Don't Date Him Name Search Novels & Stories

She ended up accidentally following, liking and all that shit. Also I wanted to search him up myself, without the influence of Mari’s stalking in my mind. So what did I do? “His name is Damien,” I cautiously said. “Damien? Okay, at last we’re getting somewhere, last name?” She asked me while she typed in Damien in the search bar. I crossed my fingers, “Damien Alexander,” I replied. It wasn’t technically a lie, was it? It was his name. “Okay? So which one is he?” She showed me a lineup of pictures on an app.

He was close, very close to knowing if she was the same girl he spent three years searching for, and her name was the lottery ticket. There was something about the girl that made him think he knew her, only one way to find out was through her name but he is no match for the possessive boyfriend. He remembered Rex Angelo, America’s top billionaire, and first-class womanizer. How could someone like him date a minor publicly it was so obscure. “This news will hit the public faster than I thought.” James smirked wickedly as his eyes stares at the couple leaving the beach.

A forward from another team slid into the open space beside me. He was tall, had an easy smile, and was the kind of guy who thought having charm was a personality. His name was something like Brett or Brent. I didn’t catch it clearly over the music. “You are Tyler’s girl, right?” he asked, leaning in just enough that I caught the beer on his breath. “Gotta say, he didn’t mention how good you look in person. Damn!” I didn't know if I should take that as a compliment or not, but I gave a polite smile and shifted half a step away.

I emailed Carl as soon as I was alone, typing out my instructions. “Do a background check on this guy. His name is Jake Wilson, and this is his profile on a dating site.” I had a sinking feeling in my stomach, one that made me question whether I was really doing the right thing, but all I could think about was helping Justin regain the love of his life.

"No, no luck yet. I guess I'm just not going to find anyone that's going to replace your mom, you know?" "Well, you know you aren't trying to replace her, right? You're just finding someone to spend some time with." Don smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I know son. It was a poor choice of words." Dexter sighed. "Okay. Well, let me know if you need any help. I can send Jessie over to help refine the search or update your profile." Don nodded. "I appreciate it," he said. "I'm just probably done for now. I'm tired of crappy dates and crazy women."

He really brought me to New York. I didn't even bring my phone, I was so dumb to put it on my bed. "You made me hate you." I said. "Nice try." "I'm dating someone else, I'm not interested in you." "Who?" He asked. "Justin." "Yeah, Justin just went on a date yesterday so.. nice try." God damn it! "I have a date on Sunday." "Really? That's great, count me in!" "Darren!" I hissed. "Yes, Juliet?"

“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?”

“Work has been crazy. I’ve been picking up extra shifts left and right until we can hire somebody new. It sucks.” “Darn. I was hoping,” I said solemnly. “Yeah, I know. Me too,” she said. “Now quit changing the subject! I want to know more about this date! Tell me everything.” I gave an obnoxious sigh into the phone before I began, “Well, his name is Gabe. He’s a business owner.” “Nice!” she interrupted. “Maybe that means he’ll pay for dinner this time!” I laughed and started filling out a date request on the website. “A girl can dream.”

he asks. I huff out a dry laugh and sigh. I still can’t believe my luck, that the best match the app could make for me was with a male who doesn’t actually want a mate. A male who doesn’t even date. How or why he’s even on the app is beyond me. “I said, since we’re not mates, there is no reason for me to try to wrangle you into another date.” He shakes his head, clearing whatever thoughts he has there. “Right,” he says, rubbing his short beard. “Right. That would — that would be silly. A waste of your time.”

Don asks. “Ohh, I heard your friends call you Don. There are a lot of Dons in this world. It is not like you are the only person in the world with the name Don. Anyway, I think you should go home. Your jacket is worth more than my whole year's pay,” I say. “My name is Dante Angelo,” Don says. “Then why the hell do they call you Don? Shouldn’t take all you Dan?” I ask. “I am Don Dante Angelo,” He says as if it were important information.