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Date Night


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He actually wanted to go on a date!

I was too excited to pretend that I wasn’t excited but I was scared. I saw myself actually falling for this man but what was his angle?

What was his reason for wanting even a date? He was getting pussy and then some, he didn’t have to pretend that he wanted more of my company. Whatever the reason I said to myself it was a free meal and free drinks. While I was in mid thought my phone rang.

“So how does a home cooked meal sound?” James asked.

“Ummm. Okay I guess. Who’s cooking again?” I asked wondering if this man was about to make me cook my own food on this date.

He laughed. “No MJ. You’re not cooking. Please get ready tonight for 7pm.”

I hung up with a smile on my face but then I dropped my phone…

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