After a recently failed engagement, Phillip Gooden is burying himself in work at this therapy practice to avoid dealing with his problems. Dr. Gooden isn’t the typical, dull therapist. He has some unusual ways of addressing his patients’ concerns. From anger management and infidelity to intimacy issues and marital woes, he always makes his clients feel better. Many of his female clients think of him as Dr. Feelgood; however, Phil’s biggest challenge is making himself feel good again by letting go of his past. Between the problematic patients he counsels, the ridiculous antics and issues of his coworker and best friend, and his constant bad luck with dating, he’s trying not to lose his own mind. After all, he is Dr. Feelgood! Christian Keyes was born in Detroit, Michigan. An experienced actor and singer, he has several movie and television credits on his growing list of accomplishments. His face has graced the cover of multiple national and online magazines, and his YouTube music videos have been viewed hundreds of thousands of times. He is a multi-talented man whose star is on the rise. His titles include Dr. Feelgood, Gravity, and Ladies Night. Dr. Feelgood: Carl Weber Presents By Christian Keyes Urban Books, LLC Copyright © 2016 Christian Keyes All rights reserved. ISBN: 978-1-62286-956-5 CHAPTER 1 The sun peeked through the blinds and landed on Phil's broad shoulders. He sat at his desk in his office, deep in thought. It was 4:30, Friday afternoon. The city streets and expressways were lined with cars full of people rushing to get home. Traffic was barely moving on every major street, and any expressway was a parking lot. The L.A. skyline was still strong, busy, and beautiful, leading to 2600 Olive Street, the building that housed the offices of therapists Dr. Phillip Gooden and Dr. Marcus Collins. Phil clenched the muscles in his jaw, and the tension showed through the low but groomed beard he was sporting. He focused his intense brown eyes on the small, cherry-wood box in his hand. It reflected the light as he raised it up to get a better look at it. There was no turning back now, he thought. Shit just got real, and he knew it would get even more so once Denise finally arrived. She was always late, but he didn't mind. She usually made a grand, or at least memorable, entrance when she did finally show up; and somehow, no matter how irritated he was by her tardiness, one flash of her million-dollar smile and the world was great again. Phil leaned back in his chocolate brown leather desk chair and glanced at the rose-gold Meister watch that hugged his right wrist. He was getting more nervous by the minute, knowing that she would be there shortly. He stood up and assessed his appearance. The tailored, three-piece black DKNY suit he was wearing fit him like a glove — not too tight, just right. He looked like a professional athlete, standing a chiseled six feet, three inches tall and 200 pounds, with creamy peanut-butter skin. Phil began to pace back and forth. "How will I ask?" he wondered out loud. "What if she says no? Maybe I shouldn't ask her today. Perhaps I should wait for a better time." He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and shook off the nerves. The knock on the door snapped him back to reality. Showtime. "Just a second," he said as he hurried to the desk to hide the box in his drawer and sit down. Once he'd done so, he put on the façade of a cool, calm, and collected gentleman, knowing inside he was as nervous as a sinner in church on Sunday. "Come on in." The office door cracked open. Damn, he thought as Denise sauntered into the room with that "I know I'm late, but I'm beautiful, so it's okay" look on her face. And it was okay. "Good afternoon, Dr. Gooden," she said as she pulled the door closed behind her. Phil knew right away what she had in mind. She looked at him like lunch, with those big, pretty brown eyes of hers. A smile cascaded across her face as she slowly started undressing. Phil's nerves vanished as if they hadn't consumed him just seconds ago. Denise had that effect on him, though. She could make him forget all about his troubles — and make him want to get into a little trouble with her. "Lock the door," Phil said, and Denise did as she was told. She always did. It was one of the many things that Phil loved about her. She was such an accommodating and enthusiastic lover. Phil couldn't remember a day in the last several months that they hadn't made love, and him getting head was a daily thing. Who said black women didn't go down? They surely weren't talking about Denise. She met all of Phil's desires and then some. Why would he not want this forever, especially considering the fact that he loved her immensely? Phil looked up and saw that she had slipped off her shirt and skirt and was now standing