Dave*I had been seated for a while, fingers tapping lightly against the table as I waited for the blind date my father had arranged. The pressure to marry sat heavy on my shoulders—as the only son, the responsibility rested squarely on my neck. I agreed to this nonsense not because I wanted to, but to calm my mother’s constant worry.My attention drifted when a woman nearby raised her voice, confronting her man about cheating.“Man, one of the reasons I hate marriage, dawg,” I muttered to my P.A—who was more brother than employee. “Just look at that.”“You still gotta marry, man,” he said. “Or you wanna die childless?”“There are plenty of kids to adopt,” I snapped. “You’re not even under pressure like me. Why is Father leaving you alone and breathing down my neck?”“Last time I checked,” he smirked, “I’m not the only son. You are. Stay woke.”“You’re enjoying this, huh?” I scoffed. His grin said it all.“I’m heading to the restroom,” I said, standing. “If she’s not here when I’m bac
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