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Chapter 10
Braylen
What’s Moby Dicks dad's name?
Papa Boner.
I’m running late.
The one time I wanted to be on time, traffic became my nemesis. I hope that my date is still waiting for me.
My driver pulls up to the sidewalk outside the DNF bookstore, and thankfully, she’s still there, but two identical men are standing with her.
Does she know them?
My driver exits the car, making his way around to my door and opening it for me. Does this look too flashy?
Should I have opened my own door?
Cherry looks radiant in the satin dress that clings to her curves and the silver high heels that make her legs look like they go on for days. Her rainbow locks are curled, framing her sweetheart-shaped face.
She’s an angel.
My angel.
Stepping out of my car, I glance over at the other two hoping that they get the hint to fuck off now her date has arrived.
My phone pings with the telltale notification that I’ve arrived, hers mirroring mine.
“Fuck seriously, another one,” she groans, tilting her head back to look up at the sky.
All I can focus on is the slender curve of her neck, the mere idea of burying my head into it as I bury my cock to the hilt between her sweet folds.
Then her words register.
Another one?
“Hi,” I mutter, stepping towards her. “I’m Braylen.”
“Cherry.”
“We’re Jacob and Macon. Are you here for a date with Cherry, too?” One of the clones steps forward, shaking my hand.
“Too?”
The fuck do they mean too?
“I think I was sent multiple dates instead of one. I thought the app had glitched, and it was just a mistake, but now I realize I was wrong.” She fishes her phone from her clutch and shows me the notifications for the details for this date.
“Fuck!” I exclaim, resisting the urge to shout out more expletives.
How does something like this fuck up so badly?
The one time I thought I finally got given a date that would be good, great even. Now I’m standing here with the Tweedle Dum and Dee while we all look at the girl before us like she’s dessert.
Maybe I can convince them to go home. To let me have her to myself tonight.
Her phone pings again, and the sound of pounding feet crashing against the sidewalk turns our attention to the newcomer.
