To Hate, To Love, And To Wed
Once, he forgot himself and said, “this is supposed to be an arranged marriage, and if what I know about such arrangements is true, then we don’t need to know each other to be married.”
When he said it, I eyed him, pretending like I was upset and he immediately apologized for crossing the line.
I’m telling you, they were not wrong when they said: Men love bitches. Men love women they’re afraid of and women who know how to quietly exert their power on them.
“Take a girl out on a date first, Mr. Black,” I say with a sly smile, blinking innocently when his eyes meet mine in the mirror.
“So? Are you saying I can ask you again while we’re on a date?” He probes.
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