Heyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!! Wat is GOOD, yall? I am so excited, more excited than Janet Jackson, to be actually writin the sequel of Heartburn, Back 2 Love!!!!! This story will be off da chain, for real for real!!!!!!!!! Enjoy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

April 18th

Los Angeles, California

Ritz-Carlton Hotel

Suite 7005

7:15 P.M

Taylor stood in front of the oval-shaped, gold-rimmed mirror, smoothing out her black, silk chiffon Vera Wang dress. She crouched down to examine her matching black, crocodile Valentino pumps. She then stood back up to make sure her long, chestnut, luminous locks fell onto her shoulders in the way that they should. When everything was perfect, she took a deep breath, grabbed her Fendi clutch, and sat by the couch, waiting for a phone call, telling her it was time to come down.

Tonight was special for Taylor because she was about to receive the award she had been waiting for. The Nobel Peace prize. ( I know, that is really stupid, but I couldnt think of anything else.) She was going to be awarded for discovering a cure for the worlds deadliest epidemic, HIV/AIDS. (I know, I know, but please bear with me)

She had long dreamed for this award ever since she was five years old. Her progress in middle school, high school, and college made her determined to someday get this award. And at such a young age, too. Twenty-six.

The people who were there to support her one-hundred percent was of course, Mr. and Mrs. McKessie. They were the ones who encouraged her to pursue her dream, and were the ones who pushed her up in the time of trouble. Another person there was her good friend, Leticia Montgomery. She had met her freshman year at Cornell University, and they still remained good friends. She wished her best friend for a long time Gabriella would be here as well, but Gabriella was all the way in Australia, doing a study on kangaroos. (laugh if you want to) Troy, who was now married to her, accompanied her, with there eighteen-month old baby girl Leslee. He was taking a long break from his basketball career, which had hit the high point a year ago. Taylor was a little happy that they weren't there with her because they would still ramble on about how it was time for her to settle down and find a good man.

Settle down? Please. She didnt have time for that…that nonsense. Her career came first. Settling down with someone would rupture it. She did go on occasional dates, but nothing serious. Basically all the men she went out with were only after two things: her money, and her sex. There was really no one who looked beyond that.

Well, there was one. Chad Danforth, back in high school. He was her everything. She remembered the time when they got stuck in an elevator, waiting to meet Carmelo Anthony. It was the time where they shared their first kiss of many kisses they had shared. And after that, they were East Highs second cutest couple, after Troy and Gabriella. They continued to date, until the end of senior year. The end of senior year was one of the saddest times of her life. She and Chad had arguments that escalated. The last argument they had was about the two going to different colleges. She was going to Cornell, while he was going all the way to UCLA. Chad wanted to go separate ways, knowing that long-distance relationships don't work, while Taylor wanted to stay together. She was deeply in love with Chad, and didn't want to lose him. But sadly, Chad kept his word, and after graduation, the couple split.

Taylor shook her head, trying to get that miserable memory out of her head. Now was her night, and it had to be right. The phone then rang, and she picked it up. She answered with an 'okay', and hung up. Her stomach began twisting even more as she reached the door. When she opened it, she could not believe her eyes. In her face was a tall, broad-shouldered man with wild, bushy hair, and bright, brown eyes.

"Chad?" was all she could suppress.

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April 18th

Los Angeles, California

Ritz-Carlton Hotel

Suite 7006

7:15 P.M

"Thanks, Ill talk to you tomorrow. Oh, and say hi to Gabi and Leslee for me. Bye." Chad hung up the phone with a smile on his face. He hadn't seen his best friend for months now, and it gave him a good feeling to talk to him. He had wished they could be here to see him accept his award for being in the Hall of Fame.

Tonight was the night where LA Lakers star Chad Danforth was going to be in the basketball hall of fame. This was his dream, his desire, his destination. And it was now fulfilled.

All of his goals had been fulfilled, to be exact. First of all, he lived in a huge, six-bedroom mansion, with basketball courts, and tennis courts, and huge fields. He owned Bentleys, Cadillacs, Mercedes, BMWs, and had over $15 million dollars worth of jewelry, and expensive antiquities.

He had a huge amount of great friends, who he partied with at the hottest clubs, who he walked down the red carpet with, and who he spent his dough with. And of course, he had a great amount of women who threw themselves among him. Black, white, Hispanic, Asian; from African-Americans to Haitians, from Irish to Austrian, from Spanish to Argentinean, and from Chinese to Filipinos. Every girl from every race was always there, clinging to him. And he enjoyed that.

But he now had a lady in his life. Jolene Rochelle Sinclair, who was the daughter of James Sinclair III. James Sinclair III was one of the wealthiest black men on Wall street. He and Jolene have kept it a secret from the press, so there would be no drama. He believed he was in love with her, for who could not be when she passed as an exotic beauty. There had been very few times where he fell in love.

The first time had been with Taylor. Taylor McKessie had such an impact on him, he thought they would last forever. He was that deep in love. But one argument led to another, and BAM! That was the end. He felt so devastated, he replaced her with partying hard, and experimenting with life-threatening narcotics. But he escaped that corner, and went to become a rich baller. To him, his life was now complete.

He looked into the mirror once last time, making sure his bowtie on his tuxedo was even, and that his Armani cuff links were steady. He dusted off his Dior shoes, and took a deep breath. As he reached the door and opened it, he was taken aback by what he saw. In front of him was a medium-height, chocolate-skinned young woman, who had the same expression he had on her face.

"T-Taylor?" he said.

Hey-hey, wat do you think? I know its all mumbo-jumbo, but I believe that I should add more detail. I really like this chapter, and I hope you do too. So please, PRESS DA PURPLE BUTTON!!! Express your thoughts!!!! Adios!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!