Don't Date Him Name Search Novels & Stories

“And I can help end it. Tell everyone we're dating and no one will pay attention to what happened in the locker room and the dorm. They'll even think it's an invasion of privacy and take down their articles.” “Not Kelsey though.” “Come on. Let's give it a shot. You won't know till you try it.” “I’m not dating you.” “Then I'll leave.” “Fine,” I hissed. “Jesus. I'll date you. Fake-date you.” “Yay.” Jericho giggled and threw her arms around me. I barely caught myself and we tumbled to the floor. Just then, I heard the sound of a camera click and turned. Kelsey Sawyer had taken our picture and this time she winked.

I don't think he knows how she has been messing with me. “ So, you don't remember the girl you went on a date with at my workplace, then canceled it?” I explain. "Oh, her," He mumbles. "I can't even remember her name. I can't be expected to remember every random person I have been with." My eyebrows shoot up. He is really something. A typical example of a fuck boy. He can't even remember the name of someone he has been with, and yet has the nerve to refer to them as "random people."

She had no feelings for him again and had already moved on. “I need to tell him that I'm not interested in anything romantic with him again.” she thought to herself aloud. She took out his card from her bag and stared at it. “Damian Wood” That was the name that was engraved boldly on the card. The name that once made her heart skip. Four years later, it still made her heart skip, but negatively. She quickly typed his name into the search engine. She realized that she knew basically nothing about him. He looked quite rich when they met, but still, she needed to find out something for herself. The search brought out few results that weren't useful to her quest. She could rarely find out anythi

“With the girl you’re in love with.” “I didn’t say that.” “You don’t have to. Your face does.” I throw a sock at him. He catches it. “Okay, real question. Do you remember how to go on a date?” “Yes.” “Are you sure? Because you don’t usually date. You… appear. Charm. Disappear.” “That is not true.” “That is extremely true,” he says. “You’re a romantic comet. Very bright. Very brief.” I glare at him. “I can handle this.”

I ignore her. I open I*******m first, fingers flying with impatient precision. I scroll through my explore page like I’m hunting for a ghost—faces blur together, influencers posing, rich boys flexing watches and cars, men who would fall at my feet with one smile. None of them are him. I go to the search bar. Fuck! I don't even know his name. I type random letters. Delete. Type again. Delete again. Nothing feels right. My chest tightens. I switch to F******k, my last real hope.

“I’m um…I’m looking for someone, we’re supposed to meet up at the bar. You’re coming from there, right? Can you help me find her?” I actually didn’t want to do that, I just wanted to walk away and sit at a table in the corner and drink until my date showed up or not. But there was something about this guy that I just…he had captured my attention fully. And I felt like he could ask me to do anything right now and I would do it. Pretty privilege, I guess. “Do you know her name?” My annoyance had faded at this point. “Not really,” he chuckled the words out. “We met on a dating app. So I only know her user name.” He shrugged.

The battle would be over before it began. Maleek Date had a purpose now. He had seventy-two hours to make her see him for what he wanted to be. As he approached the campus that was known for its culinary arts program, he wondered if this would be the last time he made this drive or would he be picking her up more often. He hoped beyond all hope that it was the latter and not the former. It all hinged on one very stubborn eighteen-year-old girl. He was getting nervous.

He waited as saw the typing icon. Then the text dropped. “Please don't kill me” The text came with a smiley emoji, “Actually, I set you up on a date with this dude that has been begging me to link you both up. He's nice. You'll like him. Please don't kill me when you get back.” Luke gritted his teeth in utter exasperation and cursed under his breath. That imbecile! He should have known! He should leave as soon as possible before the date arrives!

This was not adding up. Just then I remembered how popular he was as a billionaire here in the US. So I picked up my phone and searched for him online. I sat down and went through article after article. His relationship wasn't so public but when I dug deep enough I found out that he was speculated to be dating her and finally I was able to get her full name. Tasha Whitman. I compared her name to mine. "Olive Moretti, Tasha Whitman," I said both simulating a lever and fulcrum with my hands. "Mine sounds better," I said and shrugged not caring if anyone thought otherwise.

“To whom?” “His name’s David Knight.” She blinked. “Wait… Knight? That sounds familiar.” “Yeah, it's no surprise that you might know him, he's quite popular, especially in the world of business. “Oh!” She gasped. “I really do not know him, but the name Knight rings a bell” Before I could ask, she leaned in with a smirk. “Well, I’m also dating a knight too.” “What?” “I’m seeing someone.” “That’s great. Who’s that?”