Self Righteous (Bryson Tiller) *FAST UPDATES*

4 - I bet

"So who's that chick over there? Giving me the ugly stare? The one with the silicone ass? And the Brazilian hair? You ain't gon respect me no no no til I ain't there. See, I got You comfortable now you ain't really scared." -Ciara

*7 years later*

Heaven.

I woke up, and did my morning routine as I got ready to go in the hospital where I worked as a plastic surgeon.

After I was done completely, I put on my white jacket as I examined myself in the mirror smiling.

I can say I was living good these days. After I graduated I went to medical school for 3 years, and got my doctorial degree which I was always fascinated with.

I live in house with 3 floors, and I can say it is nice besides the fact I have no one living here with me. I have been so into being successful I didn't talk to any guys when I got to school, and I was so hung up on Bryson I couldn't.

I haven't heard from him ever since that day I left. He did attempt to try and talk to me but each time I denied because of the way he did me...Not really wanting to hear any explanation.

My dad was the biggest kingpin in Atlanta now where we lived. My family decided to relocate here because nothing was left for them in Kentucky. My dad payed for all there livings, and my mom stopped working and lives off him in a mansion with my brother's, and sisters.

For me.. I payed for my own stuff because I was a grown woman, and didn't want a man to take care of me. I always been the type to want to do stuff on my own anyways. I am happy for all of us that we no longer live the lifestyle we used to live.

After I was done, I grabbed my purse, phone, and my keys as I headed out the house making sure I locked the door behind me.

I sat on my computer at my desk looking through all the people who set up appointments while I ate a honey bun.

I didn't have a patient until 5, but I did have some to come in to have a check-up at 2, and it was almost 1:45.

I was known as one of the best plastic surgeons in Atlanta, and I love my job. To see people happy because of me, and what I did made me feel good.

"Hey, Hey, Hey!!" One of the older workers barged in. I laughed because this lady acted like she was one of my friends the way she carried herself.

In reality she was a 45 year old woman, who seemed to be fascinated with me ever since I got here about 2 years ago.

"Hey Rebecca." I smiled making sure everything was right on my computer.

"How many patients do you have today?" She asked rolling around in a rolley chair she sat in.

"Just one, and I have a check up in about ten minutes. I'm not doing any surgery today though. Why what's up?"

"What's up? You." She said smiling.

I probably acted more mature than her, but I can say I love this woman. She was fun.

"Me?" I chuckled.

"Yup. You need a man, and I think I found one for you." She smirked.

"You found me..a man??" I questioned.

"Mhm." I laughed at her gesture. I haven't dated anyone outside from Bryson, and I wasn't looking forward to dating.

I was too caught up in my job, and getting stuff done... making my patients happy.

"What's funny?"

"I'm sorry, I appreciate you, and everything... but I don't need a man. I probably wouldn't be able to even supply to his needs because I am always busy. My life is just.. to complicated for a man.. No thank you."