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I take a step only to be stopped by his voice again, "What about what we spoke about last time? I remember asking you out on a date and you saying you'd get back to me. That was five days ago." I stifle a hiss, "I'm still thinking about it. I haven't really had that much time to think about dates with all the excitement going on in the pack." I stuff down the urge to throw myself down the stairs when he pushes off the wall and walks towards me. What the fuck did he say his name was again? Colin. That’s it. Brown hair and green eyes, a handsome face, but from the way he speaks I can already tell he'll be a wimp in bed. He steps a respectful distance from me and begins gently.

I'm not scared to go there, but I'm just confused. She murmured, "Why shouldn't I visit one of his other clubs?" She grinned and grabbed her phone to search for his clubs. "Wait, I don't even know his name." When she was about to type on G****e, she realized that she didn't even know his name and made a pout. "First, I should search for his club, which I visited last week, to find out his name." She typed, 'who is the owner of the Red Dot Club?' and after tapping the search icon, she eagerly awaited the results.

"I don't know. I still feel sad about it. No matter how hard I try to understand it." I could sense him looking at me while I'm eating. But I still couldn't help but get sad about it. Imagine, I got so excited about it that I've been checking my phone to see if he messaged me or not. Then it ended up like this. Neil wouldn't understand me anyway. "What do you usually want to do on a date?” he asked. I don’t even know if that’s necessary to our topic or he just wants something to talk about. “I honestly don’t know. What do people usually do on a date?”

But I did not smile. “It did not escalate to the media.” “It is okay. If Miss Mia is what you want as a girlfriend, then I think it is okay.” Professor Naomi, one of the sponsors who had been quiet all this time, spoke for the first time. “I do not think we should care who he dates.” She turned to the others. “I mean, someone like Mr. Hayes having a girlfriend...” She stopped, smiling. “...is something that we all should be proud of. He is changing.” Professor Naomi finished, widening her smile.

“I don’t care about fame or anything. I’ve never had to. All of this didn’t happen with you.” “I’m not a billionaire.” Alan lets out a slightly irritated snort. “Look, I’m really, really sorry for having to burst your bubble, but if you want to date my uncle, this crap is going to be a part of it, whether you like it or not. If you can’t accept it, then you’ll need to end things with uncle Archie before it drags you down even further.”

Alora It never ceases to amaze me how stupid some people are. I mean, really, he’s a serial killer and you expect him to fall madly in love with you and the two of you to ride off into the sunset or something? He’s a psychopath, and they don’t love anyone. So, it just goes right over my head. So, when some woman thinks she’s found the man of her dreams, in the psych unit of a prison, it just doesn’t compute with me. That’s not a location that screams love and romance to me.

I was finally going on my first date, with the dreamy and hot Alexander Walters. Okay, when I was agreeing to a date with Alex, I think I forgot one tiny little detail. What the hell was I going to wear? I had literally no clothes befitting a date. All I had were jeans and T–shirts which seemed twice my size. Alexander was talking about going all out with the date, meaning he wanted to take me somewhere fancy I presume he had the money and resources for that so I won’t be surprised. But that means I had to wear something classy and dare I say it, sexy. I had nothing sexy and I wasn’t even sure if I could be called sexy.

I need to heal myself of the love that never was in order to free my heart from the shackles of a broken dream. "No, I didn't think of it as a date. I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression. I meant like friends, I assure you I'm not looking for anything romantic anytime soon." He says with a heavy weight on his chest, perhaps he also suffered from love problems in his past. "Then I'll gladly have some drinks with you. Besides I'm in no rush to go home, my mother will probably be waiting for me to hear everything about my night."

His fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his palms. "Send word out. Search across the entire country for Diana Harper. I don't care what it takes or what it costs. Find her!"

“So, I've been having a hard time finding a prom date–” “You?” she cut me off incredulously. “Are the boys at that school blind?” “Clearly,” I agreed quickly, eager to get to the point. “But it doesn't matter anymore.” “Are you going to miss the prom?” she asked. “No. I found someone to go with me. I called a helpline to vent, and guess what. The guy agreed to be my date.” “What? A stranger? Are you crazy?” “He was nice!” “Do you even know his name?”