hurry up! Let’s go!” Meeka called out to her from the backseat as though it were urgent, but now that Dominic finally had her in his arms, he wasn’t about to let her go. He hugged her tight as he buried his face in her neck, and Kyra waved Meeka off with a promise to call her tomorrow.

“Who said I was drivin’?” Kyra tried handing the keys back to him, but Dominic wouldn’t take them.

“You are now,” he said. Dominic got in the passenger seat and fastened his seatbelt, leaving Kyra no choice but to get in.

“Now let’s go. Where I’m taking you isn’t far from here.” Dominic pointed at the road ahead and Kyra shifted into Drive. One look at him sitting next to her and something told Kyra her night was far from over. One look in his eyes and Kyra got the feeling her night was just beginning.

“Pull up right over there,” Dominic directed Kyra to an open parking space. After driving for miles, the two of them finally reached their destination: Treasure Bay Marina. Located on the Southside of the island, it seemed like it took them forever to get there, but the change in scenery was well worth the drive.

One of the first things Kyra noticed when she got out the car was how peaceful it was. Other than the stars and the moon the sky was remarkably clear. The salty smell of the ocean was especially strong here. Rows of sailboats and million-dollar Mega-Yachts bobbed on the surface of the bay as their flags snapped in the wind. It was quiet on the docks other than the sound of water gently lapping against them.

Kyra followed Dominic down the pier until they reached a boat with the word ORION painted on the hull. Dominic climbed on board first, but when he signaled her to follow, she balked. Suddenly, Kyra didn’t feel so adventurous.

“It’s okay. We’re not going out on the water tonight.” It didn’t take long for Dominic to pick up on her hesitation. He extended his hand to help her aboard, hoping she trusted him enough to take it, and she did.

Kyra ran her hands over the soft leather seats while walking to the bow and back. She took her time examining the other features such as Balinese Dream Beds and a twelve-person whirlpool on the top deck while Dominic kept himself busy at the ship’s main point of entry. He pecked at seven digits on the keypad before finally pressing the Enter key.

“After you,” Dominic gestured her inside as soon as the light turned green.

Kyra walked right on in, but Dominic’s eyes followed her before he did. He licked his lips as he looked her over from head to toe and back up again. The sight of her supple skin through the holes in the fabric only helped fuel his fantasy. Dominic grinned, just thinking about having her to himself for the evening.

Once inside, Kyra tried not to gawk at the posh quarters. She knew what it meant to be “hood rich” but she had never seen wealth of this magnitude up close before. Everywhere she turned she was met by marble and gold. She discovered a second, smaller Jacuzzi when she first walked in, along with a poker table and a fully stocked, premium bar. The TV was the size of a movie theatre screen.

But out of all those nice things, a built-in aquarium captured her interest. Kyra tapped on the glass and a school of colorful fish broke in every direction, stirring pebbles from the bottom of the tank. They hid amongst the big, bright pieces coral, but Kyra continued to terrorize them for her own amusement.

“You like?” Dominic rested his chin on her shoulder as his hands roamed around her waist and across her stomach. Kyra closed her eyes and let her body relax as he continued to explore her.

“How romantic.” She spun around to face him.

“Wait until you see the master suite,” he hinted. His eyes were much lower than before and the tone he used triggered a tingling sensation between her legs.

“Why don’t we go take a look right now?” Kyra let a single strap fall off her shoulder as she sashayed down the hallway with a come-hither look that commanded he follow.

And Dominic wouldn’t dare disobey. Kyra stood back as she watched him take off his watch and the rest of his jewelry. Dominic took his time, setting each piece down carefully on the dresser before he finally set his sights on her. As Kyra watched him walk over to her, the anticipation of what was about to happen next had her breathing heavy. 

Kyra wasn’t prepared when Dominic robbed her of a kiss, but instead of stopping him, she indulged in the softness of his lips and the feel of his hands on her breasts. Much like Dominic, his kisses were irresistible, so when he went to lay her down she didn’t try to fight him.   

The fact that Dominic was so much bigger than her had Kyra trembling the second he climbed on top. She did her best to keep quiet as he titillated her breasts with his tongue, but she couldn’t keep from screaming. Dominic kept licking her nipples slowly, creating the most incredible sensations. His lips felt like silk against her skin.

“Dominic. . .” A deep shiver rocked her body when he disappeared under the covers. Kyra didn’t know what to think when he took her panties off with his teeth.

Dominic didn’t waste any time burying his head between her legs and he did so in a way that let her know he was eager to please her. Dominic was the kind of lover who was more attentive to her needs than his own which is why he made sure to blow on her clit before he kissed it. Feeling her legs tightening around his neck gave him the motivation to lick her into submission. Dominic could tell Kyra was about to lose it by the sounds she was making, but he continued to push her, doing tricks with his tongue only a professional would know.

As Dominic continued feasting on her juices as though she were his last meal, Kyra closed her eyes, and let herself to enjoy it. The pleasure he brought her couldn’t be measured in words which would explain why she couldn’t speak. All she could do was moan. Dominic had her clutching blankets, sheets, pillows; anything she could get her hands on. The few times he glanced up at her he caught her pulling her own hair.

As Dominic slid two fingers inside her, Kyra tried to block out all the negative thoughts she had prior to meeting him, and focus on how good he had her feeling. She wasn’t thinking about Justin walking down the aisle or the fact that Cincere had every right to leave her for what she was doing. None of that seemed to matter anymore.             Kyra was in heaven. And if this wasn’t heaven, then Dominic had convinced her she was pretty damn close. For Kyra, Dominic was a welcome distraction and a much needed ego boost. She wanted to feel wanted again, and Dominic did that for her. With Dominic, Kyra was finally able to let go and get lost in the moment . . . even if she knew it wasn’t going to last.

CHAPTER 6

That night, Meeka introduced Kyra to a hopping new night spot on the island of Providenciales called Bongos. Kyra had never heard of it, but apparently, she was the only one. It had only been open a couple months, but Bongos was gaining quite the reputation as the place to be and be seen for locals and tourists alike. A nightclub and restaurant all-in-one, Bongos was known for hitting capacity well before midnight.

If the crowd was this hype on a weeknight, Kyra could only imagine what it must be like on the weekend. It was a Thursday, and Bongos was full of beautiful women and horny men on the prowl. Kyra and Meeka could barely take two steps without someone grabbing at them or trying to get their attention. Heads turned wherever they went.

Meeka kept her outfit simple with a pair of turquoise short-shorts, a white, low-cut top, and some nude wedges. With a flawless face like hers, she was killing the competition.

Naturally, Kyra stunned in her red dress. The tight little number accentuated her curves and the crocheted material covered only what was necessary, leaving her sides exposed. The dress she picked out for tonight was so sexy, just stepping out of the house was likely to cause an accident.

After squeezing their way through to the lounge area, the girls were lucky enough to snag a table just as it was opening up. Kyra and Meeka settled into their cozy spot by the bar, more than ready to unwind and let loose. It seemed whenever the two of them got together the laughs kept coming – and so did the drinks.

“You gotta do one more,” Meeka cheered Kyra on by beating on the table. She refilled their shot glasses until they overflowed before giving one to Kyra.

“I don’t think I can do another one!” Kyra refused to drink it, but when she tried to push the glass away Meeka pushed it right back toward her.

“Oh, come on! Yes you can!” Meeka pouted in disappointment.

“No! I can’t!” Kyra waved her hand as though it were a white flag. One more shot could easily take her from being tipsy to flat-out drunk.

“Kyra I know you’re not chickening out on me! Don’t you waste this good liquor girl! We still have some left!” Meeka picked up the bottle and shook the little bit of gold liquid left inside. They were half way through a fifth of 1800.

“Uh-Uh! No more shots for me!” Kyra slid her chair back from the table.

“Oh give it here!” Meeka snatched back the shot, held it up, and tossed it back like it was nothing. She then slammed the empty glass on the table to announce that she was finished.

“Ah-ha, that’s what you get!” Kyra pointed and laughed at Meeka for the twisted face she made afterwards. Meeka tried to act all tough about it at first, but she was so quick to grab a chaser, Kyra laughed until it hurt.

Meeka wiped the edges of her mouth when she was done, but she was still coughing and patting her chest, as if that could somehow alleviate the burning sensation inside. Kyra could almost feel the burn as it traveled down Meeka’s throat and into her stomach.

“Oh my God, that was so funny! I should’ve took a picture!” Kyra struggled to breathe. Minutes passed, and the two of them were still laughing. Her reaction was priceless.

“Oh my God, no,” Meeka gasped, mortified by the idea. She was quick to turn her head and block her face just in case Kyra tried to be sneaky.

“It’s cool. I ain’t even gonna do you like that,” Kyra’s laughter ended in a sigh.    

For the first time that night, Kyra stopped what she was doing and took a moment to appreciate her surroundings; the thump of the music, the fast-paced dancing, and the smell of fried food wafting through the air. The room was lit by thousands of red light bulbs dangling from the ceiling, which gave the club a more exclusive, underground feel. Reggae and Hip-Hop meshed well together and the dancefloor stayed packed since they got there. That was hours ago. The DJ hadn’t let her down yet.

“Man! I can’t even remember the last time I had this much fun! Meeka thank you so much for bringin’ me out tonight. I really needed this,” Kyra’s admission came with a smile. She meant every word.

But before Meeka could reply, one of the shot girls stopped by with a bottle of Rosé.

“Hi, ladies, good evening and welcome to Bongos!” she greeted them with a great big smile while Kyra and Meeka exchanged confused looks from across the table.

“Oh, wait. There must be a mistake. We didn’t order this,” Kyra spoke up first. She popped the cork anyway.

“No worries. This bottle is free of charge. A gift from the gentleman in VIP.” Suds went flying everywhere upon her announcement. She quickly poured them each a glass of Champagne and left before Kyra could ask her any more questions about who sent it and why.

The mystery deepened when she discovered there was a note attached. Inside were the words Meet me in VIP scrawled in black ink however her secret admirer failed to sign his name.

“What’s it say?” Meeka leaned over the table trying to be nosey. Kyra crumbled up the note to throw it away.

“Nothing important,” Kyra wrote it off as nothing at first, but she continued to search the VIP section for its sender. She went table to table before finally settling on a man in black. He hadn’t said one word to her, and yet he managed to make his presence known.

Once he had her attention, Kyra found it almost impossible to look away. Kyra didn’t understand why she was so drawn to him, but whoever he was he had her heart beating fast.

There had to be hundreds of men in the club that night, but unlike them, this one conducted himself like a boss. Kyra admired the fact that he seemed so calm and relaxed in such a hectic atmosphere, as if he didn’t have a care in the world. He sat back, watching the scene unfold from the shadows, while puffing on a fat cigar. Smoking wasn’t even allowed in the club, yet security didn’t seem bothered by it. No one said a word to him.

“Hey, this stuff is pretty good!” Meeka smacked her lips for taste. She picked up the bottle to read the label before setting it back in the ice bucket.         

“Don’t look. But I think it was that guy. Over there,” Kyra nodded in his direction. She could still feel him watching her every move from behind his sunglasses, but that didn’t make her feel anymore compelled to speak. If he had something to say he was going to have to come to her.

“Who: him?” Meeka twisted around in her seat to see who Kyra was talking about.

“I said don’t look!” Kyra shook her head at Meeka for being so obvious.

“You think we should go say thank you?” Meeka turned to Kyra, who sucked her teeth at the notion. She didn’t come out looking to meet somebody new, and she was in no mood to be harassed and followed around for the rest of the night by some creep.

“Hell no. Fuck him! As soon as you accept a drink they think you owe ’em somethin’,” she explained.

“Excuse me? Hello? Can I get some service over here?” Kyra raised her hand and called out for help, but between all the noise and the fact that everyone was so busy, none of the servers even noticed.

“Kyra, what are you doing?” Meeka jumped up and grabbed her left arm. Kyra raised her right hand instead.

“I’m sendin’ it back,” she said; her tone sharp, and unwavering.

“If you don’t sit your ass down!” Meeka scolded her for being stubborn, but it didn’t make much of a difference.  “Why you gotta be so mean?” she mumbled.

“I am not bein’ mean,” Kyra seemed shocked by the accusation. “How one minute you gonna tell me I need to do right by Cincere, and the next minute you’re tryin’ to get me to talk to some random guy?” she argued.

“I’m just saying. He was nice enough to send us a bottle. It wouldn’t hurt to say thank you!” Meeka argued back.

“Whateva you can go over there. I’m staying my ass right here,” Kyra continued, acting all prissy.

“Well, if you don’t want it you can at least give it to me.” Meeka gave her a friendly little nudge and Kyra shot her a look that said she was getting annoyed.

“You don’t need anythin’ else to drink, Meeka,” Kyra cautioned. She had been having a perfectly good time so far and would hate to have it ruined by having to clean up her friend’s throw up at the end of the night.

“Come with me!” Meeka whined. “I thought we came out to have fun!” She nudged Kyra again, harder this time.

“I’m not goin’ over there!” Kyra shoved Meeka back, resulting in an all-out shoving match.

“Shh, be quiet! He’s coming! He’s coming!” Meeka panicked when she noticed the guy they were talking about making his way over. It didn’t take long before he ran out of patience and decided to approach them. This time, he took it upon himself to deliver a second bottle personally.

“Sup Ma?” Kyra’s first impression of him was that he had a slick smile and a voice so deep she could barely understand him. If she had to guess she would say he was at least six feet tall, maybe a little taller, with a head full of teeny tiny black curls, and caramel-brown skin. The way his clothes laid on his frame, Kyra could tell he was in excellent shape. Upon closer inspection, she also noticed several tattoos covering his neck and his forearms.

“My name is Kyra,” Kyra made sure to roll her eyes when she corrected him. Although she was attracted to him physically, she came back at him with all the stank-attitude she could muster in hopes he would back off and leave her alone. Instead, he removed his sunglasses to reveal a gorgeous set of brown eyes and a face worthy of an ad campaign.

“My bad, I didn’t mean to offend you, Kyra. It was rude of me to not come introduce myself first. My name is Dominic. Nice to meet your acquaintance,” Dominic extended his hand, along with his friendship, but Kyra wasn’t so quick to accept either one. When he didn’t get the response he was looking for, Dominic redirected his attention to Meeka.

“And your name Sweetheart?”

“Meeka,” she answered him with a girly grin.  

“Are you ladies having a good time?” He rested his hand on the back of her chair as he leaned forward to look at her.

“What do you want, Dominic?” Not one for games, Kyra cut straight to the point. Her stare was hard and intimidating, however, Dominic seemed unfazed by her actions. Little did Kyra know the fact that she was giving him such a hard time made him like her even more. Very few women had the ability to make Dominic nervous, but a woman like Kyra shook his confidence a bit – and all she had to do was look at him.

“Well, the real reason I came over here was ’cause I noticed you and ya homegirl was sitting by yourselves and I figured you ladies are too pretty not to be in VIP. I’d love for you to join me in my booth. Me and my partna could really use your company.” Dominic glanced at the reserved area and back at the girls, almost certain they would jump at the upgrade, but Kyra appeared quite content where she was. In fact, she almost enjoyed seeing the look on his face when she turned him down.

“No thank you,” she chirped; a rather satisfied smile on her face. Dominic’s delayed reaction told her he wasn’t used to rejection. The word no was like a foreign language to him.

“Meeka, tell your friend to stop trippin’,” he commented.

“Yeah, Kyra, stop trippin’!” Meeka chimed in, but Kyra was persistent.

“I’m good. Thanks anyway,” she said.

“A’ight Yo that’s cool. I still had to let you know I think you mad pretty, Ma. You the baddest chick in here tonight, hands down,” Dominic added. Kyra thought it was cute that even though she turned him down he still managed to slip in a compliment. Most guys would’ve been ready to flip on her. 

 “And you know this!” She snapped her fingers like a diva, giving Dominic a proper dose of attitude to validate his claim.

“And feisty too,” he smiled.           

“You know you like it,” Kyra flirted.

“Yeah. . . You’re right. Maybe I do.” Dominic stared at her for a moment with a strong desire in his eyes, and Kyra almost felt powerless against his wishes.

“Whateva,” Kyra laughed off Dominic’s advances in an effort to defuse them, but that didn’t stop them from coming. When Dominic wanted something he was relentless.

“So you sure you don’t want to come join us? We got more liquor at the booth. Whatever you want. . . ” Dominic lingered by their table for a moment, hoping he might be able to persuade her, but Kyra stood firm in her answer.

“Yes, I’m sure,” she nodded.

“A’ight, Yo, I’mma let y’all have y’all fun. Nice meeting you, Kyra. Meeka. You be smooth.” Dominic turned to leave, but something told Kyra she couldn’t let him walk away.

“I like your accent. . . Where are you from?” Dominic didn’t get far before she reeled him back in with a question.

“Brooklyn,” he represented for his borough proudly.

“Okay, Dominic, from Brooklyn. What do you do?”  Kyra continued to question him with one eyebrow raised. Dominic flicked the ashes from his cigar on the ground before taking another toke of some of the finest tobacco the West Indies had to offer. Kyra watched as he then took another drag, blew a cloud, and sucked it back in before speaking.

“I’m a boxer,” he said. The smoke in the back of his throat altered the sound of his voice.

“Okay! Don’t get it twisted! Everybody knows the real G’s come from the Chi!”   Kyra was trying to play it cool, but so far she liked what she was hearing. She figured if Dominic really was a boxer like he said he was he must’ve been a really good one. He had a certain air about him, and judging by the shiny Frank Mueller on his wrist, he was a heavyweight in and out the ring. 

Kyra knew from the second she met Dominic that flirting with him could be dangerous which was what made it so much fun. She could tell he was bad boy just by looking at him. During their conversation, she picked up on a certain swagger they didn’t have back home in Chicago. His confidence bordered cockiness, and she was starting to like it.  

“Yo, Ma, how old is you?” Dominic chuckled.

“Old enough,” Kyra sassed him as she worked her neck.

“Aw, alright, I’ll let you think you runnin’ things for now. But that’s just ’cause I think it’s cute,” Dominic flashed another smile that made Kyra want to melt.

“Better act like you know,” she pressed her lips together at the end of her sentence in an attempt not to smile. Kyra was trying hard not to show that Dominic was having an effect on her when really he was tearing down her defenses one by one. Kyra didn’t know what it was. There was just something about Dominic.

“Yeah, okay. Like I said. . . For now,” Dominic blew more smoke out the corner of his mouth before putting the cigar out.

“So, what’s the deal, Yo; y’all coming or what?” Dominic posed the question one last time, his tone much more pressing than before.

“Um. . . Who you think you talkin’ to like that? You don’t know me so please don’t act like you do,” Kyra was quick to check him, but instead of getting mad or feeling discouraged by her reaction, Dominic waved the girls onward.

“Well don’t you think it’s time we change that? Come on.” He started toward the booth, but Kyra didn’t follow right away. She looked to Meeka for advice on what she should do, but all Meeka offered was a shrug. Kyra was slow to get up and lead the way as the two of them ventured to the other side of the room where Dominic’s friend was waiting to be introduced.

“Kyra, this is my mans, Rico. Rico, this is Kyra,” Dominic pointed out a dark-skinned gentleman with big brown eyes and thick dreads that ran down his back. Kyra immediately pegged him as a high roller as well based on the designers he was wearing and the gold Champagne bottle in his hand.

“And this is my girl, Meeka,” Kyra piped up on behalf of her friend.

“Hey,” Meeka smiled and waved at Rico, who simply nodded in return. Rico was the quiet type who thought he was too cool to smile, but the way he kept staring at Meeka, she didn’t have to question if he was attracted to her.

“Why you acting all shy? Don’t be scared. Come sit down,” Rico patted his lap, but Meeka made herself comfortable in the chair next to him. Meanwhile Dominic and Kyra opted for the couch.

“Alright, so now that we’re here go ahead; ask me anything you want to know,” Dominic picked up where they left off, eager to hear what she had to say next.

“Okay. What brought you to Provo for starters?” was the first question Kyra thought to ask.

“My little sister is getting married.” The look on Dominic’s face said it all. Kyra could tell he wasn’t looking forward to going, and she didn’t blame him. Ever since she found out Justin was getting married, it seemed like everyone was getting married – everyone except her. Just the sound of the dreaded M-word was enough to make Kyra want to gag, and apparently, Dominic felt the same way.

“Next question. . . ” Dominic reached for his drink, but unlike the girls, he took a swig straight out the bottle.

“How long are you in town?” Kyra was quick to change the subject.

“Not long. Just a few more weeks and then I start training for my next fight,” he informed.

“And what does your girlfriend think about you boxing?” Kyra fished for more information about him, although she already assumed he probably had several women.  

“If I had a girl what makes you think I would be over here talking to you?” he countered.

“I don’t know,” she giggled.

“And how about you, Miss Kyra, you’re way too fine to be single. I know somebody done wifed you up by now.” Dominic didn’t even attempt to hide the fact he was checking her out and he liked what he saw.

“Maybe. . . Maybe not. . .” Kyra cocked her head to the side. She couldn’t stop smiling even if she wanted to. For some reason, Dominic seemed to have that effect on her.

“Damn. So it really is true. All the good ones are taken,” Dominic smiled to mask his disappointment. Really, he wasn’t worried either way. The fact that Kyra already had a boyfriend made him even more determined to steal her from him. Dominic already decided Kyra was going to be his. She just didn’t know it yet.

“That’s what they say.  . .” Kyra laughed nervously under his stare. She felt kind of bad for lying to Dominic, but then she reminded herself that technically, she wasn’t lying. Kyra didn’t know where things stood with her and Cincere, and with everything going on in her life, she didn’t want to be alone tonight.

“That’s really too bad you know,” Dominic let out an exaggerated sigh as he scooted away from her.

“And why is that?” Kyra curved her mouth to the side.

“’Cause I’ve been told I’m a pretty good dancer. I would show you, but I wouldn’t want your boyfriend getting mad and trying to beat me up,” he cracked.

Kyra laughed out loud. That was a joke considering he had to be twice the size of Cincere.

“I don’t know. . .” Kyra debated whether or not to brave the dancefloor with Dominic. She hadn’t danced with anyone in quite some time and worried she might look stupid compared to the other girls.

“Come! Dance with me!” Dominic latched onto her arm and started to pull.

“No! Wait!” Kyra planted her feet, but she was no match for him. Dominic kept begging, until finally, he had to yank her out her seat and drag her to the middle.

“That’s right! Get up!” he urged her along.

 “Okay, but just one song!”

Once out on the dancefloor, the music made it hard for them to hear, but Dominic and Kyra didn’t need an excuse to get close. As they moved with the music, the sexual tension between them thickened until they could no longer ignore it. So many different scenarios clouded Kyra’s mind as she pushed up against Dominic. She felt guilty just for thinking of some of the freaky things she wanted to do to him.

Kyra told herself she wouldn’t give in to temptation, but her feelings for Dominic were coming on strong. She was feeling Dominic, and even though Kyra knew she was wrong, she almost didn’t care. Everything about him turned her on, from his thick biceps to his mysterious brown eyes and lustrous black hair. He had a well-defined jaw-line and a nice set of juicy lips she really wanted to kiss. One look at Dominic, and Kyra didn’t even have to question if the sex was good. She was sure of it.

“So what’s it gonna be, Shorty; you gone come kick it with me tonight?” Dominic gripped her waist tighter as Kyra proceeded to dance. She never did give him an answer.

“Move it faster,” Dominic’s orders came in the form of a whisper, and Kyra didn’t hesitate to fulfill his request. When Future’s “Turn on the Lights” came on she made sure to put in work. Kyra bit her bottom lip as she continued to wind her hips, which only did more to excite him. One look in his eyes and she knew he was ready.

The room temperature kept rising until the mirrors started to fog and Kyra could feel her body temperature doing the same. She tried fanning herself for relief, but in that heat, it did nothing to help. It was almost too hot to breathe.

“Hey, I need to go cool down for a second!” Kyra took off for the door before Dominic even had a chance to react. She ran outside to join the rest of the patrons that spilled out onto the patio in an attempt to catch her breath and clear her mind, but of course her new friend Dominic wasn’t far behind.

“Hey, where are you going?” He asked, clearly out of breath.

“Sorry, but it is so hot in there!” Kyra sucked in all the air she could. Even once outside, she was still fanning herself.

“You want something else to drink; some water or something?” Dominic pulled out all hundreds when he made his offer in an effort to impress her, but it didn’t work.

“No. That’s okay. . . Where’s Meeka? I’m ready to go home.” Kyra was on her way back inside when Dominic stopped her.

“But you can’t go yet. It’s only one-thirty. The club don’t close for at least another half hour,” he mentioned it casually, but the look in his eyes said he would be sad if she left.

“I know, but I’m tired. . . Plus, it’s late,” Kyra put her hand over her mouth to cover her yawn. For someone who used to live to stunt, she couldn’t hang like she used to.

 “So that don’t mean we have to say goodbye, Shorty. What you got up after this?” Dominic lowered his voice to a seductive whisper. A single kiss on the nape of her neck had Kyra’s mind clouded and her whole body tingling.

“Dominic, I can’t. . .” Kyra shied away from him.

“Why can’t you?” he asked, his gaze intent.

“Because, Dominic. . . I already told you. I have a boyfriend,” Kyra made sure to remind him, but Dominic wasn’t easily scared off.

“Actually, you said ‘maybe’ which tells me even if you do, it can’t be that deep.” Dominic took another step toward her, turning up the pressure. Kyra couldn’t believe he would go so far as to use her own words against her. 

“Well I do and I don’t need you tryin’ to mess it up,” she shot back at him with a nasty look, but underneath her hard exterior, her will power was dwindling. A part of her wanted to see what it would be like to spend the night with him.

“Okay. So you have a boyfriend. Clearly, he ain’t hitting it right.” Dominic leaned against the wooden railing, his demeanor calm as could be.   

 “Dominic!” Kyra burst out laughing.

“Am I right or am I right?” he asked the question, confident he knew the answer.

“You are out of control right now!” Kyra laughed some more.

 “Look, Kyra, I don’t want you to think I’m trying to ruin your relationship ’cause that’s not what I’m trying to do,” Dominic went on.

 “Oh. Is that right?” Kyra didn’t try to hide her skepticism. She didn’t believe him for a second.

“Yeah, you know, given the fact we just met, I think it’s important that you know I would never ask you to cheat on your boyfriend. . . I’m simply asking you not to cheat yourself out of the experience. That’s all.” Dominic stared deep into her eyes as he played with her curls. They were standing so close to each other, Kyra could feel his heartbeat, almost as though it were in sync with her own.

“I don’t know, Dominic. . . What if he finds out?” Kyra took a deep breath. While her heart and mind were still deliberating on whether or not she should give him a chance, the effects of the liquor were beginning to set in, and once that happened, there was no telling what she would do.  

“It’s not like I’m going to tell him. . .” he chuckled. 

“Yeah, but. . .”

“I don’t even see why you’re so worried about him. Your boyfriend isn’t here right now. I am,” he contested.

“I don’t know about this Dominic. . .” Kyra released her stress in the form of a sigh. She came out tonight looking for an escape, and right now, Dominic was looking like the next best thing.

“Don’t worry. I promise I’m worth it,” Dominic stunned Kyra with that mega watt smile of his, and once again, Kyra was blinded by his charm.

“Okay. . .” After a few minutes of fighting with her conscience, Kyra finally agreed. Dominic took her by the hand as the two of them went back inside to find their friends and tell them they were leaving.  

“Hey! Where were you? We’ve been looking all over for you guys!” Meeka pulled Kyra into a hug the second she showed up.

Unlike, Kyra, Meeka wasn’t very hard to find. Meeka and Rico hadn’t left the booth all night which might explain why the two of them looked so bored. When Kyra and Dominic left they looked like they were engaged in an interesting conversation, but by the time they got back, they were barely speaking.

“Sorry, I stepped out for a minute . . . Everythin’ straight?”

“Ugh, girl, I’m starting to get a headache. You almost ready to get out of here?” Meeka sounded anxious and the look on the face said she was more than ready to go.

“Yeah, me and Dominic were just about to leave. . .” Kyra glanced over at Dominic to see him and Rico talking in hushed tones. Dominic made her blush when he winked at her.   

“Wait . . . I know you’re not about to go home with this dude . . . Are you?” Meeka looked at her in disbelief.

“Yeah, I’m thinkin’ about it. Why?” Kyra challenged.  

“Kyra you barely even know him! What if he’s crazy? He could be a serial killer for all you know!” Meeka was desperate in her plea, but Kyra didn’t take her seriously.          

“I’m pretty sure he’s not a serial killer, Meeka,” Kyra laughed it off. Still, Meeka didn’t sound too convinced. 

“Hey, I’m just saying. You never know. . .” she added.

“Whateva, Meeka. You need to chill. Seriously.” Kyra sucked her teeth at how she was acting. She even rolled her eyes.           

“Come on, Kyra. You know I can’t just let you leave with him. We come together. We leave together. Those are the rules,” Meeka cited girl code in her defense, but Kyra remained defiant. She blocked out everything Meeka was saying so that she could zoom in on Dominic as well as what he was wearing. He looked good dressed in Louie V down to his feet, and she couldn’t wait to see what he was working with underneath.

“What rules?” Kyra scoffed at the idea of someone telling her what to do. She had never been the type to play by the rules so she didn’t know why Meeka thought she was about to start now.  In her world, rules were meant to be broken. And when it came to Dominic, she planned on breaking every. single. one.

It’s been announced!

You’ve seen the flyers and the billboards around the city.

If you listen closely you can hear the footsteps getting louder. . .

Walk 7 is coming!

Hailed as the Midwest’s largest fashion event, WALK is easily the biggest fashion event to hit the city, if not the state. Having originated in Detroit, Michigan in 2009, Daishawn “Jelly” Franklin along with his business partner and co-producer, Crystal Bailey, have hosted over 6 editions of the show at lavish venues such as the historic The Detroit Opera House, The Charles H. Wright Museum of African American History, and the Detroit Rooster Tail. Several notable celebrities such as Dominique Reighard, Naima Mora, and Bianca Golden of America’s Next Top Model have all hosted this event in the past, with over 2,000 fashion-forward individuals coming out to see some of the hottest fashion the D has to offer.

In reading Jelly’s interview, not only will you get to find out what he considered fashionable when he was 16, but you will learn what has driven him to produce successful VIP events and concerts around metro Detroit area for the past 9 years.

16 Dreams: What year did you turn 16?

Jelly: I turned 16 in 1991.

16 Dreams: What high school did you go to?

Jelly: I attended Southfield High School

16 Dreams: When you were 16 did you have any nicknames? Do people still call you that now?

Jelly: At 16 I was called Jelly and still to this day I am still called Jelly as grown man LOL

16 Dreams: What do you miss most about being 16?

Jelly: At 16 things were much more care free I was a kid I didn’t have a job, nor did I need one. My concerns were school and sports. I miss not having to worry about nothing but school and sports.

16 Dreams: What was considered fashionable back then?

Jelly: Fashionable was Guess jeans, used jeans, Girbraud, Nautica, Tommy Hill, Polo, Jordan and Fila gym shoes. High top fades, girls wore bobs, and poetic justice braids

16 Dreams: Who is someone you look up to?

Jelly: I look up to President Obama the true definition of a loving husband and family man, very strong and making it seem effortless.  In the entertainment Industry Jay-Z & Diddy. I think it is remarkable how they created succesful businesses starting from “rap” which was considered a trend and now successful moguls in fashion, music, several other business ventures.

16 Dreams: What propelled you to start the WALK?

Jelly: “Walk” Fashion Show was created by my partner Crystal Bailey and myself Daishawn Franklin “Jelly”.  Crystal was a career model and I came from the promotions and entertainment world. We have a child in common and when she was carrying the child she decided to work more on the business side of fashion so we began to do fashion shows.  Our 1st show was in a club and we named it “Upgrade” it was crowded no seating, standing room only. From there we went on to do several shows some successful and others not so much.  The brand “Walk” was created after taking our daughter to see Elmo and seeing a skit teaching kids when to “Walk” across the street. We have since in 2009 branded “Walk” as our show.  We are extremely passionate about what we have created. It is such a joy to create such a large platform for area models, designers, entertainers, photographers, stylist, and more.  It is great to see the magnitude of networking and positive energy this event brings to our city.  To see an idea that was once on a piece of paper come to life it very fulfilling.

16 Dreams: Who is your favorite designer and why?

Jelly: Diane Berry is my favorite designer.  Just when you think she can not out do what she has previously shown in shows, she returns with even more creative and extravagant designs.  Not to mention she is extremely humble.

16 Dreams: What are your plans for the future?

Jelly: Future plans for “Walk” is to grow the show here in Detroit to a nationally recognized event that people travel from all over the world to attend to see the true talent we have right here at home.  We also plan to go on the road and tour with Walk Fashion Show providing this same quality platform for other cities in need of this similar stage.  However, home is home and Detroit will always big the big show, the main event.

16 Dreams: What advice would you give someone trying to break into the business?

Jelly: The 1st advice I would give is to have faith.  You have to believe in what you are doing.  Do what you love and the money will come.

As mentioned previously, WALK Fashion Show kicked off its first official tour this year, with the first stop being Lansing, Michigan. The Spring/Summer WALK fashion show for 2013 will be showcased at the Best Western Plus Hotel Ballroom in Lansing on Sunday, April 7th. Hosted by America’s Next Top Model Cycle 4 winner, Detroit native, and author, Naima Mora, join the area’s top models, designers, and store owners from the Michigan fashion community as well as various industry professionals from around the country for an evening of fashion and entertainment.

So for all of my aspiring models, designers, photographers, hairstylists, make-up artists, etc., I cannot stress enough what a great opportunity this is! Not only can you network and mingle, but you can gain exposure for your brand as well. With the show just 3 weeks away don’t hesitate to get those tickets!

Doors opens at 5:00 pm with showtime starting promptly at 7:00 pm. Guests will enjoy an brief intermission, filled with local and national vendors, as well as live entertainment, followed by the finale at 8:00 pm. Tickets are available NOW by contacting 313.799-Walk6 or you can purchase them online at www.Neptix.com, and coming from someone who has had the pleasure of actually participating in this event, I can guarantee you do not want to miss this!

Can’t make the show? That’s okay you can still keep up with Jelly, Crystal, and the rest of the WALK family by adding Walk-Runway Fashion Show or liking the “Walk” Fashion Show Fanpage on Facebook or you can always follow them on Twitter @WalkFashionShow. For information, feel free to visit their official website at http://jellysworld.wix.com/walkfashionshow1.

To see live footage and highlights from the Walk 6 fashion show this past December, or subscribe to their YouTube channel or click on the links below:

Footage

Highlights

Shh…. Do you hear that? That’s the sound of WALK coming to a city near you!

“I should’ve known it was you.” Meeka shifted her weight when she opened the door, a clear sign she had an attitude.  

“Hey, can I call you right back? Okay. . . Bye.” Meeka ended the call she was on to console her friend, who looked like she was on the brink of crying, and said goodbye to what had otherwise been a peaceful afternoon. Finding a visibly distraught Kyra on the other side wasn’t much of a surprise anymore. These days, it seemed Kyra spent more time over at her house than she did her own.

“What happened this time?” Meeka let out an exaggerated sigh on her way to the living room. Kyra had been unusually quiet at work, and Meeka had been curious as to why, but whenever she asked her about it, Kyra would lie and brush her off like it was nothing. Still, Meeka knew Kyra well enough to know something was wrong. She knew this visit was coming.

“Sorry, but I really need to talk to you. It’s important. . . It’s about Justin,” Kyra started to explain when Meeka cut her off.

“Oh my God, can we please talk about something other than Justin for once?” she groaned like she was dying a slow and painful death. It seemed like ever since she found out Justin was back every other word out of Kyra’s mouth was “Justin this” or “Justin that.” Meeka never even met him before and she was already getting tired of hearing about him.

“Just so you know, I’m about to start charging you for all these little therapy sessions we’ve been having lately,” she laughed to let Kyra know she was just playing, but the look on Kyra’s face told her she wasn’t in a joking mood. The sad look in her eyes said this was no laughing matter, and suddenly, Meeka wasn’t laughing anymore.

“Sike, you know I’m just playing with you. I could tell something’s been bothering you . . . What’s been up?” she prompted.

“Well you remember how I went out to eat with him?” Kyra reminded her of the conversation they had in the same exact spot about a week earlier.  

“Oh yeah, I’ve been meaning to ask you if you talked to him,” Meeka showed interest only when reminded. Truthfully, she’d forgotten all about it until Kyra brought it up again. Trying to maintain her independent status meant she had plenty of her own drama to deal with. She didn’t have time for guys, nor did she take them seriously.

“Yeah, I talked to him,” Kyra grumbled at the memory.

“And how did that go?” Meeka cracked a smile in anticipation of a good story, but unfortunately, Kyra didn’t have one.

“Terrible! All this time I’ve been hopin’ maybe we can work things out and get back together, when come to find out, he’s already engaged!” After holding back for so long, Kyra was finally able to let the tears flow. She had been carrying this pain for days, and just because she had a boyfriend, that didn’t mean it hurt any less. Knowing that now there was absolutely no way they would ever get back together was a tough pill to swallow, but it seemed like Kyra was the only one having a hard time doing so. She didn’t want to give up on Justin or the love that they once shared, but it seemed as though he had already given up on her. She had been replaced.

“No way. . . Did you really just say Justin is getting married?” It took Meeka a moment to actually process the information. The look on her face said she was just as shocked as Kyra was when she first found out, if not more.

“In six weeks,” Kyra trailed off in disbelief. Six weeks didn’t seem like very long at all when she thought about it.

“Damn! He liked it and he put a ring on it!” Meeka put her hand to her mouth in an attempt to eat her words, but it was impossible to take them back. She didn’t mean to instigate, but the comment came out before she could give it much thought.

“Oh, Meeka, what am I gonna do?” Kyra’s whine was baby-like as she writhed about on the couch. “Justin is gettin’ married. It’s been almost a week and Cincere still isn’t talkin’ to me,” she complained.

“Well, did you at least tell him you were sorry?” Meeka asked.

“You think I didn’t try that already?” Kyra snapped. “I could say sorry a thousand times that doesn’t mean he has to forgive me,” she noted.

“Give it some time. You know how guys are. Maybe he just needs his space for right now,” Meeka reasoned.

“I don’t know Meeka. I’ve never seen him this mad before. It’s like he can’t even stand to look at me. And when he does. . .” Overcome with emotion, Kyra was unable to finish her sentence. The loving, doting, Cincere she once knew was gone, and Kyra knew it was going to take a lot more than an apology to get him back.    

“The way he looks at me. . . It’s like I disgust him or somethin’. I think he hates me.” Kyra hung her head in shame. Just being in the same room as Cincere was enough to make her feel uncomfortable. Everything about his presence seemed distant and cold. He just wasn’t the same.

“Oh, come on now Kyra. I’m sure Cincere doesn’t hate you! It’s just you gotta understand his feelings are hurt. I doubt he would be this upset if he didn’t care about you,” Meeka tried to rationalize the situation, but Kyra was too emotional to listen.  

“Well he certainly doesn’t act like it,” she continued. “It was like I couldn’t keep his hands off me before and now I can’t even get him to sleep in our bed. . . He hasn’t touched me in days,” Kyra’s chin began to quiver, as did her voice. Seconds later, more tears came streaming down her cheeks.

 “I just feel so fuckin’ stupid! You were right. I should’ve listened to you! I should’ve never went to dinner with him!” Kyra vented her frustrations while Meeka calmly listened. An “I told you so” had no place in their conversation.

“I don’t know. I mean, at least now you know. You can stop beating yourself up about it, wondering what might have happened, what might have been. . .” Meeka shrugged. “I mean, Kyra, really? What did you hope to get out of it? You’re lucky he’s even talking to you,” Meeka hinted at what happened in Chicago, but refrained from going into the details so as not to upset her further.

“I guess you’re right,” Kyra’s sadness escaped in her sigh. She couldn’t even get mad at Meeka for telling the truth. All she could do was accept it. “I don’t know what I expected to be honest. It’s been so long. I should’ve known he would find someone else,” she moped.

“I mean, Kyra it has been five years. Things change. People change. . .  That doesn’t mean you guys can’t still be friends,” Meeka tried again to reason with Kyra, but it was clear there was no getting through to her when it came to Justin.

“But you don’t understand! I don’t want to be his friend Meeka!” Kyra wailed at the ceiling as though she were truly wounded. Meeka almost tried to make it sound as if she was getting a good deal, but to Kyra that was unacceptable. She wanted all of him or nothing.

“And I already know what you’re going to say,” Kyra held her hand up to stop her from talking, and Meeka let her speak. “I know I need to get over him, but it’s like for some reason I can’t. It’s just . . . everythin’ ended so suddenly. We never even really got to talk about what happened. I think that’s why it still bothers me. I need answers. Closure . . .  Something. . . Not this!” her anger flared.

“He’s getting married to another woman in six weeks, Kyra, how much more closure do you need?”

Kyra was taken aback by Meeka’s bluntness and the cold tone she used.

“Gee, thanks, Meeka! You always know what to say,” she laced her compliment with sarcasm, making her vexation obvious. “Thanks for throwin’ it in my face.”

“I’m just saying! There’s no sense in dwelling on the past when you can’t do anything to change it. You’ll only drive yourself crazy.” It didn’t take Meeka long to come to her own conclusion about Justin, but for Kyra it wasn’t that easy.

“But I just don’t get it. It doesn’t make any sense! If he doesn’t care about me anymore then why would he go out of his way to see me? He could’ve come, dropped off my ID, and left it at that. Why didn’t he? Like you said it’s been five years so what’s the point?” she couldn’t help but question Justin’s motives behind their meeting in hopes they were in her favor. While he has claimed to have moved on and found a fiancé, the look in his eyes at dinner that night told a different story.

“I don’t know, Kyra, I’m starting to think maybe reading too much into this. . . Maybe you just need to let it go,” Meeka shook her head.

“You know, I almost wish he hadn’t told me. I’m startin’ to wish Justin never even came back to Prince Paul in the first place.” Kyra hurried to catch the tears forming along the rims of her eyes.

“Well would you rather he lie to you or tell the truth?” Meeka asked what seemed like an easy question.

“I don’t know. Honestly, I don’t know what to think anymore,” Kyra’s admission came with a troubled sigh. There was still so much emotion pent up inside of her she felt like she could explode at any moment. She needed to find a way to release, and soon.

“Don’t worry, Hun. Things are going to get better,” Meeka tried her best to cheer Kyra up, but her kind words only propelled her to keep ranting about it.

“Ugh! Why does shit like this always have to happen to me? Why me,” Kyra screamed, her voice hoarse from crying. “I swear! I’m startin’ to think I’m cursed!”

“No. You’re just dramatic,” Meeka corrected her.

“Seriously, nothin’ ever goes the way I want it to! Nothin’ ever turns out right! Meeka, this is not the way my life is supposed to be!” Kyra’s rage died down to a whimper rather quickly.

“Then it’s up to you to change it,” Meeka paused for a moment to let her message sink in. “Look, Kyra, I know how much you love Justin. I know how much he means to you, but life is too short to stress over any man. I don’t care who he is or what he’s got.”

“I wish it was that easy, Meeka, but when it comes to Justin, it’s not. If it wasn’t for everybody tryin’ to break us up, we would still be together. I know it.” Just thinking about it had Kyra fuming. She felt cheated out of Justin’s love and robbed of her relationship with him, all thanks to their exes always meddling in their business. It hurt to know his family hated to see them happy, and would do anything in their power to keep them apart.

 “At least that’s what you’d like to think, but there’s no real way to know for sure,” Meeka pointed out. “You know, Kyra, one thing I’ve learned from my past relationships is that sometimes you will fall in love with someone who won’t always love you back. You can’t force it. If it’s meant to be, it will be,” she added.

“But don’t you think me runnin’ into him that day at the marketplace was a sign? That’s where we first met! What are the odds we would run into each other there of all places? I’m convinced it was fate that brought us there that day – not circumstance. Don’t you see, Meeka? There was a reason we were both at the same place at the same time. We were meant to find each other!” Kyra reflected on that day, and the way she felt when she first laid eyes on him came rushing back.

“Uh, Uh, Kyra, you know they say there’s a special place in hell for women who cheat with married men!” Meeka scolded her as if she already knew what she was thinking. The smirk on her face was a dead giveaway.

“He’s not married . . . yet,” she schemed.

“Maybe. . . But say you do hook up with him while he’s here. Then what? Do you think really he’s going to leave her for you?  . . . And even if he does, could you trust him?” Meeka posed questions too difficult for Kyra to answer at the moment. She hadn’t thought that far ahead.

“I mean, he said he wants to see me again before he leaves, but I don’t know if that is such a good idea. . .” Kyra sounded even more nervous than she did before. Seeing Justin seemed to do more harm than good, and after what happened the first time, she wasn’t sure she was willing to try again. She didn’t need to go making things any worse with Cincere and besides, being around Justin would serve as another painful reminder that he wasn’t hers anymore. Pursuing him would be a waste of time.   

 “Yeah, me neither. I think its best you just leave it alone. Forget Justin,” For the first time in their conversation, Meeka agreed with her, but Kyra wouldn’t let it rest.

“And can you believe that after all that, this motherfucka actually had the nerve to ask me if I wanted to come to his engagement party?” she huffed in offense.

“Oh, girl, I know you were pissed!” Meeka chimed in.

“Hell yeah I was mad! You damn right,” she snorted.

“I know you’re not really going to go. . . Are you?” Meeka wondered aloud.

“Now why would you ask me that?” Kyra dismissed Meeka with a look. She could barely stomach the thought of Justin being intimate with someone else as it was, so she definitely couldn’t imagine having a front row seat at what she was sure would be the biggest PDA-fest to hit the island this century.

“That’s okay. I’ll just tell him I already have plans that day. It’s not like I have to go. . . I mean, I thought about it, but after talkin’ it over with you I need to stop worrying so much about Justin and just focus on my relationship with Cincere.” Kyra took a deep breath thinking of all the damage she caused her relationship. Other than saying sorry, she didn’t know how to fix it, or if it could even be fixed. For all she knew, she was already single. She just didn’t know it yet.

“I don’t know girl, sounds to me like you need a drink,” Meeka changed the subject in an effort to lighten the mood.

“More like I need a break,” Kyra mumbled.

“What are you talking about you need a break – a break from what?” Meeka asked with a chuckle. Kyra’s answer was plain.

“My life,” she said.

“Ha! Ha! You’re funny,” Meeka laughed. Kyra didn’t.

“Hey, you know what? We should go out tonight! What do you say; you down for a girls’ night out?” Meeka perked up in excitement, but the solemn expression on Kyra’s face didn’t change.

“I’m good. I don’t really do the club scene like that no more,” Kyra was reluctant to go, and for good reason. After all the violence that transpired surrounding nightclubs in the Chi, just the thought of partying made her physically ill. Breaking news broadcasts and grizzly tales of murder still haunted her dreams every so often. She hadn’t so much as stepped foot in a club since she left Chicago and that was all the way back in 2007.

“Aw! I don’t want to hear it,” Meeka dismissed Kyra’s refusal with a lazy shoo of her hand. “Now go put on something cute,” she ordered. “You’re coming out with me tonight.”

Have you ever wanted to write a book? Well then meet Celeste Norfleet. Celeste has written over 20 books in various genres such as romance and young adult fiction. As a National best-selling author, she continues to gain critical acclaim and stellar reviews for her work, and with over two decades in the industry, her bibliography just keeps on growing.  She is most known for her Mamma Lou Matchmaker Series and the Kenisha Lewis Series from Kimani Tru.

Throughout her career, Celeste has been nominated for literary awards such as The Rose Award, the Romantic Times Book Review’s Reviewers Choice Award, the Romantic Times Book Review’s Lifetime Achievement Award, numerous Romance Slam Jam Emma Award nominations, as well as the prestigious YALSA Quick Picks for the Reluctant Reader in 2009, but did you know that at one time Celeste didn’t even consider writing as a career? After obtaining her degree from Moore College of Art & Design, Celeste worked as an art director and graphic designer for many years before making the big switch in 1999. Her first published work, Priceless Gift, was sold to BET Books in 2001, and she’s been writing hot romance ever since.

Check out our first feature for the month of February to hear stories about what life was like for Celeste at 16, and what keeps her excited about writing!

16 Dreams: What year did you turn 16?

Celeste: I turned 16 years old in 1975.

16 Dreams: What high school did you go to?

Celeste: I attended Martin Luther King Jr. High School in Philadelphia, PA.

16 Dreams: When you hear the words “Sweet 16” what is the first thing that comes to mind?

Celeste: The first thing that comes to my mind when hearing “sweet 16” is crossing a threshold from one point in your life to another.

16 Dreams: Do you have any funny or embarrassing stories from when you were 16?

Celeste: Sorry, sixteen was a long, long time ago for me. But the one thing that comes to mind is the time all the kids in my neighborhood had a huge egg fight. The next morning the neighborhood smelled horrible. But no one would admit they were involved. I guess I just confessed. Oops…

16 Dreams: List 3 things you couldn’t live without as a teen.

Celeste: I was a geeky art major, so as a teenager I couldn’t live without my sketch book, my pastels and my cheerleading pom-poms.

16 Dreams: Did you get along with your parents?

Celeste: For the most part, yes, my parents were very strict and I did my best to stay out of trouble.

16 Dreams: What do you enjoy most about the writing process?

Celeste: I enjoy researching my stories, developing interesting plots and story lines and creating memorable characters.

16 Dreams: Which do you like more, reading or writing?

Celeste: Wow, this is a really hard question. I can’t imagine not doing either. I love and enjoy them both equally.

16 Dreams: Who has been most influential in your career as a writer?

Celeste: I’d have to say my husband, Charles. He is my biggest fan and the one person I got to when I need clarity.

16 Dreams: What advice would you give young authors?

Celeste: I always tell young authors to read and study the craft. And by all means, never give up your dream.

So for all my avid readers and aspiring writers, this one is for you! Please be sure to check out her website/blog at http://celesteonorfleet.com or feel free to friend her on Facebook. I would also like to encourage everyone to join her reader group on Yahoo at LiveLoveLaughandBooks or at the very least sign up for her mailing list so that you can be one of the first to hear about special events and upcoming releases, such as her newest title, Mine at Last, set to hit shelves February 19, 2013!

And no matter what, don’t forget to keep writing, keep reading, and most importantly keep dreaming!

With love,

16 Dreams.

About The Book Via Amazon.com:

Diagnosis: Temptation

After years away from home, Shauna Banks has finally returned to Key West. But as a consultant hired to evaluate the local medical center, she immediately comes up against none other than the sensuous Dr. Dominik Coles. All through high school the compelling and intense heartthrob claimed her thoughts and her emotions. Now fate has brought them back together, and what’s worse—he doesn’t seem to remember her!

The passionate surgeon has one goal: to save his hospital. And Dominik will do whatever it takes to keep it from going under—even if it means tangling with the stubborn beauty whose recommendation could close it forever. But the closer he gets to Shauna, the more his physical longing for her threatens his best intentions. As they both play with fire, could the flames destroy their chance at love?

CHAPTER 4

To call or not to call: that was the question Kyra struggled with over the course of the next three days. In the beginning it seemed easy, but then there were times where Kyra felt like Meeka was right. Cincere hadn’t done anything wrong. He didn’t deserve to be lied to or mistreated, but as bad as she wanted to remain loyal this was something she couldn’t ignore. No matter how hard she tried, Kyra couldn’t deny her feelings for Justin and they were too strong to bury.

If Kyra didn’t at least call, she knew she would never forgive herself. Besides, it wasn’t like she couldn’t call Justin. She didn’t really have a choice. After all he’d done for her she owed him that much. During their brief time together as a couple, Justin taught her so many valuable lessons about life there was no way she could ever repay him. Dinner was the least she could do.

Kyra was so conflicted over Justin’s proposal it made it hard for her to concentrate on even the simplest tasks at work. She was late for her shift the day after he came to visit. The day after that she kept messing up people’s orders, and the day after that she dropped a stack of dishes. All her co-workers were asking questions and her boss even threatened to fire her if she didn’t shape up. She was officially having the worst week ever and yet, throughout it all, all she could think about was how bad she wanted to see Justin again.

Kyra kept Justin’s business card hidden in her panty drawer where she knew Cincere would never find it, but that didn’t stop her from looking at it every chance she got. Kyra kept telling herself a quick phone call was harmless, but that didn’t stop her from getting nervous. It was a lot of pressure knowing she held all the power moving forward in their relationship. One phone call had the power to change everything which was why it was so scary.

Kyra looked at Justin’s number so much she knew it but heart, but it wasn’t until late one night when Cincere fell asleep in front the TV watching old Kung Fu flicks, that she finally took the opportunity to use it. Kyra snuck off to the other room, and this time, when she closed the door she made sure to lock it.

Cincere could wake up at any minute so Kyra knew if she was going to do it she was going to have to be quick about it. Her heart was racing as she held the phone to her ear and her breathing was suspended. The ringing seemed to go on forever, but she wasn’t giving up until she got an answer.

As Kyra waited for Justin to pick up, she couldn’t help but wonder if she would finally get the get the answers she’d been looking for? And even if she did, was ready to hear them? Could she handle the truth?

Come next Friday, Kyra couldn’t wait to pluck her new BeBe mini-dress off the hanger. A $149.00 dollar price tag hung next to the jeweled trim and she had been waiting anxiously to pop it. It had been sitting in her closet for months because she hadn’t had a reason to wear it – until tonight.

Her dress was the epitome of sexy. The long black sleeves had slits in them that ran all the way down her arms and the material fit her so well it was as though it had been made exclusively for her. Its length – or lack thereof -accentuated her long legs and the open back left most of her back exposed.

“Hey, babe I’ll be back later,” Kyra announced she was leaving as she was on her way out.

“Mm, Mm, Mm! Damn girl, where you headed dressed like that?” Cincere did a double take when she walked past.

After spending hours in the bathroom getting ready for her dinner date, Kyra was smelling good and looking better. She painted her nails a pretty color red and her usually curly hair was bone straight. She wasn’t wearing much make-up and she didn’t have on any flashy jewelry, just a pair of rhinestone studs. A matching black clutch and a pair of strappy black sandals from BCBG spruced up her look.

“Oh, out to dinner with a friend.” Kyra kept her answers short, not wanting to set Cincere off or reveal too much information. She already had her mind made up and she didn’t have time to argue. She was supposed to meet Justin at the Coco Bistro in ten minutes and it was going to take her at least twenty to get there.

“And who is this ‘friend’?” Cincere got up to confront her face to face. He found it awfully strange that she hadn’t mentioned anything about going out all week.

“Just an old friend from high school. . .” Kyra stopped to admire her ensemble one last time before she stepped out the door.

“Who?”  Cincere kept the questions coming. Kyra stopped everything she was doing to look at him. A pause in conversation only added to their tension.

“Justin.” The second Kyra said his name, Cincere’s facial expression changed.

“Whoa! Hold up . . . Did I miss something? I thought you said you guys don’t talk anymore?” he eyed her suspiciously.

“We don’t.”

“So then how did all this come about? And why am I just now finding out about this? ” he asked.

“He’s in town right now and he said he wanted to have dinner with me. I couldn’t say no . . .”

“Kyra, I know you’re not talking to me about going out to dinner with your ex-boyfriend. Seriously,” Cincere laughed in an attempt to disguise his anger, but Kyra could see it written all over his face.

“Yeah . .  . And? I don’t see what the big deal is,” she shrugged. “We’re just friends.”

“Yeah, and you’re about to be single in a minute,” he threatened.

“Oh is that right?” Kyra cranked up her attitude in defense.

“Come on, Kyra! How would you feel if I went to dinner with one of my exes? I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t be happy about it!” he ranted. Kyra kept quiet, not wanting to admit she would be just as mad as he was.

“Wow. . . I thought we were so much better than this. And I’m supposed to believe you don’t still have feelings for this dude? Be for real,” Cincere sucked his teeth at her.

“I mean, of course I care about him, Cincere . . . You have to understand Justin and I have history. We’ve been through a lot together. . .” she tried to put it to him gently, but Cincere rejected her explanation. That was the last thing he wanted to hear.

“So that was then and this is now! There’s no reason for you to still be talking to him!” The angrier Cincere got, the louder he became, but Kyra refused to back down.

“See this is why I didn’t want to tell you! I knew this was how you were going to react!” she yelled.

“I mean, let’s be real, Kyra what’s to keep you from getting some on the side? If I didn’t ask how would I know? It’s not like you would tell me!” he screamed.

“Cincere we’ve been together long enough. You should already know I would never cheat on you.”

“Yeah right,” he snorted as though she were lying.

“Whateva, Cincere. If you don’t trust me by now you never will.” Kyra met his accusations with a cold, hard stare.

“Of course I trust you. . . I just don’t trust you when it comes to Justin!” he protested.

“Cincere, why are you trippin’? It’s just dinner!”

“Whatever, Kyra, this is bullshit, and you know it,” he fumed. “How do I know he won’t try to make a move on you?”

“I already told you it’s not even like that!” Kyra tried to act surprised by what he said when really, that’s what she hoped would happen. The probability was so high she was even willing to bet on it.

“So it’s that easy, huh? You’re just going to act like nothing ever happened, and now everything is okay?” Cincere continued to question her in a hostile tone.

“No. I never said that,” Kyra took a deep breath to contain her anger. She was two seconds away from snapping on him and he didn’t even know it.

“Do you still love him? It’s okay. You can be honest.”

“No!” Kyra was so mad she was ready to storm out, but he blocked her from leaving.

“Cincere move! I have to go!” Kyra tried to push him out the way but he didn’t move an inch. When Kyra tried to pass by him again, Cincere pulled her back to him by her elbow.

“Tell him I said you’re not going and that’s that!” he demanded.

“I said let me go!” Kyra snatched her arm back and gave him a look that let him know he better back off. Cincere threw his hands up in defeat as he retreated to the other side of the living room.

“You know what? Fuck it. Go ahead because the way I see it Kyra you’re either already cheating on me or you’re about to. All I know is I’m not sticking around for when you do,” Cincere lowered his tone, but Kyra could still see the anger burning in his eyes.

“And what the hell is that supposed to mean?” Kyra put one hand on her hip and proceeded to work her neck.

“Go to dinner with him and find out. Just don’t expect me to be sitting here waiting for you when you get back.”

“Look, Cincere, I’m done talkin’ about this. It’s not like I need your permission. I already told him I’m goin’, so I’m goin’.” Kyra stood her ground.

“Then go!” Cincere pointed her toward the door and watched the woman he loved walk out on him. He didn’t chase after her, and as bad as he wanted to, he didn’t start blowing up her cell phone the second she left. Because Cincere knew it didn’t matter how much he loved Kyra, there was nothing he could do to keep her from leaving him if she wanted to. As hard as it was for him, he knew he had to let her go.

Meanwhile, Kyra rushed to meet Justin at the address he texted her earlier that day. It was a spontaneous, last minute meeting but she wouldn’t miss it for the world. They had been sending flirty texts back and forth since exchanging numbers earlier that week, and she was curious to see where tonight would lead.

The moment Kyra reached the Coco Bistro she didn’t give her argument with Cincere a second thought.  Nestled inside an old coconut grove on the island of Providenciales under a canopy of palm trees and white lights, the Coco Bistro was one of Justin’s favorite restaurants, and tonight, it seemed like everyone on the island shared his good taste.

Kyra scanned the room looking for him as she waited to be seated. There was close to an hour wait, and a line of people in front of her. Most people couldn’t even get in without a reservation, but the second Kyra told the hostess who she came to see she showed her to her table immediately.

“Hey, I’m so sorry I’m late! I got here as fast as I could.” Kyra lit up as soon as she laid eyes on Justin, who was already there waiting for her.

“Don’t worry about it! Glad you could make it!” Justin stood to greet her with a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“Wow. . . Let me just say you look amazing.” Justin took a step back to appreciate her effort. Kyra twirled around slowly so he could get the full effect.

“Thank you,” she smiled wide at his approval. One compliment from Justin was worth a 1,000 compliments from anyone else.

“Come! Have a seat!” Justin pulled her chair out for her and Kyra gladly accepted. She gazed at him in pure admiration as she watched him take his place across the table from her. For Kyra, even something as small as having dinner with him seemed surreal.

“I’ll be honest, I was almost worried you might not show after the way you ran off on me the other day,” Justin started their night off with a joke, but he was the only one laughing. Kyra shielded her eyes with her hand, totally mortified that he would call her out on it.

“Listen. . . Justin. . . I am so sorry. I hope you don’t think it was anythin’ personal. It’s just. . . I-” Kyra rushed to apologize, but Justin stopped her from rambling. The feel of his hand over hers, put her at ease.

“It’s cool. No need to explain. All that matters is that we’re here now – together,” he smiled at her and Kyra smiled back.

“Good! Because I am happy to see you! It’s been a long time. . .”

“Too long. . . How have you been?” Justin studied her closely. It was clear he wasn’t just asking to ask. The concern in his eyes said he actually cared.

“I been a’ight I guess. . .” Kyra pretended to be too busy placing her napkin on her lap to look at him.

“Just all right?” he pressed. Something told him she was lying, but he couldn’t prove it.

“Oh, you know the usual, just working and going to school. . . And how about you? What have you been up to these days?” Kyra avoided his question by posing a couple questions of her own. She didn’t want to admit that she was stuck waitressing at Havana’s, and that even though she took a few college courses online she only did it mostly to shut her mom up.

Transitioning into adulthood was already hard enough without all the added baggage she had coming into it. Back then, Kyra was so focused on making it through high school she barely had time to think about college, and now that she was working full-time the idea of going back to school seemed impossible. Sure, she had a car and a job, but compared to Justin, she didn’t have much going for herself. Needless to say, it didn’t take long for her to realize that if she had any chance at catching a man like Justin she was going to have to step her game all the way up.

“Well, I don’t know if you know, but I work for my father now. . .” When Justin announced that he’d been welcomed into the fold, he didn’t say it in a boastful way. Truthfully, Kyra seemed more excited by the news than he was.

“Really? How’s that going?” she asked.

“It’s been going pretty well actually,” he nodded. “We just locked in deals for new resorts on Providenciales and Cancun.”

“Look at you!” Kyra continued to praise him as if he could do no wrong. No one would argue that Justin was indeed a good looking man, but it was his personality that attracted her to him the most. The fact that Justin was always so well read was just one of the many reasons she loved him. In her opinion, he was smarter than anyone she’d ever met. Justin was everything she ever wanted in a man.

“Yup construction is set to start on in a couple months. Everybody’s been talking about it. This new hotel is slated to be one of the most luxurious in the world,” he stated.

“That’s great. I can’t wait to see it when it’s done,” she smiled. Kyra was so happy for him she thought her heart might burst. Nothing made her happier than seeing Justin happy.

“Good evening and welcome to the Coco Bistro. My name is Bernard and I will be your server this evening. Can I get you started with something to drink? We have several fine wines to choose from.” Just as their conversation was starting to get good, an older gentleman with a curly Monopoly mustache approached their table to take their order. When he stepped up to introduce himself, the first thing Kyra noticed about him was that his bald spot had spread, leaving behind only the hair on the sides, but he was friendly nonetheless.

“I’ll take a Heineken,” Justin made a simple request and handed over his menu.

“And for you my lady?” Bernard turned to her with his pen ready.

“I’ll have a glass of Moscato, please,” Kyra put on her most polite voice.

“Very well,” the waiter scribbled a note before going on. “Would you two be interested in hearing our specials tonight? Tonight, we are featuring our shrimp skewers grilled to perfection, and served with a hot and spicy dipping sauce. We also have seared scallops, presented atop a fresh mango slaw, and for desert, we have a slice of our famous coconut pie. All of which are made from scratch using only the finest ingredients. All of which are very, very good,” he ran through their options quickly, somewhat similar to an auctioneer. Kyra took another moment to ponder the menu. Everything sounded so good it made it hard to choose just one.

“Can I please have the filet mignon with a side of the creamed spinach?” Justin piped up first.

“And how would you like that cooked?” he asked.

“Well done.”

“And for you, miss?”

“I’ll have the pesto ravioli . . . and an order of your lobster tacos.” Kyra handed over her menu and their waiter gave them back their privacy.

Over the course of the evening, Justin and Kyra had the luxury of enjoying good food and conversation. Kyra thought it might be weird at first, but after a few drinks it was like they’d never missed a beat. Although Kyra and Justin had grown their chemistry hadn’t aged a bit.

Kyra was so intrigued by his stories she could sit and listen to him talk all day. She enjoyed hearing about all the places he’d been and all the beautiful things he’d seen and experienced. Justin was very candid about his life as they talked about everything from his college years to his goals for the future, but there was one thing he forgot to mention.

“So. . . Justin. . . May I ask what brings you back to Prince Paul? After all this time . . . why now?” Kyra propped herself up using her elbows and flipped her hair, trying to be cute. The lighting was just right and from the moment they locked eyes, the mood was set. Justin licked his lips in a way that said he was hungry for something that wasn’t on the menu and the lust in his eyes made it hard for Kyra to restrain herself. She tried to focus, but it was hard not to fantasize about the incredible make-up sex they were bound to have. As far as Kyra was concerned, Justin could get it anytime, anyplace. She didn’t care who saw them.

“Well. . . I don’t know if you’ve heard . . . but . . . I’m getting married.” Justin held his breath, awaiting her reaction. Meanwhile, the look on Kyra’s face said she was absolutely stunned. They had been having such a good evening, she was almost certain they would end up together at the end of the night, but now her fantasy would forever remain just that: a fantasy. What he just said killed the mood instantly.

“Shut up!” Kyra laughed it off like a bad joke at first, but her chest immediately started to tighten, almost as if she were suffocating.

“Nope, I’m for real,” Justin laughed nervously while Kyra fought the urge to cry. She smiled wider to hide how disappointed she was but the eyes never lie. Kyra was crushed to find out that not only was Justin marrying someone else, he actually seemed happy about it.

“Sorry. . . I hope you’re not mad at me. I just wanted to be the first one to tell you. You know. Unlike last time,” Justin stumbled through the awkward moment. Her sudden lapse into silence had him worried.

“No! No! That’s great! Congratulations!” Kyra didn’t want to seem bitter so she gave him one of those weak hugs. Kyra wanted to be happy for him, but as messed up as it sounds, she just couldn’t. As much as Kyra tried to downplay her feelings for him, she was dying inside. It was as though her heart had already stopped beating and she was just . . . there.

“So . . . You promise you’re not mad?” Justin asked, seemingly surprised. The Kyra he remembered would’ve tried to burn the place down – with him in it.

“No! Why would I be mad?” Kyra played it off as though her feelings weren’t hurt.  Now she definitely didn’t have the courage to tell him how she felt or how miserable she’d been without him. It was pointless.

“Thanks a lot, Kyra. That means a lot coming from you.” Justin seemed so relieved, like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, but for Kyra, it was the opposite. She downed the rest of her wine in one gulp and signaled their server for another, stronger drink.

“So! When is the wedding?” Kyra perked up after a shot of Patron.

“In about six weeks,” Justin tried to sound like he was excited, but the deep breath he took said he wasn’t ready. His wedding day was weeks away and yet he was so nervous it might as well have been tomorrow.

“What’s her name?” Kyra didn’t even really care to know the answer, but she still had to ask. She didn’t even know her name and she already didn’t like her.

“Her name is Eden,” Justin cracked a smile when asked about her, making Kyra sick with envy. She didn’t touch another piece of her food once he said her name. One word was all it took to ruin her appetite. Three bites into her favorite dessert and Kyra was forced to push her plate away.

“Lucky girl. . .” Kyra traced the rim of her glass with her fingertip as her mind began to wander.

“Nah, I’d say I’m the lucky one,” he gushed. Listening to him talk about her had Kyra seriously contemplating getting up and leaving. As if he hadn’t just stabbed her in the heart, now it was as though he was turning the knife. She didn’t know how much more of this she could take.

“Eden. . . That’s a pretty name. I’m sure she’s a very pretty girl.” Kyra analyzed Justin for an indication of how attractive the other woman was. How much did he really care about this Eden? And most importantly, how long could he remain faithful to her?

“Yes, she is. I love her very much,” Justin professed his love for Eden without thinking, but still, Kyra didn’t want to believe him. A part of her still wanted to believe he was The One. She still wanted to believe he loved her but it was becoming quite clear as the night went on that what she wanted didn’t matter.

“So, uh . . . How’s the love life?” Justin exhaled, more than happy shift the focus off him.

“Well . . . since you asked, his name is Cincere,” she bragged. It made Kyra feel good to have someone to throw back in his face, but even that satisfaction was short-lived. At least she had a boyfriend. Upon learning that Justin was getting married, flashbacks from the argument she had with Cincere before she left made her feel foolish for ever putting her relationship with him at risk.

“Have you guys been together for a long time?” Justin wiped his mouth and threw down his napkin.

“About a year,” she estimated.

“Sounds serious,” Justin made his remark before polishing off the rest of his beer. He knew it shouldn’t bother him that she had a boyfriend, but it kind of did.

“It is,” Kyra made sure to rub it in the same way he did, but Justin did a much better job at hiding his feelings than she did.

“You know my engagement party is coming up.  You guys should come,” Justin added.

“Are you crazy? Your family hates me!” Kyra nearly jumped out of her seat at the invitation. What he just described was like walking into a death trap.

“They don’t hate you. They just don’t know you,” he explained calmly.

“How is your family anyway?” she asked.

“Everybody’s doing great. You know Quentin and Angel are on their second child now – a boy. Look.” Justin pulled out his wallet to show her pictures of his 2 and ½ year old niece and an ultrasound picture of what would be his nephew. It touched Kyra to see Justin as such a loving uncle, beaming with pride, however, it also saddened her to know that before long he’d been showing off pictures of his own kids.

“Wow! That’s crazy! Although, I can’t say I’m surprised,” Kyra commented on the fact that out of all the couples from high school, Angel and Quentin were the only ones who stood the test of time. Everyone just knew they were going to get married and be together forever, and even though they were no longer friends, Kyra was happy for them. Quentin and Angel seemed to have found the kind of love everyone wished for.

“How about you, do you have any kids?” She was so afraid of what his answer might be she almost didn’t want to ask.

“No. Not yet . . .  Do you?”

“Hell no!”

The look on her face was classic. They both started laughing hysterically.

“How’s your momma doing?” Justin asked.

“She’s doing fine. You know her and Matthew got married.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, their anniversary just passed not that long ago. They’ve been together goin’ on four years now,” she filled him in on what he missed.

“Wow. . . Has it really been that long?” Justin looked at her in astonishment. Kyra simply nodded. The past five years without him felt like the longest of her life. She couldn’t begin to imagine what it was going to be like spending the rest of her life without him. For her, a life without Justin was no life at all.

When it finally came time for them to leave, Justin made Kyra a promise that another five years wouldn’t pass before they saw each other again, but Kyra wasn’t so sure she believed him. It was going to take awhile for her to accept that things had changed between them, and that they really were “just friends.” Justin would be walking down the aisle in a little over a month, which was hardly enough time for her to do anything to about it. Try all she might, Kyra knew she could never get him to change his mind.

On the long car ride home, Kyra came to the realization that there was no going back to the way they used to be, and just because Kyra already had a boyfriend, that didn’t mean it hurt any less. Thoughts of Justin with another woman were torture, but Kyra was so upset she didn’t have it in her to cry. She didn’t have any tears left. After tonight, it became clear to Kyra that no matter what she did from here on out, nothing would ever be the same again and neither would she.

I am very pleased to announce that the first 16 Dreams interview of the year goes to “femolutionary”, author, television and film producer, ambassador for the arts, youth advocate, public speaker and lover of humanity, Ber-Henda Williams!

Her unique name Ber-Henda, means “Bear Hearted Protector” and Ms. Williams certainly lives up to her name. As the founder of Poetry, Pages, and Scribes and The Power of Girlhood, an outreach program for girls and young women, Ber-Henda has made it clear that supporting girlhood “is a passion not a hobby!”

In addition to supporting young girls through their transition to adulthood, Ber-Henda is a passionate poet who lives by the saying “The pen is her sword.” She has been featured at the Dalley in the Alley, Detroit Festival of the Arts, African World Festival, and The Java and Jazz Series at the Detroit Public Library. She has hosted many other metro area cultural events, one of which is her monthly open-mic poetry series at the Southfield Public Library, Poetry, Pages, & Scribes.

A graduate of Wayne State University, Ber-Henda also holds a Bachelor of Arts in Spanish and minor in International Marketing.  Her ability to speak fluent Spanish has provided her the opportunity to translate and interpret for both schools and corporations. You can even find the Spanish language in some of her poetry featured in her book Memoirs of the Human Experience: And Everything In Between, Vol. 1.

Keep reading to find out more about Ber-Henda and the lessons she learned at 16 that helped shape her into the phenomenal woman she is today!

16 Dreams: When did you turn 16?

Ber-Henda: I turned sweet 16 in April of 1996.

16 Dreams: Where did you live?

Ber-Henda: I grew up in Southfield.

16 Dreams: What is your sweetest memory from when you were 16?

Ber-Henda:  Getting my driver’s license and diamond pendent from my parents.

16 Dreams: Who was a major influence in your life at 16?

Ber-Henda: My high school English teacher Mrs. Whitaker.

16 Dreams: What were your dreams?

Ber-Henda: I always knew I would be a writer of some sort and I love travel and creativity. I wrote love poetry then and still do now. I dreamed of living a full and beautiful life. I always saw myself successful.

16 Dreams: Do you still have any of the same interests you had when you were 16?

Ber-Henda: Yes, but more refined. The older I get the more I seek to establish internal peace and balance. I love, love and life. My dreams are to run a successful publishing and marketing company and have Power of Girlhood all over the world.

16 Dreams: What was the biggest challenge you faced at 16? How did you overcome it?

Ber-Henda: I think like all teenage girls, body image was a huge challenge for me. I was more curvaceous than most girls my age, so my view of myself was greatly distorted. I had to learn to accept my quirks and idiosyncrasies.

16 Dreams: Have you ever had to apply a lesson you learned at 16 in your adult life?

Ber-Henda: Learning to navigate this lead me to start The Power of Girlhood. All of the tools and methods I learned I teach my girls!

16 Dreams: What do you hope to accomplish with The Power of Girlhood?

Ber-Henda: I pray to reach the soul of each girl and help them to access their own power to live a life of purpose and meaning.

16 Dreams: What advice would you give to readers who just turned 16? Do you have any advice you would like to give to their parents?

Ber-Henda: My advice to any young person is to go to the source and find inspiration. I advise them to develop their inner compass for navigating life. I would also say, for them to enjoy their youth because it is so brief. I would advise parents to be transparent. Your child looks up to you more than they may seem. Don’t be afraid if they make a mistake. Life is full of lessons and the more you share and explain your own experience the less likely a teen is to seek unwise counsel.

At The Power of Girlhood they believe that if you can dream it, then they can support it, and they really do. I can attest to this given the fact Ber-Henda played a major role in helping me make this blog a reality. If it wasn’t for her you probably wouldn’t be reading this right now! Therefore, I definitely recommend that everyone connect with Ber-Henda, whether online or in person, no matter what you aspire to be.

You can add Ber-Henda on Facebook at The Official Fan Page for Ber-Henda Williams or follow her on Twitter @Berhenda. Also, make sure you check out her blog http://binthecitytv.com and subscribe to her YouTube channel for B in the City Tv: a new weekly Art & Culture Internet show, introducing some of Detroit’s most talented artists, small businesses and the cultural arts community with interviews, in-studio performances, how-to segments and more.  And last but not least visit her Website: http://ber-hendawilliams.com and prepare to awaken the power and passion from within!

CHAPTER 2

“Good morning,” Cincere gurgled, still half asleep. It was well past noon when he rolled out of bed and staggered into the living room yawning and scratching his chest.

“Hey! It’s about time you got up! The day’s half over!” Kyra danced her way over to him with a big smile on her face. Fresh air filled the room along with a little 90’s R&B. She woke up in such a good mood she’d been busy cleaning all morning.

“Wow babe, the apartment looks great,” Cincere complimented her hard work. His hands rested on her waist as their eyes met. “I hope this means you’re not still mad at me.”

“You know I could never stay mad at you.” Kyra followed up with a kiss to convince him.

“Are you hungry? I can always fix you somethin’ if you want. . .” This time, Kyra offered to make him something to eat. After the way he put it down last night, he didn’t even have to ask.

“Sure.” Cincere found his favorite spot on the couch and resumed flipping through the channels. Meanwhile, Kyra was busy rummaging through all the cabinets, only to discover that minus a couple spices and a stale pack of ramen noodles, they were bare. She opened the fridge only to find that too, was empty.

“Damn. Looks I’ll have to run to the store. I’ll be right back.” Kyra grabbed her keys and blew Cincere a kiss on the way out.

For once, Kyra stepped out into the muggy Caribbean day without thinking twice about her outfit. She was wearing one of Cincere’s old Bob Marley T-shirts, a pair of faded, cut-off jeans, and a bandana to hide her messy bun. Normally, there was no way she would step foot out the house dressed like that, but she figured she was just making a quick trip to the grocery store. It wasn’t that big of a deal. Besides, it wasn’t like she had anyone to impress.

Kyra turned the key in the ignition and the old Jeep Cherokee rumbled to life. It had been passed down to her from her mother a couple years ago, and even though it was used it was still pretty reliable. Other than the fact that the air conditioning stopped working at the beginning of the summer and neither she nor Cincere had the money to fix it, she hadn’t had any major problems. Still, Kyra often had to remind herself that even though her car wasn’t as nice as a Benz or a Lambo it got her from point A to point B.

En route to the nearest convenience store, Kyra decided to take a detour through her old neighborhood. She drove for miles until she spotted the house she was looking for. The bright blue paint made it almost impossible to miss. The white wraparound porch was just as impressive as it was the first time she saw it, and so was the swing that she missed so much.

Kyra couldn’t help but reminisce every time she drove by. So much about her life had changed in the past few years, it seemed like her brain was still trying to process it. When her mother got re-married, Kyra was so focused on the fact that Matthew was going to be her stepfather, she completely overlooked that they would be living under the same roof, let alone who’s roof that would be. It didn’t take long after they said “I do” for them to put a For Sale sign in the yard. Before she knew it, they were moving – again.

But what made it so bad for Kyra this time was that after just having returned from what could only be described as the trip from hell, she was forced to watch them celebrate their love for each other, all while mourning the loss of her own. Kyra wished them the best, but when her mom tossed the bouquet, she didn’t even try to catch it.

Needless to say, Kyra’s last year at home was a real struggle. Adding to her stress, her mother had her under 24-hour surveillance. Kyra was the only 18-year-old she knew who wasn’t allowed to go anywhere or do anything by herself. There were some days it seemed like Kyra couldn’t even breathe without her questioning her or accusing her of lying about something. Years had passed since then, and Kyra felt like she was still working to regain her trust.

Not to mention her friendship with Natasha was strained to the point they barely talked, and Angel wouldn’t talk to her at all. She made it obvious she sided with Quentin and his family, and while Kyra understood her position, she still wished she would’ve at least cared to get her side of the story before making her decision.

The only person Kyra had seen since the shooting was Michael, and they both managed to avoid speaking to each other. It was still much too painful and way too awkward to talk about what happened that night.

And then there was Mercedes. From what Kyra heard, even after losing her daughter, she hadn’t changed. When her name got brought up in a conversation not too long ago, Kyra wasn’t all that surprised to learn she’d been showing off on Worldstar – and she’d seen the videos to prove it.

Whenever Kyra happened to get online, she would try looking Justin up, but out of the thousands of Justin’s that came up none of them were her Justin. Even with sites like Facebook and Twitter, her search proved useless. Kyra couldn’t seem to find him anywhere. After awhile she came to the conclusion that wherever he was he didn’t want to be found.

Kyra continued on her journey in deep thought. She knew it was important that she cherish the good times she shared with Justin, because in the end, that’s all she had left. Sadly, when it came to every man she ever loved all Kyra had left were memories.

Kyra took a moment to admire the tattoo of her father’s initials on her wrist, her fingers tracing the pretty cursive. She had a habit of rubbing it whenever she got too upset about something. Picturing her father with that brilliant smile of his, carrying her on his shoulders, was the only thing that helped her calm down. Kyra missed what little she remembered about her father, and although she’d grown to like Matthew over the years, no one could ever replace him.

As she got older Kyra came to realize that losing her father wasn’t something she would ever get over. It was something she had to learn to live with. Getting a tattoo in his memory was Kyra’s way of keeping him close, especially given the fact that she couldn’t visit his grave like she used to. It also served as a reminder that no matter how hard her life gets, her guardian angel would never abandon her. Her father sacrificed his life for her, and for that Kyra would forever be grateful.

Kyra took solace in the fact her father was in a better place, but that didn’t mean she still didn’t yearn to see someone punished for the crime committed against him. He was gunned down in broad daylight and nothing had been done about it. To the police Marcus Jones was just another drug dealer, but Kyra truly believed he was a good man at heart. She had nothing but love for her father, no matter what anyone said about him.

Compounded by her sorrow, a blind rage was brewing within. Kyra had every right to be angry, yet she didn’t know where to direct her anger. All these years, she wanted someone to blame: her mom, her dad, the system, herself? The betrayal she felt by the authorities cut deep. Her father deserved justice, but after over a decade and no new leads, she doubted they would ever find out who did it. It wasn’t like witnesses were running to the stand to testify, and at times, it seemed like the only person who cared about him anymore was her.

Kyra was frustrated it made her want to scream. She wanted to be able to put a face on the man who took her father’s life, and changed hers forever. She wanted to look him in the eye and tell him exactly what she thought of him. She wanted to finally be able to go to sleep at night knowing he got what he deserved. She wanted someone else to suffer, just as she had. She needed to know they felt an ounce of the pain she felt, day in and day out.

Life was hard growing up without her father. There were days where Kyra got so upset she wanted to lash out at everything in sight, but instead she bottled her feelings when it came to her loss, and she applied the same rule when it came to Justin. It wasn’t something she liked to talk about. No matter how much she loved them there was nothing she could do to bring either one of them back.

Kyra was still trying to get a handle on her emotions when she stepped out of the car. She marched straight up to the convenience store doors and tugged on the handles, only to find them locked.  She hadn’t noticed the “Gone to Lunch” sign hanging in the window in her hurry, and the hands on the clock said they weren’t due back for another thirty minutes.

“Ugh! You cannot be serious right now!” Kyra pressed her face against the glass, but it was too dark to see inside.“Hello! Is anybody in there?” She tried pulling on the doors again, but was met with resistance.

“Damn it!” Kyra got back in the Jeep and slammed the door behind her. Her next best option was the farmer’s market. The only problem was it was all the way on the other side of the island.

Overcast blanketed the island of Prince Paul, stripping it of its vibrant colors and replacing them with dull shades of gray as the sun played hide-and-seek amongst the clouds. Still, Kyra took her time admiring all the beauty around her. As she went from stall to stall chatting with each of the different vendors, she filled her basket to the brim, stuffing it full of fresh ingredients.

Kyra knew it was time to go once her basket got so heavy it felt like it was about to break. But as Kyra lugged her purchases back to her car, she spotted a familiar face in the crowd that left her breathless and speechless, all in one. Were her eyes deceiving her? Could it be true? Standing just a few feet away from her was the one and only Justin Hartwell, and needless to say he was looking too good.

Kyra took in every little detail like she was seeing Justin again for the first time from his beautiful brown eyes to his breathtaking smile. She was happy to see him looking so strong and healthy, and judging by the way he kept laughing and smiling let her know he was happy, too.  At least she hoped he was.

It was funny because Justin looked exactly the same as he did when Kyra first met him only . . . better.  He was slightly taller than she remembered, and the outlines of his muscles were visible beneath his shirt. She caught the glimmer from the diamond in his ear all the way from where she was standing. Always so clean shaven, Kyra was surprised to see Justin had grown a scruffy beard, giving him a more rugged appearance.

Justin must’ve felt her staring at him, because the carefree expression on his face went blank the instant he saw her. The moment they locked eyes was so intense, Kyra thought her heart stopped.

In a crowd full of people, they still managed to find each other, and once they made eye contact, they refused to let go. Their attraction to each other was still so magnetic Justin couldn’t resist making his way over to say hi. But instead of running toward him with arms wide open, Kyra nearly dropped everything trying to get away. One look down at what she was wearing and she panicked. After not seeing him for so long, she knew she had to make a good impression. It didn’t matter if it had been 20 years before she saw him again there was no way she would let him see her looking hit.

“Kyra,” Justin waved to get her attention, but Kyra pretended not to notice him. She threw her stuff in the trunk, got behind the wheel, and hit the gas with the quickness.

Kyra sped away from the marketplace as though she were being chased. She didn’t know where she was going nor did she care, all she knew for sure was she had to get out of there. Her eyes didn’t leave the rearview mirror until she was sure she was far enough that Justin couldn’t catch up.

Kyra was so overcome with emotion she had to pull over on the side of the road. Seeing Justin in person brought up a lot of emotions Kyra wasn’t ready to deal with. They broke up so long ago it didn’t make sense to cry about it, but it was like she didn’t have a choice. Kyra couldn’t stop the tears from coming. Every time she wiped them away more came.

Seeing Justin again only reminded her how much she missed him. It didn’t matter how much time passed, being apart wasn’t getting any easier for her. Each day without Justin seemed longer than the last. Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months. Months turned into years, but her love for Justin never waned. 

Regret set in right away. Kyra ran through the scenario in her mind a thousand times at least. How did she mess it up? Kyra knew exactly what she wanted to say to Justin the next time she saw him, and now that she finally had her chance to tell him how she felt, she blew it. Justin was right there, and once again, she let him slip away. 

Kyra even tried to convince herself that the man she saw at the marketplace wasn’t Justin, just to make herself feel better, although deep down, she knew that wasn’t true. She’d come across several look-a-likes over the years. Every time she got her hopes up, thinking it was him, she wound up disappointed, but something told Kyra this time was different. Something in her heart told her it was Justin. It was almost as if she could sense him.

After a few minutes, Kyra regained her composure. She needed someone she could talk to and Meeka was the only person she thought might even kind of understand what she was going through. Because right now, Kyra didn’t need someone to tell her what she wanted to hear. She needed someone to tell it like it is, and that was Meeka.

Kyra pulled up at her address moments later and the mat at the front door welcomed her company.

“Yo, Meeka open up!” Kyra pounded on the door, hoping she could hear her over the blaring music.

“Hey, girl, what’s up? Is everything okay?” The look on Meeka’s face was one of confusion and concern. Kyra’s bloodshot eyes were a dead giveaway that she’d been crying. The second she opened the door Kyra blew past her and made herself at home in the living room.

“No. Everything is not okay,” Kyra broke down again. One look in her eyes revealed her heartbreak.

“Aw, mama, what’s wrong?” Meeka pouted. She didn’t like to see one of her friend’s hurting.

“Francesca! Stop it!” Meeka scolded Francesca, her beloved Chihuahua for interrupting their conversation with her yapping and scooped her up off the floor. Once she made herself comfortable on her owner’s lap, Francesca finally seemed to calm down. Sadly, the same could not be said for Kyra.

“Kyra, what’s the matter? Why are you crying?” Meeka questioned her again.

“I just ran into Justin. . .” Kyra sniffled. Both her voice and her hands were shaking uncontrollably.

“Hold up. Wait a minute . . . rewind! Justin? As in your ex-boyfriend Justin?” The news was unbelievable, even for Meeka.

“Yes!” Kyra started pacing the room until she worked up a sweat.

“And where was this?”

“At the marketplace. . .”

“So how did it go?” Meeka asked.

“Horrible,” Kyra sobbed.

“What? I’m sure it wasn’t that bad.” Meeka chuckled slightly. “Did you get a chance to speak to him at least?”

“No. . . Not really.” she admitted.

“Why?”

“I don’t know! It’s not like I was expectin’ to see him. . . I wasn’t ready.” Kyra threw herself down on the couch and put her face in her hands. “God Meeka, I can’t tell you how many times I planned what I would do if I ever saw him again. Today I had my chance, and I completely ruined it! I am such an idiot!”

“So then how do you know for sure it was him? For all you know, you could be getting yourself all worked up over nothing,” Meeka pointed out.  Still, the look in Kyra’s eyes said she was certain.

“I can’t explain how I know. I just . . . know.”

After a quick touchup on her hair and makeup, Kyra finally made it back home, but knowing Cincere was there waiting for her, made her reluctant to go inside. Kyra took a deep breath to prepare herself for an argument as she turned the key.

“Hey it’s about time you got back. I’m starving.” Cincere met her at the door to take the heavy basket off her hands.

“Sorry I took so long. The store was closed so I had to drive all the way to the farmer’s market,” her explanation came with a heavy sigh.

“I’m just glad you’re home. I was starting to get worried.” Cincere wrapped his arms around her, but Kyra was quick to break free from his embrace.

“Babe, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” Cincere was confused by her sudden change in mood.  When she left she was in a good mood, but she went from being loving and affectionate to cold and distant all in the matter of an hour.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” Kyra concentrated on putting the groceries away to avoid making eye-contact. She didn’t want him to pick up on the fact that she had been crying and start questioning her. Cincere looked at her funny, but he didn’t question her. He let her be.

That same night, just before bed, Kyra dug out an old picture of her and Justin in Jamaica. She knew she probably shouldn’t still have pictures of him now that she was with Cincere, but she just couldn’t bring herself to throw them away. Unlike Makai, Justin was someone she actually wanted to remember.

As Kyra sat there studying his face, she wished there was some way she could re-live that moment. Kyra would never forget their trip to Jamaica or the first night they spent together in that villa. Kyra closed her eyes and let her imagination run wild. She molded her body to her biggest, fluffiest pillow and imagined it was Justin lying between her legs. She squeezed her thighs together fantasizing about some their steamiest encounters, and the last time she shared her body with him, but as soon as she felt tears coming, Kyra quietly placed her memories of Justin back in the shoebox, and slid it back under the bed.

“What you got there?”

Kyra nearly jumped out her skin at the sound of Cincere’s voice. In her trance, she hadn’t noticed him walk in.

“Oh nothin’. . . Just looking at some old photos,” she lied through her sniffling. Cincere cradled her face in his hands, using his thumbs to dry her cheeks. It hurt his heart to see her so unhappy.

 “You still miss him don’t you?” he asked in reference to her father.  Cincere was one of few people that knew about Kyra’s past. Most guys would’ve been scared off once they heard her story, but Cincere knew the whole truth, and he didn’t judge her for it. He loved her for it. Cincere admired Kyra for her strength, as well as her beauty.

“Every day,” Kyra fought to keep her composure in his presence. A faint smile concealed her pain, but one look in his eyes did nothing to ebb her overwhelming sense of guilt. She wasn’t crying over her father. She was crying because she was still in love with Justin.

No matter how hard she tried, Kyra couldn’t deny her feelings for Justin and they were too strong to bury. Back when they were together, Justin wasn’t just her lover, he was her best friend. No matter what happened, he would always have a special place in her heart. No matter who else came along, she would always have love for him.

“Don’t worry, baby. You’ll always have me.” Cincere lent her his shoulder to cry on and gave her his heart to keep, but when he told her he loved her, this time, Kyra didn’t say it back.

CHAPTER 1

“A tropical storm warning has been issued for the Turks and Caicos and all surrounding areas. This warning remains in effect until 2 AM EST . . .”

Kyra listened closely to the recording as she watched the satellite images of red and orange travel across the TV screen. White clouds swirled over a map of the West Indies before moving toward The Gulf as predicted.

Kyra glanced outside expecting to see gray skies and rain, but the breezy weather they were experiencing at the moment was misleading. The sun set the sky ablaze with color as it began to make its descent beyond the horizon. What little sunlight was left in the day was reflected magnificently on the waves.

“At 4:00 PM the center of tropical storm Anya was located about 240 miles east of the Dominican Republic, moving North-West at about 25 MPH, sustaining maximum winds near 45 MPH, with gusts reaching up to 65 MPH. At this speed, Anya is expected to make landfall late tonight or early tomorrow morning. . .” the picture cut in and out. Kyra got up to adjust the bunny-ear antennas when one of her favorite co-workers, Meeka, turned the knob, cutting off the static.

“Hey! I was watchin’ that,” Kyra whined. The most she had to endure growing up in Chicago was wind and snow, not hurricanes or tornadoes. Such extreme weather proved to be too much for her nerves.

“Girl, relax. It probably won’t even hit us,” Meeka laughed off her concerns, as though she had no reason to worry. A native of Barbados, she was used to this kind of thing.

“I hope you’re right. . .” Kyra sighed, and reached for a magazine. The last thing she wanted to think about was what could happen if it did. They had been spared thus far, having escaped the past few Hurricane seasons with only minor damage such as downed power lines and fallen trees, but she knew they wouldn’t always be so lucky.

“Oh girl, would you lookat these!” Flipping through last month’s issue of Elle, Kyra was easily distracted by a pair of Louboutins with a peep-toe front and a sky-high heel. The gold platforms jumped off the page at her. The material was covered with rhinestones, with larger gold spikes placed throughout. She just had to have them.

“Now those are some bad shoes! How much are they?” Meeka practically snatched the magazine out her hands.

“More than I can afford,” Kyra admitted the sad truth. Everything about them screamed Kyra – everything except the price tag. She had been lusting for a new pair of heels for quite some time, but at almost $4,000 they were well out of her price range.

Kyra never had to look at price tags before, but now that it was her money she was spending, it was different. In the past, Kyra wouldn’t have batted an eyelash dropping four stacks. When she was with Makai, he actually encouraged her lavish spending habits. It wasn’t unheard of for Kyra to spend more than some people made in a year, and she could do it all in one day. Her shopping sprees were legendary.

Now, she was lucky if she was able to afford her half of the rent every month. Long gone were the days where all Kyra had to do was snap her fingers to get what she wanted. She had to work hard for what little she had, and there was nothing glamorous about her new job as a waitress. Kyra was making chump change compared to the free reign she used to have over limitless credit cards. Her budget no longer allowed her to splurge. She couldn’t even afford to go and get her hair and nails done on a whim. When Kyra came back from Chicago, all the perks that came along with the fast life she’d grown so accustomed to living came to a sudden and complete stop.

Once upon a time, Kyra had thousands of dollars at her disposal, but her life as a drug princess quickly turned into a nightmare she never woke up from. It also made it painfully obvious she couldn’t rely on a man to take care of her for the rest of her life. Now that she was grown, it was time for her to prove it.

It took awhile for the shock to wear off in regards to everything that transpired during her trip, but it didn’t take long for the harsh reality of Kyra’s financial situation to set in. When she left Prince Paul, Kyra fell off, and when she fell, she fell hard. When Kyra jetted off to Chicago with Makai, it cost her everything, including her job at The Butterfly Boutique. She still felt bad about not giving her two weeks’ notice, but she hadn’t even thought about it until after the fact, and by then it was too late.

When it was all said and done, Kyra had nothing to show for the sacrifices she made to be with him. She came home broke, with relatively no work experience and no steady income to count on. A decent job was scarce, and unfortunately, Kyra learned that the hard way. If it weren’t for Matthew pulling a few strings just to get her a job at one of the restaurants in the hotel he manages, she would probably still be unemployed.

For Kyra, eating at Havana’s was one thing; working there was another. Back in the day, Kyra wouldn’t have even considered it, but in such a tough economy, she couldn’t afford to be picky. She had to take what she could get. She didn’t make much an hour and the tips were just okay, but it was better than nothing. Unlike before, she wasn’t working for a living because she wanted to. She had bills to pay.

“Okay ladies, chop, chop! Two of our best servers just called in and the kitchen is already getting backed up. We could really use some more coverage on the floor,” their boss, Chris, burst in the employee lounge clapping his hands and snapping his fingers at them as if that would get them to move any faster. Meeka and Kyra just looked at each other and rolled their eyes. Break time was officially over.

“Be right out.” Kyra tossed the old magazine aside as she stood to fix the vest on her uniform. She hated that they were required to wear starchy, long-sleeve shirts, even in the heat. The black pants were a little baggy for her taste, but she made do with a belt. Kyra pulled her hair up in an effort to look more presentable and tied her apron tight around her waist.

“Alright, see you out there,” Kyra took a deep breath to mentally prepare for the dinner rush. Friday evenings were always super busy, and Kyra quickly learned that working in a restaurant was nowhere near as fun or luxurious as she’d seen on TV. Waiting tables was a lot harder than it looked, and now that they were short two people, she was going to have to work twice as hard.

“See ya!” It was clear Meeka was in no rush to join her by the way she puckered her pink lips in the mirror and gave the air a kiss. All Kyra could do was shake her head and laugh.

Meeka was her girl. She was stop-and-stare pretty, even without all the makeup. She had skin the color of dark brown sugar and wore kinky twists in her hair. Her dark brown eyes were full of life, as was she. When Kyra first started working there, the two of them quickly bonded over their love for designer fashion. That was over a year ago, and they’ve been tight ever since.

Kyra cut through the kitchen on her way to the dining area. The space was cramped and the heat was immense, almost like walking into a giant oven. Almost everything was made of shiny stainless-steel.

Kyra’s senses were overwhelmed by the sights and sounds of the kitchen such as the loud fan that sucked the cool air out of the room, the pop of the fryer, and the sizzle of meat on the grill. Flames shot toward the ceiling when a splash of red wine was added to a hot skillet. Various aromas clashed right along with some of the chef’s personalities, as they ran back and forth in their white chef coats and chef hats ordering around their underlings, monitoring their work closely. Their job was to make sure that everything that came out of there looked and smelled amazing and it did.

Kyra emerged from the chaos that was the kitchen, and entered the dining room where the constant clank of silverware mixed with the murmur of conversation. The décor was elegant, with a soaring roof, antique furniture, and crystal chandeliers. Pricey artwork adorned the walls, and a built-in waterfall greeted guests at the entrance.

Working at a high-end restaurant such as Havana’s meant Kyra had to cater to high-end clientele. Kyra thought it was safe to assume that given their degrees and accomplishments they would’ve picked up some manners along the way, but sadly, that was not always the case. In her opinion, she didn’t get paid enough to deal with stupid people who thought they knew it all, and their complaints over the littlest things. She nearly bit her tongue off on more than one occasion trying not to react to people’s rude remarks. There were so many times when she just wanted to walk out and quit, but she knew she couldn’t.

“Hi, my name is Kyra and I’ll be your server this evenin’. May I interest you gentlemen in somethin’ to drink?” Kyra approached a group of distinguished businessmen in suits and ties with the fakest smile she could manage. A little piece of her pride died every time she had to say that opening line. She kept her head down as she took their order.

On top of the fact that she was juggling tables with little to no help, Kyra had one woman she’d been waiting on who was especially needy. She sent her plate back to the kitchen, not once, not twice, but three times, and after a thorough inspection, she even asked Kyra to bring her a new set of wine glasses and extra napkins. She ran Kyra ragged with their requests, and although she had other guests to attend to, Kyra came back to check on her every so often to ensure a good tip. It was frustrating knowing majority of their customers were millionaires when most times she was lucky if she even got 15%.

Kyra wasn’t even half way through her shift, and she was already beat. Her back hurt and her feet were sore, but she wore her smile until her cheeks hurt. She’d just finished clearing the table behind a party of four, and she still had several other hungry couples to attend to, but Kyra knew she had to keep pushing.

“Excuse me, waiter?” While carrying a tray full of dirty dishes to the back, Kyra heard someone call out to her.

“Yes?” She stopped to see what they needed, and immediately wished she’d listened to the little voice inside that told her to ignore them and keep walking.

“Kyra Jones . . . Is that you?”

Kyra was speechless. Sitting right in front of her was no other than her long-time nemesis, Veronica Pierce.

“Veronica. . . Hi. . .” Kyra played along, putting on a fake voice and a smile to match, when all she really wanted to do was punch her in the face. Kyra didn’t know why Veronica was acting so happy to see her. It wasn’t like they were friends.

“It’s been so long! I barely recognized you! How have you been?” Veronica squealed with excitement, while Kyra tried to think of any excuse not to talk to her. It was killing Kyra to be nice to her.

“Doing good,” Kyra made sure to nod and smile when she said it so it sounded more believable. She continued to scan the room looking for someone – anyone to come save her.

Behind her phony smile, Kyra just knew Veronica was judging her appearance. She’d sweat her hair out running back and forth to the kitchen so her ponytail was looking more like a bird’s nest. Her uniform was plain. Her apron had stains on it. Her sneakers were creased and dirty. To sum it up, Kyra looked a hot mess compared to Veronica, who was always so well put together.

For the first time in her life, Kyra felt basic. She secretly envied Veronica’s Gucci ensemble and the fact she looked like she came straight from the hair salon. She didn’t even have to question if the diamonds around her wrist were real. Her handbag alone cost more than Kyra made in a month.

“Good for you,” Veronica cut her off and turned to her handsome date. The way she said it, Kyra could tell she didn’t really care. She was still the same snooty brat from high school who thought she was better than her.

“Kyra, I’d like for you to meet my boyfriend, Mason Ward.” Veronica patted him on the hand to get his attention.

“Mason, honey, this is Kyra . . .  I told you about her. Remember?” She used a soft voice when she spoke to him, as if he were a child.

“Nice to meet you,” Mason simply lifted his glass of cognac in acknowledgement and took another sip, oblivious to the underlying tension between the two women. The way his eyes kept wandering around the room, Kyra got the impression he was bored with their conversation long before she showed up.

“Good things I hope,” Kyra winced at her little jab. She knew exactly what Veronica was doing. She was trying her best to embarrass her, and it was working. Kyra could only imagine the horrible things she told him about her, most of which probably wasn’t even true.

“Why of course!” Veronica did her fake little laugh again, another indication she was lying.

“And how is Justin? I haven’t heard from him in ages!” Just when Kyra thought being forced to have a conversation with Veronica was agonizing enough, Veronica brought up the one topic she’d hoped to avoid. The only thing that would’ve made the experience more awkward for her would be if an actual elephant walked in the room.

“I wouldn’t know. . . We broke up. . .” Kyra put her head down to hide the tears in her eyes. Every time someone even mentioned her ex-boyfriend, she was overcome with the same sadness she felt when it first happened. Underneath every laugh and every smile was this sadness that just wouldn’t go away.

Truth was, Justin and Kyra didn’t just break up – they were torn apart, and for that reason, Kyra missed Justin incessantly. Five years had passed since she last saw him, and she still hadn’t fully recovered. She had scars that would never go away, and wounds so deep, they would never heal. It was as though piece of her heart was missing, and a part of her doubted it would ever be whole again.

“Oh that’s right. I am so sorry to hear that.” Veronica put her hand on her heart as though she felt her pain. She tried to act like she was genuinely sorry, and she was failing miserably.

Yeah I bet, Kyra thought. She held her smile, but her anger was slowly staring to boil to the surface. Old Kyra would’ve jumped across the table right then and there – and wouldn’t have felt bad about it. But the new, more mature, Kyra swallowed her insults, no matter how clever.

“Well it was nice talking to you. . . ” Kyra was reminded of the heavy tray on her shoulder when she started to wobble under its weight.

“Oh, and Kyra, before you go would you mind fetching me a refill? Thanks.” Veronica shooed Kyra away like a pest after adding her glass to the pile. As soon as Kyra turned around she rolled her eyes so hard her eyelids flickered. Kyra marched straight to the back, cursing Veronica out under her breath.

“No she didn’t!”

“What’s wrong with you?” Meeka stopped on her way to the floor.

“That girl over there,” Kyra glared in Veronica’s direction.

“Who: her?” Meeka sucked her teeth. “She comes in here all the time. . . Acts like she owns the place. . . Why? What’d she do? You need me to say something? Cause I will.” If Kyra ever had a problem, Meeka was the first person she would call. A hot head just like her, she was two seconds away from taking off her earrings and getting the Vaseline. All Kyra had to do was say the word.

“No, don’t say anything. I don’t want chu to get in trouble,” Kyra objected. Their petty beef wasn’t worth either one of them losing their job. Unlike Veronica, she and Meeka didn’t have trust funds to fall back on.

“You should spit in her food,” Meeka’s suggestion came with an evil grin.

“No!” Kyra burst out laughing at the idea. The visual that formed in her mind was hilarious.

“What? That’s what I would do,” Meeka shrugged like that was normal and walked off. Kyra seriously thought about it, too. She even thought about getting Veronica the refill she asked for and pouring it on her, but she didn’t. Although Kyra would’ve loved nothing more than to repay Veronica for the way she treated her throughout the years, she had more important things to do. She had money to make.

After checking off everything on the list of closing duties at the end of the night, Kyra was exhausted. Eight hours on her feet was hard on her body, and by the end of her shift it seemed like everything ached. Not to mention, her last customers of the night left her nothing but a headache. She was so happy when it finally came time for her to punch out, she practically ran to her car.

The downpour began just moments after Kyra left work, and its force further wore on frayed nerves. The rain was coming down so hard and with such speed, it made it hard to see, but Kyra was determined to reach her destination. A short boat ride to Prince Paul was the only thing standing between her and the one thing she wanted most – her bed. She would be home in a matter of minutes and yet, happiness seemed so far away. Times like these, Kyra questioned if she would ever know what it was like to truly be happy again.

Kyra made it to the dock just in time to learn that due to the storm, ferry service had been cut short, and of course, the boat she was waiting on had been delayed. Sitting alone in her car gave her plenty of time to reflect on her day. Every night, Kyra went home feeling like she hated her job, but tonight, she was sure of it.

When Veronica asked her about Justin, it conjured up memories she’d been long trying to suppress. For some strange reason, it seemed like the more Kyra tried not to think about Justin, the more she thought about him. She still had her share of regrets stemming from that fateful summer in The Chi, as well as the consequences and repercussions that seemed to follow her long after.

Whew! Veronica got me heated! Last I knew, she got shipped off to some boardin’ school in Europe right along with her good-for-nothin’ brother Richard, and as far as I’m concerned she could’ve stayed there! I haven’t seen her since our days at the academy and had hoped it would stay that way. If I never saw Veronica again, it would still be too soon.

And of course she just had to bring up Justin! The nerve of that bitch! She knows damn well we’re not together anymore. . . She’s part of the reason why! That girl has been throwin’ shade ever since I moved to Prince Paul. I’m sure our break up, along with the circumstances surroundin’ it, is just somethin’ else for her to talk about. Askin’ me all those damn questions. . . She needs to mind her business!

Moments later, the last ferry of the night arrived, ready to carry its passengers across the choppy waters. As they pulled away from the dock, thunder clapped and lightning lit the way. The swells continued to rise and the angry sea tossed the tiny boat about like a toy. Kyra gripped the steering wheel tightly, trying to calm down. She then closed her eyes, and said a silent prayer, asking God to get her there safely.

God, I’ll never forget the last time I saw Justin or how bad I felt seein’ him hooked up to all those machines knowin’ it was all my fault. I didn’t realize it at first, but my decision to go to Chicago had an effect on everybody – not just me. I swear I never meant to hurt Justin or his family. Lord knows if I could take it back I would in an instant. If I could go back in time and do it all over again there are so many things I would do differently. . .

But I can’t. I can’t make it all go away, which is why I’ve been tryin’ to forget it ever happened. . . As if there was a way to make myself forget. Yeah right! I’ll never be able to forget what it was like holdin’ Justin in my arms, while he lay there bleedin’ in the middle of the street, prayin’ God spared his life. . . Sometimes, when I close my eyes I can still see the blood. There was so much blood. . .

Kyra shuddered at the memory.

I thought it was all over when they got to bustin’ that night. Everybody knows a bullet don’t have a name on it until it lands. Even I’m wise enough to know nothin’ in this life is guaranteed – not even life itself. Nobody’s invincible. We both could’ve died that night. . .

Ugh! How could I have ever wasted my time on a guy like Makai? He never really cared about me! When Kai showed up out of nowhere, beggin’ me to take him back, I should’ve known somethin’ was up! I cannot believe I fell for his bullshit after all that time! And after he dogged me out the way he did! I should’ve been up on game!           

But, I was just so mad at Justin and so hurt. I let my anger get the best of me. He chose Veronica Pierce, though! Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me? Of all the girls he could’ve rebounded with he goes and picks her? Her! Knowin’ I don’t like her!

I mean, hearsay is one thing, but to see it up in your face? I couldn’t take it. Kai’s offer ended up bein’ an easy way out. That’s all it was. It was convenient, so I took it. Damn it! Why did I have to be so stupid?

Kyra was jolted from her dreamlike state by the sound of the attendant knocking on her window. They would be pulling into port in a matter of minutes, but she had been so consumed by her thoughts, she was the last to notice. Kyra ran her hands through her curls as she tried to get a grip on her emotions, but they wouldn’t let up. Kyra feigned a smile and went on her way.

I wouldn’t say I’m happy Kai’s dead, but I can’t say I’m sad either. It’s not like I cry when I think about him. I can’t. . .  I won’t. It feels good to know he can’t hurt me no more. He can’t come after me this time. . .

I don’t know what’s more shockin’; the fact that Kai’s gone or that he killed himself. Then again, everybody knows once the game turns on you there’s nothin’ you can do. Not everyone is about that life.

He lasted longer than most, though, I’ll give him that. Makai was once one of Chi-town’s most notorious gangsters. He was as cold and ruthless as they come. I can still see the look in his eyes as he raised the barrel to his temple. It’s still so vivid, so real. If he was scared to pull the trigger, he didn’t look it.

I didn’t understand why at first, but now I get it. Not only did Kai lose his younger brother to this shit, he was losin’ his war with Reggie, and a truce was out of the question. Knowin’ Kai, his ego would’ve never allowed it. There was no way he was ever going to surrender and his pride would never accept defeat. For him, death was the only option.

I sat by helplessly as Makai fell apart, right along with the empire he’d worked so hard to build. The cops knew him by name and the Feds were onto his li’l operation. It was only a matter of time before he got caught. I guess he figured if he was goin’ down, he might as well take everyone else down with him. . . He almost succeeded, too.

The fear that comes along with havin’ a gun pointed at you is somethin’ I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get used to. Truth is, I’m lucky to even be alive right now, even though there have been times when I didn’t feel like it. I had nightmares about that night for months afterwards. The stress of it all got to me so bad I lost weight. I lost hair. When I lost Justin, I nearly lost my mind.

No matter how hard I try to block it out, that last day at the hospital keeps playin’ over and over again in my mind. . . I’m not sure how long I was asleep, but the second I woke up, my first thought was to check on Justin. I opened my eyes expectin’ to find him layin’ next to me, except he wasn’t there. There was no trace of him, almost as if he had disappeared.

Panic set in right away. I sprang out of bed, my heart beatin’ so fast and so hard it almost felt as if all the blood in my body had rushed to it at once. I immediately began to question my sanity. When I went to sleep, he was right there and last time I checked people didn’t just vanish. . .

I ran out into the hallway, screamin’ like a lunatic, when a nurse stopped me. She was tryin’ to get me to quiet down, but when she refused to take me to him, that’s when I really started trippin’. I begged and pleaded through my tears, but no matter how loud I got, I couldn’t get her to listen. It was obvious she didn’t care.

Of course this was right about the time my Mom decided to show up, Matthew in toe. Both of them looked burnt out, like they hadn’t slept in days. Even Matthew looked worried.

When I first laid eyes on my mom, I remember bein’ overcome by a mixture of fear and relief. Given the fact that I was still a minor when all of this happened, the police were required to notify my parents. I begged them not to call her, but there was no gettin’ out of it. It’s funny ’cause, I think I was more scared of her comin’ to get me than me possibly goin’ to jail.

I’d been dreadin’ her reaction, but at the same time, I was glad to finally have someone there with me. And even though I was deathly afraid of what she was goin’ to say when she got there, surprisingly, she didn’t yell at me or cuss me out. All she did was hug me and cry. And I cried right along with her . . . until she told me it was time for us to leave. I wasn’t goin’ anywhere without seein’ Justin first.

I was able to juice the nurse for more details, and after a few minutes, I managed to find out he’d been transferred to a different unit. The tightness in my chest finally loosened a little and I could breathe again. So as it turns out I wasn’t crazy after all. Justin was alive. But when I asked if I could go see him, I got denied. Only family was allowed to discuss that kind of stuff; and she had no problem pointin’ out the fact that I was only his “girlfriend.”

“You!” somehow I just knew that, “you” was directed towards me. I turned around to see a very angry Mr. Hartwell headed my way, ready to mow me or anyone else who dared get in his way, over in his path.  Standin’ there in the middle of that hallway felt more like standin’ in the middle of a battlefield. On one side of me was my family ready to protect me, and on the other was Justin’s, chargin’ at me at full speed, ready to attack. This was war, and to them, I was the enemy.

“Now you listen to me because I am going to only say this once! Whatever it is you thought you and my son had going on is over as of today! You are not to come anywhere near him or anyone in this family! You set so much as a foot on my property and I will have you arrested! Do I make myself clear?” Mr. Hartwell roared at me, his eyes wild. The boom in his voice had my stomach doin’ back flips. I was so upset I couldn’t even get a sentence out. An apology isn’t nearly enough.

Mr. Hartwell then went on to call Justin a fool to ever fall for a “ghetto girl” like me. He swore up and down that I was not to be trusted. I looked to Quentin, hopin’ he’d vouch for me, but he acknowledged me with no more than a look. His anger radiated off him and judgin’ by the way he kept clenchin’ his jaw, he didn’t have anythin’ nice to say to me.

It didn’t take long before the insults started to fly and a screaming match erupted between our parents. And there I was caught in the middle, tryin’ to keep the peace. My mom looked like she was ready to claw somebody’s eyes out, and I wouldn’t put it past her. Things got so out of hand, I thought Mr. Hartwell and Matthew were about to scrap. Thankfully, it didn’t come to that.

Eventually, security stepped in and told us we had to leave. Of course, Matthew and my mom were pissed. They stormed off toward the elevator, but I didn’t have it in me to walk away. I couldn’t just leave. I had to say goodbye.

I tried to reason with my mom, but that didn’t get me anywhere. When I refused to follow, she jerked me forward. I tried to peel her fingers off my arm, but as it turns out, she’s a lot stronger than she looks. Her and Matthew actually ended up havin’ to literally drag me out of the hospital, kickin’ and screamin’.

I cried for days after that. It still bothers me I never got a chance to see Justin. What I wouldn’t give just to tell him I love him. To say sorry for all the bullshit I put him through. After everythin’ that happened that night, I never even got to say goodbye. . .

Kyra slowed to a stop in front of her apartment complex, Colony Park, but her mind went into overdrive thinking about everything Justin. She caught herself wondering what he was doing right at that very moment: Where is he? Is he happy? Is there any chance he misses me as much as I miss him? Kyra thought about Justin all the time – way more than she should considering she already had a man.

Kyra and Cincere had been dating for a little over a year, but Kyra was still unsure of her feelings for him. Yes, she cared deeply about Cincere. He was there for her when everybody else walked out, and when she talked he listened. He accepted Kyra and her past: the good and the bad. He didn’t judge her for it. His love for her proved unconditional, and still, Kyra couldn’t find it in her heart to love him the way she knew he deserved to be loved.

By all accounts, Cincere was a good, respectable guy. He had a legit job working construction and Kyra appreciated the fact she no longer had to worry about the police knocking down their door at four in the morning or being shot at. Cincere was an honest man who worked hard for a living, and she never had to wonder where he was at night. Cincere was a good catch, yes. But did she love him like she loved Justin? Not even close.

In the time they spent getting to know each other, Kyra and Cincere swapped stories of their childhood. Unlike Justin who grew up living a life of privilege, Cincere knew what it was like to grow up in the inner city. Having bounced back and forth between his father’s house in Prince Paul to his mother’s in Virginia as a teen, he was familiar with what it was like to chase down ice cream trucks, ride bikes in the street, and ring people’s doorbells and run. All of these things Justin knew nothing about.

Kyra could talk to Cincere for hours about anything. And even though Kyra could be open with Cincere, she worried maybe they were moving too fast. Usually it was the woman in a rush to put a title on things, but it was Cincere trying his hardest to cuff her. Kyra knew she wasn’t ready for anything serious when they first met, but she let her feelings interfere with her thinking, and somehow she wound up in a relationship. They both agreed to take it slow in the beginning, but now that they were living together she felt like she was on a speeding train with no way to stop it.

Playing house was fun at first, but it didn’t take long for Kyra to see that domestic bliss wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Often times, it seemed as though now that Cincere had her, he didn’t put in any effort to keep her. He didn’t take her anywhere special or buy her nice things. As time went on, Kyra began to wonder where they were going and if they would last.

The second Kyra flung open the door to her domain, she was worry-free. At that moment, nothing else mattered. She stopped to soak it all in, looking over her sanctuary with a certain pride in her eyes, as though she were a queen overlooking her kingdom. She made it. She was finally home.

“Oh, shit! Did you see that?” Kyra walked in from a hard day at work to find Cincere, lounging on the couch, totally entranced by the flat screen mounted on the wall. An avid fan of UFC, it was almost eleven o’clock at night, and he was shouting at the TV.

“Can you keep it down? I have a headache.” Kyra hadn’t been home for more than five seconds and she was already annoyed. The house was a mess, dirty dishes were piling up in the sink, and Cincere hadn’t lifted so much as a finger to clean it up all day.

“Hey, babe, what are we having for dinner?” Living the last moments of the match, Cincere’s eyes were stuck to the screen. Another loud outburst came soon after.

“Hell yeah, that’s what the fuck I’m talking about!” he jumped to his feet and started clapping.

“Work was great. Thanks for askin’,” Kyra mumbled, her irritation obvious. She couldn’t even get a “Hi. How are you? How was your day?” before he asked about dinner. Coming home and cooking for him was the last thing on her mind tonight.

Kyra set down her bags and drew a deep breath. She just got home. She was in no mood to argue with him. She transferred the leftovers she snagged from the restaurant from a plastic container to a plate.

“Humph, I don’t know what kind of gourmet meal he thinks he’s getting at this time of night. . .” Kyra stood there with her arms folded, huffing and puffing, waiting for the microwave to ding she couldn’t help but think about how nice it would be if Cincere made dinner for once, but Kyra knew better than to hold her breath. The second she set his food in front of him, Cincere started attacking it like he hadn’t eaten in days. He didn’t even utter so much as a “Thank you.”

After the day she had, Kyra couldn’t wait to strip down to nothing and barricade herself in the bathroom. Kyra closed her eyes and let her muscles relax as the warm water ran down her body. As she washed off all the dirt and grease from the day, she let go of all her anger and frustration that came along with it.

Kyra let the water run until the steam clouded the bathroom. She rung out her hair when she was finished, but when she reached for her towel her hand was met by the cold steel that was the towel rack.

“What in the . . . ? I could’ve sworn I put it right there. . .” Kyra felt around blindly. With one eye open, she confirmed her towel was indeed missing.

“Cincere, can you bring me a towel?” Kyra pulled back the shower curtain so he could hear her. When she didn’t get an answer, she yelled again, “Cincere!”

When he still didn’t answer her, she took it upon herself to go looking for him.

“Do I have to do everythin’ around here,” Kyra grumbled as she stepped out of the bathtub.  The second the air hit her skin she was covered in goosebumps.

“Cincere, I know you hear me calling you!” Kyra stomped from room to room, tracking wet footprints all throughout the house. The first place she checked was the living room, then the kitchen, but there was no sign of him. All the lights were off, and so was the TV.

“There you are!” Her search finally came to an end in the bedroom, where she found Cincere sitting shirtless on the corner of the bed with her towel in his hand, and a mischievous smirk on his face. The flicker of candlelight on the walls made her skin glisten.

“Looking for something?” His deep voice was as seductive as the look in his eyes.

“Boy, I know you heard me calling you,” Kyra switched up her tone real quick. Kyra knew that look, and that look meant only one thing.

“Can I have my towel back now? I’m cold.” Kyra put her hand on her hip and cracked a sassy smile. Cincere looked so good she couldn’t even be mad at him. Even though Cincere was a few inches shorter than Justin, his looks were far above average. His slanted eyes were intriguing hints of his African-American/Korean heritage and his skin was the color of a Hershey’s Kiss. His mustache was thin and there was no trace of a beard on his face. Many of his features were reminiscent of a young Tyson Beckford, and his body was just as nice.

“Let me do it.” Cincere hid the towel behind his back when she tried to take it from him. The way he licked his lips it was almost as if he were daring her to make the first move. As Kyra lay down on the bed next to him he let his eyes travel over every inch of her naked body. Now, Kyra was shivering for a different reason.

Cincere took his time with her, making sure to be patient and gentle. He started at her feet and worked his way up her legs, running the soft cloth over her calves and along the back of her thighs, careful not to leave a drop of water behind. The sensations created by a single kiss in between her shoulder blades had Kyra weak already. She even let a moan slip.

Cincere continued planting delicate kisses up and down her spine, stopping just below her ear.

“Turn over,” he instructed. Cincere suckled her earlobe before grazing the most vulnerable part of her neck with his lips. Just the sound of his voice had Kyra gripping the sheets and he wasn’t even inside her yet.

This time, Cincere started at her neck and proceeded to work his way down. His big, masculine hands contrasted her sweet, supple skin as he caressed her arms, breasts, and stomach. Cincere traced the tiny droplets with his tongue as they maneuvered around her many curves, making sure to lick up any water he might have missed.

Just when Kyra thought Cincere was done teasing her, he started the process over again, except this time, instead of using a towel, he used lotion. His big, strong hands roamed her body freely, making sure to massage it all in. Kyra bit her bottom lip as Cincere ran his hand between her thighs. He’d touched her everywhere except the one place she was longing to be touched.

“Mm, you missed a spot,” Kyra purred as she pointed down at her perfectly shaved pussy. He had her dripping wet in anticipation.

“That’s okay. I’m only going to make it wet again anyway,” he bragged. And the look in his eyes let her know he meant it. Kyra searched for any indication he may have been joking, but she couldn’t find one.

“Promises, promises. . . ” she smirked.

Cincere initiated the first kiss, but Kyra wouldn’t let him stop there. Something about his kisses was addictive. No matter how many he gave her, she couldn’t get enough.

Once the two of them started kissing, they barely stopped for air. Kyra and Cincere went at each other like wild animals in heat. They rolled around in bed, kissing and nibbling on each other, feeding off each other’s desires.

Kyra gasped for air when he first entered her, his first stroke slow, and deep. It seemed like every movement was deliberate and calculated, as each position flowed seamlessly into the next. Cincere knew just what he was doing when he handled her. He knew exactly how to move and where to put his hands.

Cincere lifted her legs up as high as they would go, and Kyra clawed at his back. Cincere continued to grind deep inside her, and Kyra moaned loud enough for their neighbors to hear. Cincere warned her to be quiet, but it felt too good to care. Watching him glide in and out of her only heightened her urge to cum.

Encouraged by the sounds she was making, Cincere dove to the depths of her wetness, soaking the sheets.  He helped himself to a handful of her curls, and began thrusting so fast, he seemed unstoppable. Cincere pushed himself to the limit to please her, and Kyra begged him not to stop.

Spent from hours of love making, Cincere fell asleep almost instantly. Stillness fell over the room, as the young lovers lay fitted together like puzzle pieces in the dark. While the storm raged on outside, Kyra clung to the comfort that came along with falling asleep in his arms.

The steady sound of rain hitting the roof was similar to a lullaby, but it did nothing to soothe her. Like most nights, thoughts of Justin kept her up. Part of her felt bad for wishing it was Justin lying next to her instead. Every night she closed her eyes, she hoped to see him in her dreams.

Read the first part of Fast Life here.

Actress/Model/Blogger/ Radio personality/Socialite: All of these words can be used to describe the equally beautiful and talented Lauren Speed. 

Lauren, aka LSpeed, has graced the runway during BET’s Rip the Runway and most recently, New York Fashion Week.  She has been featured in numerous ads for companies such as Chrysler, Al Wissam, and The Steve Harvey Clothing Collection. She has even appeared in popular magazines like Real Detroit, Native Detroiter, and most notably The Source, where she was voted “People’s Choice Dimepiece” in 2009. Not only was Lauren the cover girl on the #1 international Biker Magazine Horse Backstreet Choppers, you can spot her on the cover for the urban novel Stay in your place by Tonja Ayers. You also might recognize Lauren from her lead role in Slum Village’s video for their single “Faster.”

But Lauren is much more than just a pretty face. Having graduated with a B.S in Electronic Media and Film from Eastern Michigan University, she is the CEO of the lifestyle blog ThatDame.com, along with her online radio show LSpeed Radio.

Check out the newest edition of 16Dreams to learn more about Lauren and what keeps her going.

16 Dreams: When did you turn 16?

Lauren: I turned 16…10+ years ago!

 16Dreams: What high school did you go to?

Lauren: I attended CMA (Communications Media Arts ) H.S. in Detroit my 1st 2 years and Southfield High my last 2 years.

16Dreams: Use 1 – 6 words to describe yourself at 16.

Lauren: Shy, Goofy, Dreamer…

16 Dreams: Did you have a “Sweet 16” birthday party? If so, what was your theme?

Lauren: I actually had a hotel party for my 16th Bday my dad was friends with the Manager at the Antheneum Hotel in Downtown Detroit. So my closest friends and I got this huge suite and wandered around the hotel, ran into a few celebs . . . and giggled all night!!

16 Dreams: Who was your celebrity crush?

Lauren: I had a HUGE crush on Eminem!

16 Dreams: What were your feelings on turning 16?

Lauren: I was sooo excited! Its definitely one of those ‘right of passage’ ages lol so I felt like I was entering the next phase of my life. . . growing up. . .

16 Dreams: What did you aspire to be at 16? Has that changed since then?

Lauren: At 16 I wanted to be a singer, I loved writing, I was a choir/theater geek! So I was all about the stage! Not much has changed at all!

16 Dreams: When you were 16, who was your role model/idol?

Lauren: At 16 I really looked up to my dad… he’s always been a hard worker. . . achieving his goals and setting standards.

16 Dreams: Are there ever days you want to give up on your dream? What keeps you going?

Lauren: Absolutely that comes with the territory. What keeps me going is knowing that if it were easy everyone would be doing it! Struggling and having perseverance to get through the not so easy times…separates the people who actually reach their dreams and those who just dream. Never give up!

16 Dreams: What advice would you give aspiring models?

Lauren: Always keep your goal in mind, and standards. Never waver on either, be sure to master your craft, practice and always be prepared for possible opportunities. Just always be on your A game!!!

So for those of you interested in joining the fashion industry, whether it be as a model, designer, photographer, etc. I highly encourage all of you keep up with Lauren on Twitter @Need4LSpeed. For more interviews and behind the scenes footage check out her Youtube Channel: Speednov. And if you still can’t get enough of LSpeed you can admire her work at ModelMayhem.com. For all the latest in celeb news, fashion tips and more, make sure to visit Thatdame.com and subscribe!

And no matter what you do never stop dreaming!

XOXO

From Left to Right: Knoxville, Jay Fab, PC, Flawless, BP.

Lil’ Wayne.

Young Jeezy.

Birdman.

Jay Fab.

 What do these names have in common?

Jay Fab is 1/5 of The Olympicks: a team of “Platinum Producers” based out of Michigan who have produced hit s for some of the biggest names in the industry. Jay Fab, along with fellow producers PC, Knoxville, Flawless, and BP joined forces in 2008 to form the production team now known as The Olympicks. One year later, they signed a deal with Rick Ross’s Label MMG (Maybach Music Group) and these five guys have acquired quite an impressive track listing since. Not only have they produced songs for Big Sean, Yo Gotti, Kendrick Lamar, A$AP Rocky, 2 Chainz, P.L., and many more, you’ve heard their work on Rick Ross’s Teflon Don album, as well as Lil’ Wayne’s I am Not A Human Being.

In tonight’s 16Dreams interview, Jay Fab talks about what life was like for him at 16, and what sparked his passion for music.

16Dreams:  When did you turn 16? 

Jay Fab: “I turned 16 in 1998.”

16Dreams: Where did you grow up?

Jay Fab: “I grew up in Ypsilanti, Michigan. My parents, brothers, and sister are all from Chicago, so I would go there a lot to visit family, but mainly been in Ypsi my whole life.”

16Dreams: Describe your high school experience. Would you do it again?

Jay Fab: “My high school days were pretty fun and awesome now that look back and reflect on it LOL. I was into sports (football player). People that I run into from high school all would say that me and my friends were popular. At the time it didn’t seem that way when you’re just living through school. But I could go on for days about my high school experience. I was a smart when I wanted to be type of person LOL. I played football so I had to be eligible to play, but I would slack off just like anybody else.  Me and my friends would bet money to see who would get the highest A percentage in the class and I would always win, go figure right LOL? But I would say I would do things a little different but for the most part I would do it again.”

 16Dreams: What were you looking forward to the most about being 16? 

Jay Fab: “Umm, at 16. . . I would say really music. It came into my life out of nowhere and became a big part of me. It’s crazy, almost like I was born to do it.”

 16Dreams: What kind of music did you like to listen to? Has that changed? 

Jay Fab: “OHH MAN!! LOL it seemed like I was the odd one out of the majority of my school. At that time everybody was listening to NO LIMIT and HOT BOYZ. I was listening to Busta Rhymes, Redman, Mobb Deep, Nas, J Dilla, Wu Tang, Keith Murray etc. So I was clearly the hip hop head along with some of my friends. And I would say yes, it has changed tremendously since then in many ways, from album sells to marketing, sound wise, just all around in general in good and bad ways.”

16Dreams: Who or what inspired you to pursue music?

Jay Fab: “My brother, he is the one who taught me and pushed me to expand my versatility thinking outside the box at a young age. He and his friends just jumped right into it and started buying equipment and learning it. I would just sit back 13 years old in amazement thinking how cool is this! LOL then one day he asked me did I wanna do a beat, and of course I jumped out of my socks to get in that chair and get started.”

16Dreams: When you were 16, did you ever think you would make it this far in the music industry?

Jay Fab: “In way, because we all dream of making it big in something.  At the time I was just caught in the moment of high school and making music, having fun. So I can’t fully say yes. I just had dreams of making it this far.”

16Dreams: Have you ever applied a lesson you learned at 16 to a situation you encountered in your adult life?

Jay Fab: “Oh of course. From many people. A lot from my brother and some of his friends. I’ve learned to never depend on someone to do for me that I can’t do for myself, to have confidence and belief in me first more than anyone else will, trust it shows. And to prepare myself rejections that life may throw at me. And most important, never giving up on my dream and pursuing it.”

16Dreams: Have you ever faced negative criticism for your decision to pursue your passion? How did you respond?

Jay Fab: “Yes! Many times. People will always tell you to have a backup plan and to go to school, get a job etc. which is totally ok and I’m not knocking that at all. But what about the encouraging or helping that person to get one step closer to their dream? I used it as fuel, to go harder than ever before. Because at that moment, you realize that you’re on your own in a sense. I maintained that focus and strived with it.”

16Dreams:  What advice would you give aspiring producers?

Jay Fab: “I would say everything I’ve said in the previous questions LOL and then some. But on a serious note, expect the best and prepare for the worst.  That will only give you tough skin and make you stronger. Rejections will come, but that most certainly does not mean you for you to give up or quit. Trust me I’ve been there many times. And now that I reflect on those moments, and listen to the music that I used to make back then, I realize that I wasn’t ready. And I had much more to learn and ways to go. Everything is a lesson you just have to be prepared for it.”

After coming onto the scene in 2009 as in-house producers for MMG, The Olympicks have recently joined the ranks of the Young Money family.  So if you’re an artist looking for a hot beat, or if you just have an ear for good music, I suggest you get familiar with their work. Whatever you do stayed tuned for what these talented guys have in store!

Check out their channel on YouTube: Olympicktv. There you can also find interviews and behind-the-scenes studio footage. Make sure you stay up on their latest projects by following their Official Twitter Page @The_Olympicks. You can also find Jay on Twitter @JayFab.

Oh. And I almost forgot “OOLLYYYMMMMPIIICCCKKKKKSSSSS!!!”

I recently had the honor of interviewing Arian Simone Reed: CEO of Arian Simone Enterprises. You might have seen her on MTV, E!, VH1 or in Essence magazine.  Not only is Arian a celebrity publicist, she is a well-known lifestyle entrepreneur. Having founded Fearless magazine, and The Socialite Beauty Bar, she is also the authoress behind two e-books 7 Fearless Secrets to Success and So You Want To Be A Celebrity Publicist, 5 Things You Need To Know!  She even has her own line of beauty products called The Ester Experience.

And yet what I found most admirable about this fearless lady is that even though she is busy juggling all of these different endeavors , Arian always finds time to give back to the community; starting with The Fearless Girls Club – a program aimed at empowering today’s youth to overcome their fears and live their dreams. Having overcome trials such as homelessness on her road to success, her story is truly an inspiration for all!

 16Dreams: When did you turn 16?

Arian: January 1997

16Dreams: Where did you go to high school?

Arian: Cass Tech

16Dreams: Use 1 – 6 words to describe what you were like at 16.

Arian: Energetic, Talented, Ambitious

16Dreams: What do you remember most about that time in your life?

Arian: Excited that I could drive and preparing for college

16Dreams: What did you aspire to be? Has that changed since then?

Arian: An Entrepreneur, nope!

16Dreams: Would you say you are still the same person you were at 16? If not, how have you changed?

 Arian: No, I have matured.

16Dreams: Who or what inspired you to pursue your dreams?

Arian: My environment, growing up in Detroit you were surrounded by many African-American Entrepreneurs.

16Dreams: Out of all your accomplishments, what are you most proud of?

Arian: The fact that I pursue my dreams without comprising my integrity.

16Dreams: What are your goals for the future?

Arian: To leave an inheritance for my children’s children.

16Dreams: Do you have any advice would you like to give young girls?

Arian: Yes, to keep your virginity til marriage it is sacred and if you haven’t then begin to be celibate to marriage. Be sure to pursue your dreams beyond any obstacles and live in the moment, no need to rush anything!

So whether you’re looking to have some fun, be fly, fabulous – or maybe all 3, I suggest you check out The Socialite Beauty Bar, located in Birmingham, MI. With the holiday season upon us The Socialite Beauty Bar is the Perfect place to go when you want to look your best or if you’re looking to relieve some stress. 

For those of you interested in pursuing a career as an entertainment professional – whether it be promoting movies, events or concerts, check out her books or sign up for one of her PR courses.  And if you’re really brave you can even participate in her PR Boot Camp!

Learn more about Arian and all the great things that she does by visiting her website: http://ariansimone.com/

Click the link and prepare to be inspired!

My first 16 Dreams interview goes to Michigan’s “Literary Diva” Sylvia Hubbard. And they don’t call her a diva for nothing! Not only is Sylvia the founder of the Motown Writer’s Network as well as the African-American Electronic Library Network (AAELN), she is the CEO of HubBooks Literary Services.

Sylvia is also an independent author, having written over 28 titles and counting. In addition to her role as an author and journalist, Sylvia is an experienced public speaker, having presented at conferences all across the U.S. and Canada. And that’s all while she’s busy managing over five different blogs, hosting the Michigan Literary Network Radio Show, teaching workshops, and raising her three children.  

16Dreams:  What year did you turn 16?

Sylvia: In 1987, I turned 16 years of age. Seems so long ago.

16Dreams: Where did you go to school?

Sylvia: During my teen years, I attended Cody High School in Detroit, Michigan.

16Dreams: What was the biggest challenge you faced at 16? How did you overcome it?

Sylvia: At the time I was in junior high. I didn’t think I was very popular at the time. I didn’t run with the popular crowd or in my day they called them cliques. While my father didn’t believe in buying into the trends and gave me hand me downs, I didn’t feel the prettiest or the smartest either. The cliques followed every fashion that was out there and could “afford” to do the other things that I couldn’t do. They even had cable at the time and video games while my father would not give me any of those things. I wanted to give into the frustration of not being able to be like the in crowd until I made a fascinating discovery right after our Easter break.

Right before Easter break I had written an article interviewing our outgoing principal and when we returned, everyone in the school had read the article; even teachers, counselors and other people from other schools. I came back to accolades of “great article,” “great writing” “wow, Sylvia.” The latter one I liked the most.

16Dreams: Was your “Sweet 16″ everything you hoped it would be? Why or why not?

Sylvia: My name was known and I realized I didn’t have to be a part of the clique or go with the flow to be popular. I just had to be myself and utilize my talents to make a difference. No it wasn’t everything I could have hoped. Every little girl wishes she had the blowout party of the year. My father coddled my older sister than he did me and she got the Sweet 16, whereas when my 16th birthday came, only my mother remembered it by calling my ten o’clock (the time I was born) that night to wish me Happy Birthday. My other family members remembered four days later and told me happy birthday. My brother thought it was hilarious no one remembered. To make up for it, my father asked me what I wanted and I asked for a Barbie doll because I usually had hand me downs. I’d never had a brand new Barbie. He bought me a Barbie doll which I still have to this day along with her dress she originally came in.

16Dreams: Who was your favorite author? Is it the same person now?

Sylvia: Actually it is. Johanna Lindsay. I’d started reading her at twelve and sinfully collected every one of her novels – even her reprints. To this day, I will spend my last dime to get anyone of her books. I’m still in love with her writing.

16Dreams: What genre did you gravitate toward in high school? Has that changed since then?

Sylvia: With Johanna Lindsay being a historical romance novelist, I really tried to be just like her, but the research was a pain in the butt to say the least. I gravitated to contemporary novels and more novels with “like me” characters in there. More African American books.

16Dreams: Where does your love of literature stem from?

Sylvia: My mother. She put all the old favorites in my hands. Shakespeare, Tolkien, Austen, even Plath starting when I was just five. She took me to libraries and museums where we would spend all day.

16Dreams: Who or what inspired you to pick up the pen?

Sylvia:  My mother … again. I would lie all the time when I was six years old. I would lie just to lie. After beating me within an inch of my life (because she knew I was lying) she would make me write my lies down and tell them out loud to her again. My pain became my passion and I could not stop writing lies down. I stop telling lies and began to write all day and all night and I don’t think I haven’t stopped.

16Dreams: In your opinion, what is the best part about being a writer?

Sylvia: There are two things. One is the braingasms. When writing and in the depth of my writing, I experience a culmination of neuro-chemicals that explode and mentally levitate me to a higher plain. Plots come upon me, Red Herrings are easily dropped and my word count hits a precipice envied by others. I’m addicted to them, which is why I write every day. No other chemical in the world could equate to when creativity takes over and leads the way to a more productive day. The second thing is the accolades I get from readers when they have literally drunk every word I have written and are able to almost recollect my fiction like factual details. I love that a lot!

16Dreams: Do you have any advice you would like to give aspiring authors?

Sylvia:  Writing is hard to keep doing when life gets in the way, but in those times when you feel you really don’t think you can write that’s when you need to do it the most.

So if you have ever considered pursuing your dream of becoming a writer or if you’re curious to find out why her readers call her the “Cliffhanger Queen” I encourage you to visit Sylvia’s website: http://sylviahubbard.com/. There you can check out her blog and read some of her work; including her current NaNaWriMo project in progress, Wicked Chances.

Ah, to be 16.  .  . Much like the main character Jordan Wright in my book, 16 Isn’t Always Sweet, I couldn’t wait until I turned 16. Like most teens, I was under the impression that turning 16 would grant me the independence I craved and make me seem more mature. Still, I know others who were terrified; who wish they could’ve turned back the hands of time, and stayed young forever. Some would even argue there is nothing sweet about turning 16, however, I disagree.

I think it’s safe to say being a teenager isn’t easy, and that sometimes, the lessons we learn at 16 tend to be more bittersweet than anything. It can be a trying time juggling school, sports, and after school activities, along with peer pressure, and family issues. But, it is also a year full of exciting firsts like the first time behind the wheel or landing your first job. Some of us are even lucky enough to experience our first love. And unfortunately, most times, our first heartbreak.

But what really makes 16 so special is that it marks the beginning of our transition from carefree youngsters to responsible adults.  For many of us, this is when we start to question who we really are and who we want to be. However, finding the answer to that question can prove especially difficult nowadays, when it seems like everyone has something to say about how you should look and how you should act. You have everyone telling you what you should do with your life, and at this point the only thing more fragile than your self-esteem is your dreams.

That’s why I wanted to start this blog. Most teenagers, and even some adults, are full of ambition with big dreams for the future, but they are unsure of how to achieve them or doubt they are even possible – just as I once did. So I decided to launch 16 Dreams in an effort to profile real people, whether already established or up-and-coming in their perspective industry, who are following their dreams, whatever they may be.

In each interview, you will get a glimpse of what life was like for them at 16, compared to what life is like for them now.  In doing so, I hope to address some of the problems facing today’s youth, while also highlighting the joys and freedoms that come along with being young.  At the same time, I hope to show my young readers that not only have these same people experienced the ups-and-downs of being 16, they managed to come out okay on the other side.

Let me be perfectly clear: this blog isn’t all about chasing fame and fortune. It’s about following your passion to success. It’s about showing people that your dreams do mean something and that with determination and resilience, it is possible to turn them into a reality because I truly believe it is just as much about the journey to the top as it is the destination.

So with all of that being said, WELCOME to my brand new blog 16 Dreams! With each entry I hope to inspire you, entertain you, and make you think.

Sweet Dreams! XOXO

Cassandra Carter