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New York. I’m sure you meet hundreds of girls who all say they want to be an actress.”
    “No, they mostly say they are models. But it doesn’t matter because they’re not you. If you want to be an actress and you’re willing to put in the work to make it happen then you should give it your all. I remember growing up when I would tell people I wanted to play in the NBA they would clown me and say it would never happen. My first year in the league I was named Rookie Of The Year, I have a huge Nike endorsement and I’m the star player for the New York Knicks. If I‘d listened to all those people who clowned me none of that would’ve happened. So never let someone kill your dreams if you’re willing to put in the work to make it happen.”
    “Thank you for sharing that with me.”
    “See that, I was able to put a smile on your face.”
    “Finally, our food is here, let’s eat,” I heard Diamond say. Our dinner arrived right on time. I welcomed the diversion because Kirk was starting to make me feel a certain kind of way. With his six-foot-four inch muscular frame, dark eyes and chiseled model face it would be easy to find Kirk physically attractive but me thinking he would behave like the typical arrogant athlete made him almost repulsive to me. But I was starting to believe my preconceived notion of him was wrong and that scared me. I was already dealing with having a fucked up relationship with Michael and bringing Kirk in the mix would just make shit even more complicated. So I decided to eat my food and limit my conversation with Kirk for the rest of the night.
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    “You didn’t have to take me home, but thank you,” I said to Kirk when we pulled up to the front of my apartment on Central Park West.
    “I wanted to. You seemed to be ignoring me throughout dinner and I figured this might be my last chance to plead my case.”
    “Plead your case…and what case would that be?”
    “You already know. I think you’re just trying to be difficult but so you know I’m not giving up.” He gave me a half smile that made him even sexier.
    “Kirk, I’m flattered that you’re interested in me but it wouldn’t work between us.”
    “Cut it out, Kennedy. How would you know if you’re not willing to give it a try?”
    “I don’t want to try.”
    “Really?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. “I don’t believe you.”
    “It doesn’t matter what you believe. Again, thanks for the ride home.” As I was opening the door to exit, Kirk reached over and grabbed my arm. “What is it?”
    “Here,” he said handing me a piece of paper. “Take my number, in case you change your mind.”
    “I won’t.”
    “Just take it,” he insisted. I took the paper and put it in my purse. We made eye contact one last time before I told him goodnight and stepped out his car. I didn’t look back but I could feel him staring at me as I went inside my building. The doorman was holding the door for me as I walked up. I could see he was trying to figure out who was the driver of the four-door cocaine white Bentley I just got out of. I was about to tell him to stop being nosey but kept it moving to the elevator. On my way up I opened up my purse and opened up the paper that had Kirk’s number on it. I knew I should ball it up and throw it away but something held me back. I folded the paper back up and put it in my purse.
    As I walked down the hallway to my apartment I kept thinking about Kirk’s smile and the last words he said to me. He seemed so genuine but then again from my experience all men started off that way but once they got you they got brand new. Forget Kirk McKnight. The only thing I need to concentrate on is getting my life together and having a career. I can’t be just the girlfriend of Michael Frost forever, I thought to myself as I opened the door to go inside my apartment. When I tossed my purse and keys down on the table and turned on the light I was startled to see Michael sitting on the