The Wrong Blind Date Novels & Stories

Blind Date Something Ethan never expected he’d ever get himself involved with, but here he was, stepping down from an Uber and ready to meet a girl he had no idea about, apart from the profile with primary details his mother had showed him. He decided to start with women first; if that didn’t work, he’d go for men and see if any of them would work. He walked in, finding the table empty. He had come fifteen minutes early so he wouldn’t keep the woman waiting.

“See? This is the app’s name. It matches you based on vibes not just looks. It has this blind mode where you do not even see faces at first. Kind of mysterious right? People say the first dates feel intense because of that.” I looked at the screen but tried to act like I did not care. “Blind mode? That sounds even worse. What if you match with some creep? No way. I am good with my books and my messed up life.” Ethan laughed again and nudged my arm. “You say that but your face is turning red already. What are you hiding? Bad breakup or something? Or maybe you had a wild night recently and now you are scared of more fun?” My stomach flipped. The dream flashed in my head again. The blindfold. C

“You usually come on blind dates with the thought of fucking the women? Really?” “Yes.” What? Blind what? “No. No. What the hell is going on? This isn’t a blind date. Francis told me…” That goddamn son of a bitch. “Francis!” We yelled at the same time. Minutes passed and the misunderstanding was cleared. I needed someone to fuck, but my matchmaking friend thought what I needed was to ‘try again’ with another woman and made plans for me to meet Dr. Clarissa, his other widowed old friend, hoping we what? Click and my balls automatically become empty.

"That's a deflection." "That's a fact." "We'll see," Declan said, pulling back as the server arrived. Halfway through the main course, Sloane’s phone vibrated inside her clutch. She ignored it. Then it vibrated again. And a third time. She slipped her hand into the leather bag beneath the table, shielding the screen with her palm. Bridget had posted to her private story. A mirror shot at a lounge downtown—a club owned by an associate of Elliot Vance. The location tag flashed under purple neon lights.

She began to doubt she would ever find the right man to be her husband. "I know, but I don't have a choice. There isn't a single man who suits me so far." "There is always a choice!" Ellena hit the table excitedly. “Have you ever tried a blind date?” “I have, and I was traumatized because it didn't work out. The guy I was dating was a perverted middle-aged man. He groped my thigh the first second after I sat down with him for dinner.” “Ewwhh... that's really disgusting. How about I introducing you to some of my friends? They are, of course, handsome and rich. They are models.”

"Celeste, I was wrong to accuse you! Please don't call off the engagement! The Alvarez family can't lose you, and it certainly can't lose the McKenna family!" Ethan also scrambled over and dropped to his knees. His speech slurred from how swollen his face had gotten. "Celeste, I know I was wrong. I was blind. I never should have believed that vicious woman's lies." "Hit me, punish me however you want. Just please don't cancel the engagement, okay?" I stared coldly at the mother and son. They looked like two dogs wagging their tails, begging for mercy. Covered in blood, Mia struggled into a sitting position and burst into sharp laughter when she saw the scene.

Nathan's Pov The light was too bright. I shut my eyes again. The room kept tilting a little even with them closed. I remember going to the bar last night to ease my frustration. My mother Patricia, had made an alliance with Morgan's tech through marriage. That meant I had to marry one of his daughters, Jessica. I wasn't happy but I couldn't refuse either. I forced my eyes open and turned my head, which made everything tilt worse. She was still there. I thought I was hallucinating from the effect of the alcohol. But apparently, I wasn't.

“Marilyn is the woman who warmed my bed that night.” Madison’s eyes widened in shock. “She’s an escort?” The words came out louder than she intended, almost a scream. “Watch your tone, Madison,” Raymond warned sharply. “She is not an escort. Whatever happened between us was a mistake. She was a virgin. She mistakenly walked into the wrong room, thinking it was the suite her friends had booked for her and an escort. She mistook me for one.” Madison burst into strong, genuine laughter. The sound filled the office.

Sebastian admitted during dinner, “this is the most peaceful conversation we’ve had in months.” Ivy blinked. “What?” He gave a small awkward laugh. “You usually spend most dates talking about popularity rankings or social drama.” Guilt twisted painfully inside her, because tonight he was accidentally talking to the real twin not Scarlett. As the night continued, Sebastian looked at her differently, like he was finally seeing someone worth knowing, by the time they slow danced beneath golden lights, Ivy’s heart was already doomed. “You smell like vanilla tonight,” Sebastian murmured quietly. Scarlett wore floral perfume, Ivy froze, Sebastian’s eyes met hers and something shifted between them,