Dinner date

JASON

I arrive at the place and grab a seat awaiting her arrival. I pick up my phone to text her, but no replies. I try calling her but she doesn't answer. Right, she never answers her phone. I scan the environment, tapping my index finger slightly on the table when a waitress walks up to me.

"Sir, what can I get you?" She asks.

"A glass of champagne please". I reply and she takes down my order before leaving my table.

I steal a glance at my watch. It's 7:38pm, 30 minutes gone by and she ain't here yet. I call the person I ordered to drive her here.

"There's a lil traffic jam sir". He explains and I end the call. A lady from the table opposite ours walks up to me.

"Hey handsome, I noticed you've been sitting alone. Perhaps you're waiting for someone and it seems like the person ain't coming. I see you're lonely too. Mind I keep you company for a while?" She says.

"No. I'm fine". I say.

"I'm Laurena". She says sticking out her hand before me.

I smile at her but I don't shake her, she withdraws her hands.

"Ow". She says and walks away.

I glance at my watch once more and it's 8:42. I look up from my watch and just then she walks in. She looked so sexy and hot in that red, those figures, plus her cleavages were exposed. I see a guy eyeing her and it pierces my soul, so I walk up to her and wrap my hand around her waist and place a kiss on her lips. I give the guy this "death glare" and he looks away.

"You should wear these dresses in a private place when with me. Not on a date. Your cleavages are showing and people are staring". I whisper to her.

"So? Why should I wear it in private? You don't even like me. They can stare all they want, it's not like you care and what's with that kiss and your arms around my fucking waist?!" She whispers back but I keep mute.

We stop in front of the table and I take her seat for her. She settles onto it and I excuse myself to go meet that waitress.

I return minutes later and see her stealing a glare at some random guy, she was actually flirting...with her eyes. Laurena nudges me and winks at me but I ignore her. I didn't want to spoil this date as it's our first so I ignore the flirting and walk over to my seat. She doesn't stop even after realizing I'm in front of her, she keeps flirting. I settle down immediately.

"Marvlyn....you look.... hot and sexy". I say to her.

"Mm, and you look like trash". She says.

"Not helping! These are fashionable!" I say to her.

"I don't do rich stuff bro". She says.

The waitress approaches us and asks for our orders.

"Rice with shrimps". I say.

"Same". She replies and the waitress leaves.

"Can you stop flirting with other guys?" I say and she sticks up her middle finger.

At first I thought she stuck it up at me but I later realized she stuck it up at the guy she's flirting with. She leans across the table and puts her face close to mine, pouting and then she takes a picture....sorry pictures.

"Wasn't flirting boo". She says.

Our order arrives.

"Two glasses of tequila". I say.

"You sure you can deal with it?" She asks.

"Yeah, why. One's for you and the other for me". I say.

"I know I mean, you're such a light head and you already had champagne to drink. Don't wanna carry a drunk man home. I mean you know what I mean". She says and takes a sip of her water.

I really hate to be called a light head.

The waitress arrives with our orders.

We begin to dig into our food.

"You have to eat like a rich person, please". I say to her.

"What's wrong with how I'm eating?"

"This is all about what my family would believe, please don't ruin it for me". I say.

"Well okay then". She says.

There's a long silence while we eat.

I take a spoon full of my food and try to put it in her mouth but it wasn't open.

"It's part of the package". I say and she opens up.

She does same to me too.

"What are your likes and dislikes?" I ask.

"Likes, not plenty. I like eating and having fun. I like taking risks. I hate behaving like you rich people do. I hate it when people boss me around. I hate arrogant people". She says.

I clear my throat. "I like listening to music...probably a juicewrld fan. I like the fame, but I don't like the invasion of privacy....it's hell. You know...I wanna go around without these paparazzies on me. Like, I see people staring and taking pictures, I don't fancy this but I've to do it to convince him. Had paparazzies close up to my car on my way here, with these useless reporters who keep asking the most annoying questions and these jobless cameramen". I say and she chuckles.

"What's funny?" I ask.

"I'm sorry. But you said you like the fame....I mean what comes with the damn fame mannn? What'd you expect?"

"Yeah I like the fame but I don't like some things that accompany it". I say after douching my lips clean with the napkin.

"Enlighten me".

"On what?" I ask.

"On the ones that fame comes with that you like".

"Yeah, um....that reputation, mm🤔🤔. I think it's all I can remember".

"Or all you actually like of all things fame brings. That's bullshit baby! Don't bore me".

"Over to you. Why don't you like fame? I mean....don't you like to be recognized as a VIP or even VVIP if there's anything like that. Don't you like to be important and have fans....followers....people who love what you do. I mean come on already what's not to like in fame?"

"I hate being known. I don't give a shit about VIP or VVIP whatsoever. Important? To hell. I'm important. Fans? Fans steal from you and spread the most rumors about you. Fans don't care! You're asking me what's not to love in fame? How about I ask you that too? I don't wanna wake up to paparazzies, don't wanna get covered by microphones of different shapes, sizes and colors held by skunk reporters wanting to know shit about me, shit that doesn't concern them, don't wanna go somewhere and hear "it's Marvlyn!" and then fans start trynna close up on me, trynna take pictures of me and ask me questions like all that shit sucks".

"Well, it's not as bad as that, you'd have body guards". I say.

"Body guards? 🤔🤔 Maybe I'd actually need them, not for paparazzi work or keeping paparazzies away from me...not for any of that shit y'all hire body guards for".

"Your perspective is....I don't know but it's quite weird". I say.

"Mm, I'm getting tired. We should go home already".

"Yeah, me too". I say and drop the bill on the table.

I'm pretty sure I dropped more than the bill but who cares, yeah?

We kiss passionately for a while, I could tell she was uncomfortable and so was I. People were taking pictures. I already posted some of the pictures we took tonight on social media. We split and head towards the door of the restaurant holding hands. I open the door for her and she walks out after which I follow suit and let it close.

I take my phone out of my pocket and dial my driver and just then he pulls up with my Porsche.

I hold the door open for her, right we're both gonna sit at the back. I step in and shut the door and he speeds off. The drive home was still and quiet, she was already sleeping and her head was dangling. I make her lay on the chair and I put her head on my lap. I stare at her for a while before covering her up with my suit so she doesn't get cold. She looked so beautiful in her sleep, I tuck her hair behind her ear to get a slight view of her face. She's damn beautiful but she has way too many ear piercings, she also got a nose piercing and a brow piercing too, how'd I miss that? I'm pretty sure she's gat a piercing on her belly button too. Yeah, she wore anklets and her legs were beautiful. She already took her shoes off. She had this really terrifying yet beautiful spider tattooed at the back of her shoulder. How'd I miss that too?

I slowly drift off to sleep...😴😴😴😴

I wake up to someone hitting on me real hard.

"Ow! That hurts!" I say.

"We're home". She says.

She alights the car with her shoes, her purse and phone in her hands with my jacket still slung over her shoulder. I alight the car too.

We were both tired to go to our rooms so we settle in the last floor, which had just one bedroom.

She throws herself on the bed right before I could do so.

"I'll take the floor". I say.

"Let's share". She says half sleepy.

"No?" I say.

"Come here already. You're keeping me up, I wanna sleep". She says with her eyes closed.

I climb the bed and turn off the light. Slowly, we drift off to sleep.