Chapter 4

The notification light on my phone grabbed my attention, and my brows skewed as I read his reply.

Samuel: You are a fiery one, and I do like em feisty. Let us skip the drama and go straight to the sheets?

Eeew.

Do not indulge him anymore, Debby. Just delete your profile and go back to sending yourself sexts, please. Do not start typing. Debby, do not do it.

Debby: You are right. I am fiery, and my burn does sting like a bitch. You better stay away from me before I fry you for dinner. Punk ass bitch.

Atta girl.

It occurred to me to report the profile. But for once, I am having a conversation with someone other than my baby, ogre, and donkey.

Samuel: You are one desirable piece of ass. Calm your tits, baby. I am as genuine as your temper issues.

What a vulgar bastard!

Debby: First off, I am not your baby. Second, refer to me as a piece of ass again, and ama slap your goddamn mouth. Third, next time you want to use a stolen identity, use a less good-looking one because no man who looks like that will be online oozing your type of stinking sex appeal.

Samuel: First, I am flattered you find me unrealistically good-looking; it means you want me. If you want me to smack your sexy ass, then I am all in, baby. What should I do to prove to you I am real?

Debby: We can do a video chat.

Girl, you sound desperate to video chat with a catfish. Is the bar that fucking low now?

Samuel: That eager to see me?

This guy is impossible.

Debby: Do not flatter yourself. I want to prove I am right about you. And do not come with the bullshit excuse of a broken phone camera or some other cat fishy shit. I watch the show catfish like a bible. I am unto you.

Samuel: How about I swing by your place after work.

Debby: Oh, hell to the no. You could be a creep or a serial killer.

Samuel: Give me your digits. I want to call you.

Debby: Why?

Samuel: let's start by hearing each other's voices if we are going to be friends.

Debby: My instincts tell me that is a bad idea.

Samuel: Roll the dice and try me. It will either be the best thing that has ever happened to you or the worst. Either way, you must play to find out, and I think two can play this game.

I thought about the repercussions of what I was about to do. But the anticipation of hearing this stranger's voice was compelling.