Page 2 of Needing Forever

Promisingalways32: Send unwanted nip pics.

Needingforever22: Ha, it doesn't surprise me women are just as pervy as men.

Promisingalways32: lol, would you like to go on a date with me tomorrow?

Needingforever22: Sure just know I like to eat steak and potatoes so no nasty vegan crap.

Promisingalways32: Haha, Steak and potatoes it is... pick you up around 7?

Needingforever22: Okay

“What the fuck, I told him where I live like some kind of dumbass he could be some kind of crazy person.” I glare at Snooky like he actually had something to do with this. “Why didn't you stop me?” He huffs and walks into the kitchen. I exit out of the messenger box and go onto his profile page.Sweet baby Jesus!He is gorgeous. Fuck, I guess it’s a good I’m tired of playing it safe. I grab my coffee cup and make my way downstairs Snooky following behind me. “If you think he is a creep you can bite is balls off okay?” I tell him. He barks once and wags his tail.

Time to get to work. Seven will be here before I know it.

Chapter Two

Clayton Dickerson

“Hey, boss, where’d you go?” I look up to see Stan, my assistant, looking at me weirdly.

“Nowhere. I have been here all day,” I respond, returning his weird look. God, if he wasn’t my brother in law, I would have told him to go fuck himself. Other than being nosy, he’s the best damn assistant I’ve ever had.

“Your body might be here but you sure aren't. I have been calling your name for the last five minutes,” he says impatiently. I shake my head to clear it.

“Sorry, I just have an important, um, meeting tonight and it needs to go perfect.” I hedge. I’m not exactly lying. I am meeting someone.

“You have a meeting? I didn't see it on the calendar. Did I miss it?” he asks concerned, while frantically looking through his iPad.

“No, you’re fine. It is a personal meeting.” He visibly relaxes

“Okay, if there is anything you need just let me know,” he says walking out of my office. The damn goddess from last night has had me up all night. I knew the moment I laid eyes on her picture that she was going to be mine. I haven't been with a woman in longer then I can remember.

I was too busy trying to get my law practice up and running. By the time I was done doing that, I was suddenly thirty-two and looking forthe one. That is extremely hard to find when women know how much you are worth, so I tried something new. A dating site, Let’s Try Love. It was so out of the realm of normal for me, but I figured that it couldn’t hurt to try. It was a little unconventional but I am desperate. I am tired of being alone and tired of not having someone I can call my own.

I have the house, the car, and the job. Now it's time for me to get the girl. I’ve been on the app for over a month only getting crazy ass women trying to sell me sex tapes of themselves.

I had given up on finding anyone on this site when her profile came up. I knew it was fate and had to take a chance. I rub my temples, accepting the fact that I will not be getting any work done today. I take off my tie and unbutton my first two buttons of my crisp white shirt. I lost the jacket as soon as I came in from the courthouse hours ago.

Beautiful Shaye is everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman. I give up working, since it’s five-thirty, grabbing my jacket, I head out into the common area.

“Are you sick?” Stan asks, looking up from his laptop.

“What?”

“You never leave before eight. Are you sure you’re okay, man?”

“Yes. The meeting, remember?”

“Oh, right. I’ll head out now too if that’s okay?” he asks. “I want to take Clint out to dinner tonight.” Did I mention that Stan is married to my twin brother, Clint? Their son, Rudy, is only two months old. They had him via surrogate. They aren’t sure which one of them is the actual father but man he is so cute. If I am honest, that’s what got me thinking so much about having a family.

“Of course. Give my love to him and Rudy. See you guys at Mama’s on Sunday.” It’s Nascar season and if the Dickerson’s love anything as a whole, it’s freaking Nascar.

“Will do.” I walk outside. I haven’t seen the early evening sun in weeks, but it’s nice out. Getting into my Mercedes G Wagon, I pull out and head home. I am meeting her at O'Flannigans in Charlottesville. The restaurant is casual and nearby but I want to shower and change before meeting her. My house is on the outskirts of town, about fifteen minutes from my office.

At home, I shower quickly and get dressed. I feed the cat, Bob. Bob, the girl cat, Dickerson is her full name. She’s actually my sister, Talia’s cat. Talia might be insane but she is brilliant. Talia is studying abroad in Portugal this semester. Since my parents have two Bull Mastiffs, I volunteered to cat sit. Heading back out, I opt to take my BMW. It’ll get me there faster.

I make it to the restaurant in record time. I’m a little early, but I am surprised to see her sitting at a high top table in the bar area. She is drinking a margarita. She looks amazing in a purple dress and sky-high heels. She is looking at something on her phone. I growl inwardly. She better not be making another fucking date on Let’s Try Love. I don’t know what I’d do.

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