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"Tighten it up ladies!" The command from her sister bounced off the walls of the DMG rehearsal dance studio.
Her full and shapely figure stepped steadily in front of the mirrored wall, her deep gaze scrutinizing each and every body movements she choreographed for the four dancers and her sister. Carter Davis was more than just the sister of, she was a dancer—a successful one. She learned to dance as a kid and that led to her career in the dance world; touring, music videos, and eventually opening her own dance studio, R.O.E.D to Dance—the initials a play off her mother's name. She was the reason behind a good amount of dancers success that toured with the top artists today.
Carter's career in that world was all the reason she met the father of her sons; him being the older brother of famous singers and doing choreo with Mila J. She was the greatest at what she do and wanted to add creative director to her resumé.
Her sister's record, Caliber, played with her gaze holding that scrutiny once a deep and raspy voice boomed. "Why the fuck you ignoring me?!"
The anger had them all flinch, and gazes shot to the male storming in. Troy face scrunched up as he approached Courtney in fast strides, and noting his aggression, Carter jumped into her big sister protective mode and rushed over just as quickly as her sister's boy toy.
"Wha—" Courtney started, but was stopped by him near her face.
"Man, raise up," Carter pushed Troy and getting in front of her sister. She may have been shorter than the two but throwing hands was her first nature, not the second. "Don't get in my mutha fuckin' sister face with all that hostility."
With his scowl deepening, Troy looks at Carter. "Who talkin' to you?"
"Nigga, you—" Carter started, hyped and ready for Troy; but Courtney aware of her sisters temper, she spoke up.
"Okay, stop." she demanded. It was her turn to step in between Carter and Troy to prevent the tension from going any further before she quickly dismissed her dancers. Once they were out and the door closed, Courtney faced Troy with scrunched eyebrows. "What the hell is your problem—coming in here yelling and getting all in my fucking face?"
"Cause you not answering my calls and its been two days. I call today and my shit goin' to voicemail. So you tell me; the fuck is yo pro'lem?"
Carter released a low, unamused chuckle. "Watch yo' finger."
"Am I talkin' to you or her?" Troy asked, locking his gaze on Courtney. "Cause I know she don't like me."
"Sure don't, and what about it?"
Troy was amused, looking down slightly at Carter. "Quite frankly, sweet-heart, I do not give a fuck."
