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and dripping a little sweat
in order for my reputation as the ultimate event planner to remain
intact. And in this case, everything needed to be exceptional
because I was hell bent on impressing Grey. I went to make sure
that the alcohol had been situated at the bar the way that I
specified and was stopped by a mail courier.
     “Ms. Yukimura?”
     “Yes, what is it?” I asked curtly.
     “I have a package for you. Please sign
here.”
     The courier extended his clipboard and handed
me a pen. Draped over his shoulder was a large garment bag from
Nordstrom. I signed quickly, and the courier handed me the
garment bag as well as a shopping bag. He smiled and went on his
merry way, leaving me super confused. Attached to the garment bag
was a card. Curious, I snatched it off and laid the other items on
top of the bar.
     
      Work ends now. I know that this place is
going to look just how I envisioned it. So take your pretty ass to
9641 Sunset Boulevard and unwind. You’re my date tonight.
    -Grey
     
     I couldn’t contain my smile. I really thought I
was going to have to put in work to get his ass, but clearly I’d
done something right in the two weeks I’d known Grey. We’d worked
closely on getting everything ready for the grand opening, but he
had made sure that we remained professional. But now, not only was
he staking his claim, but he was also showering me with gifts, and
I hadn’t even given him a taste of the good stuff yet.  I
looked around at the club and decided that I couldn’t leave right
away. Even though I’d managed to snag Grey for the night, I knew he
wasn’t the type whose attention and interest was easy to maintain.
This party still needed to go off without a hitch. 
     An hour later, I walked out of the club and
drove my custom painted, plum colored Porsche Boxster GTS to the
Beverly Hills Hotel as the card instructed. When I arrived, the
desk clerk let me know that I was booked in the Presidential
Bungalow Suite. This nigga had really gone out his way! As soon as
I approached the door to my suite, I remembered I was at this hotel
without my essentials: my wand curler, my Carol’s Daughter hair
products, my extensive make-up collection, and my Jo Malone Red
Roses Body Wash. I used my key and entered the room anyway,
figuring I would set my things down and run back to my loft. Two
seconds after I closed the door, there was a knock. 
     I opened it and in barged a heavy set woman
with a large silver case and a rolling suit case, a tall slender
model-like man with a super beat face, and a fumbling mess of a
young girl looking as though she was going to fall over from the
weight of the things she was carrying in her hands. 
     “Excuse the fuck outta me? Who the hell are
ya’ll, and why are you in my suite?” I stopped them in the hallway
before they could get any further. 
     “Uh-uh, boo. TyTy don’t do attitudes. I came up
in here to beat a face, not beat some ass, but I will not hesitate
to throw dem hands, honey,” the man said. 
     “Do what you gotta do, but first you gon’ tell
me what you doing up in my suite!” I wasn’t going to let
up. 
     “I’m Princess.” Princess extended her hand to
me and I looked at that shit like it was drenched in Ebola. She
continued.  “That’s Tyrell, or TyTy as he likes to be called.
And that’s Lola, our assistant.” 
     “Again, the fuck are ya’ll doing in my suite?”
I didn’t know if these muthafuckas were deaf or dumb, but they
still hadn’t answered the question that I had now asked three
times. 
     “See, I told you this bitch was nuttier than
trail mix. Let me spell this out for you since you can’t put two
and two together.” TyTy clasped his hands together all extra
feminine like. “The man that bought that shit and paid for your
room called us in to hook you up for this boogie ass party you
about to attend, ok?”
     He pointed to the girl who’d introduced herself
as Princess. “She’s got your hair,