Three
Eve
I frowned.
If there's one thing I hate, it's arrogant, condescending jerks!
Just because he's rich and hot doesn't give him the right to speak to me that way.
Hot people like him exist to get admired by people like me.
Alright, let's end this. Quick!
I reclined back on my seat, folded my arms too. And regarded his handsome face with a frown.
“Alright then,” I replied, trying to keep my tone condescending too.
Heaven knows how much I want to see those eyes of his!
“I was surprised you came.” He stated, “From what I heard, you stood your other blind dates up. What, did Daddy threaten to block your credit card or what?”
How on earth did he know that?
Nevertheless, I didn't like the way he sounded.
It was like he was mocking me!
Oh, I'm definitely retorting!
“What about you? I'm actually quite surprised you came too.” I said, “Considering how you've never shown your face in public for once, I was under the impression that you had an insanely grotesque face and appearance. But guess I was wrong after all.”
His expression didn't change. Not one bit.
Wasn't that much of a retort?
Hold on, that sounded like a complaint, even though it was intended to hurt him.
He regarded me for a while without saying anything.
Now those glasses of his are beginning to tick me off real bad.
“What’s up with the glasses?” I finally asked, “Why don't you take them off? I want to see your eyes.”
He gave me no response as he stared at me.
“Hello, I said take off your glasses,” I repeated, visible irk laced to my voice.
Still no response.
“Fine.” He finally said, then took it off.
I caught my breath in my throat as I stared at those pair of eyes.
They were… insanely beautiful! I could literally drown in them! The most beautiful eyes I've ever seen!
“Satisfied?” He asked, jolting me out of my thoughts. “Can we order?”
“Um… what?”
“Can we order?”
“Um… yeah, sure,” I replied in embarrassment, scratching the side of my neck as I began to feel a whole lot self-conscious under his gaze.
He raised a hand, and the maitre d scurried over with the menu.
Now, how do I end this date? The first one didn't work.
The maitre d handed me the menu, and I took it from him. My eyes widened as I stared at their cheapest meal.
Do people really spend this much on food?! This is more than my whole life's worth!
“What would you like to order?” He asked, staring at me.
“I'll take anything you're taking,” I said sharply.
I've never heard most of the meals written down there in my whole life!
“Okay.” He handed the maitre d back the menu. “You know what to do.”
“Yes, Mr Herman.” The maitre d gave another bow before scurrying off.
How do I end this date?
“So, what do you do?” I asked.
“Shouldn’t you know the answer?”
Oh, right, I forgot. Most of these rich kids join the family business. Just like Katy.
“Just because I know the answer doesn't mean I shouldn't ask.” I replied brusquely, “That's why it's called a date, duh!”
He regarded me again without saying anything.
It made me wish I knew what he was thinking.
“I heard you never had a dating experience.” He said. “You're twenty-three, and never dated. Why?”
“You're twenty-five, and never shown your face to the public. Why?”
“Because I prefer a quiet, private life.” He answered calmly.
Hmm, that's a fair answer.
“And you? Why haven't you dated?”
“Because I'm not the relationship type.” The words tumbled out of my mouth, “Why on earth would I stick to one guy when I can just fuck around?”
A slight change of expression, but it disappeared as soon as it came. I think it was contempt and disgust, if I'm not mistaken.
Yeah, that means it's working.
I think I should go on with this one.
I leaned forward and lowered my voice, “Tell me, do you know some dicks are sweeter than the others. Some can't even stand up, while some break pussies. When you think you've had the best dick ever, another dick surprises you and tells you you're wrong.” I leaned backwards, and then shrugged, “So that's pretty much about it. Honestly, if you ask me, I would say that life is all about tasting as much dick as possible. So what do you say? Do you want to prove to me that the last dick I had is not the best one I've had? I'm sure a man as charming as you gives a pretty good dick, that's why I couldn't help but mind-fuck earlier.”
If that didn't work, I don't know what else will.
He opened his mouth to say something when the maitre d and a waiter brought over our food.
“If you have any problem, Mr Herman, Miss Johnson, I'm just a wave away. Please do enjoy.”
And then with that, the man walked away with the waiter.
I stared at the scrumptious meal in front of me, then began to shove it into my mouth with my bare hand in a disgusting way, thereby attracting the attention of the other customers.
He just sat there and stared at me with an expressionless face.
I guess it's working.
I poured a drink into the glass, intentionally spilling some on the table, then grabbed it and swallowed the whole contents.
“Aren't you eating?” I asked with my mouth full, staring at him in feigned surprise. “Let me have it then.”
I pulled his plate to my side and emptied its contents.
Who knows when I might be able to enjoy this good food?
When I was sure there was nothing else to eat, I waved over the maitre d, whose face was a mask of shock and disgust as he stared at the mess I had made at the table.
“Bring me a bowl of water, please,” I said, and he turned to him, who gave him a slight nod of his head before he scurried away.
He brought the bowl of water, and I washed my hands, then ordered him to clean the table, which he did.
Charles Herman didn't say or do anything.
He just… watched me.
Just then, my phone began to ring, and I thanked the heavens because I needed just the perfect excuse to get out of here.
Everyone was staring at me with disgust and disdain.
“Oh, look, it's one of my guy friends who gives me good dick,” I said, rising to my feet. “I'm guessing you won't dick me, so thanks for the date, I guess. And also, I would appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone especially my dad, about what I told you…” I winked at him, “Especially about the guys that give me good dick. Thank you. I wished I could have had a taste of your dick, though. Such a shame. Tsk tsk tsk.”
Grabbing the handbag, I spun and my heels, then scurried out of the restaurant, inwardly dying in tremendous embarrassment and shame.
I would have never believed it in a million years that someone told me I would say those dirty, vulgar things to someone!
Well, I guess twenty thousand dollars is twenty thousand dollars.
There, Katy, I successfully ruined your date as you wished.
Ugh, I'm so sick and ashamed of myself.