Page 4 of Passion

Since this was a paid service, it would greatly benefit them if they made sure no one could complain about the process. This was very unorthodox, but I knew as time went on, it would gain popularity simply because of their success rate. That was what gave me the courage to inquire about their services, hoping I could have my own success story.

Once I got home, I hurriedly hopped in the shower and handled my hygiene then got back into my ride, all in a matter of thirty minutes. My interview was in twenty minutes, and I lived fifteen minutes away. Talk about pushing it to the limit. It seemed I was always late for shit. People used to think I was late because I was a metrosexual. I always strived to look my best, like I’d taken hours to put together the perfect ensemble, but that was never the reason I was late.

Working magic.

Taking care of animals.

Repairing what was once broken.

Maintaining health.

I loved what I did, but I was hoping I would be able to be matched with a woman who could make me lose myself simply from her aura. However, I was doing my best not to get my hopes up. I would be marrying a woman at first sight… literally meeting her at the altar. I had to accept that sparks may not fly immediately. It could be a slow burn.

The dominant side of me was hoping she was a freak, though, who just went with the flow. I wanted to fuck her whole life up at first sight. I was a nasty ass Scorpio and a Q-Dawg. My ideal woman was just as much of a freak as I was. I wanted her to fuck my life up as well. Just from her stare… I wanted that shit to be so powerful until it had me diving between her legs headfirst. I wanted an angel with a hint of Satan in her.

The freak in me had been subdued for two years. I wasn’t celibate, but no woman had been getting everything I had to offer. I wanted to reserve that for the woman I would marry. Whoever she was, I hoped she was ready for a nigga like me.

When I parked in the parking lot at Arranged Hearts, I had exactly six minutes until my interview. Shit. It was a good thing I’d filled out the questionnaire online. Had I not, I would have definitely been giving off a horrible first impression. I walked in and glanced around. The fountain in the middle was a nice touch. It put off a relaxing ambiance.

As I got to the desk, my phone was vibrating in my pocket. That was either one of my parents or my office. Both could wait for me to check in. “Good evening! How can I help you?”

“My name is Gentry Fleming, and I have an interview with Kerri.”

“Perfect. Did you fill out the questionnaire online?”

“Yes, ma’am. Good thing, since I was almost late.”

She chuckled. “Yes, good thing. Follow me.”

I pulled my phone from my suit pants pocket to see a missed call from my mom and a text. Opening it quickly, I saw she’d sent, Good luck on your interview today. Although I’m still skeptical about it, I hope for the best.

I sent a quick reply, thanking her, then entered the room I was led to. When I walked inside, a beautiful curvaceous woman was standing there with a smile. Damn. She was fine as fuck. I glanced down at her hand to see she was already married. “Good evening, Mr. Fleming. I’m Kerri,” she said, extending her hand.

“Hello, Kerri. It’s nice to meet you.”

She smiled again and said, “Have a seat. We’ll get right to it. From what I could comprehend from your questionnaire, your time is usually limited. I’ll make this as quick as possible.”

“Naw. Take your time. This is important, and I want to make sure my desires are completely understood. I have an assistant and an intern. They can handle any call-ins.”

“Perfect. Thank you, Mr. Fleming.”

“Call me Gentry.”

She nodded politely then averted her attention to her screen. “So the first question was what are the most important values you look for in a partner. You answered honesty, consideration, and loyalty. I know we said three, but are there any more you’d like to list?”

I thought for a millisecond, then responded, “Kindness. I need a woman with a kind spirit, because there are times I can be downright rude and petty. I mean… I don’t want her to be a pushover, but I do want her to be able to calm me simply by me being in her presence.”

She smiled slightly. “That’s beautiful. She should be a source of peace. Which three qualities are absolute must-haves in your ideal match? You responded that she should have a sense of humor, be stubbornly confident, and considerate slash unselfish. Do you care to elaborate on your response of stubbornly confident?”

“Yeah, sure. What I mean by that is when she’s taken all the facts of a situation into consideration and have drawn a conclusion that she believes in, she should stick to her guns. But that’s only after she’s well-informed. I don’t want a woman that will sway whichever way the wind blows.”

“Okay. I understand that a lot better.”

The way she smirked made me feel good. It was like her wheels were already turning. I liked that. She’d probably interviewed someone already that she had in mind to match me with. She made a few notes on her computer then looked up at me again, displaying a beautiful smile.

“Do you have a preference for your partner's education level or career path?” She looked up at me and smiled. “I loved your response. You said no. As long as she isn’t a dummy.” She chuckled then continued. “You continued by saying that you didn’t mind taking on the role of provider, if necessary. That you were open to love, regardless of if they furthered their education or not.”

I nodded. There was no further explanation needed. I was old school in a sense when it came to that. It was my job as a man to provide for and take care of my woman. I didn’t mind doing that, especially if she took care of me in return. If she was career driven, that was fine too. We would make the perfect power couple.

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