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“It’s just a matter of time,” she fucking cackled!
“I rebuke him!” I screamed, and she shook her head as she laughed at whatever ideas were concocting in her head. “Marie, no!”
“Unfortunately, you can’t deny fate. So, here’s what you’re going to do from now on. Make sure you get dressed in your coolest yet sexiest clothes whenever you leave the apar?—“
“Can you please go out with Matthew?” I interrupted her, and she looked at me, disturbed. Not as disturbed as I was when she was trying to find ways to create fate for Asher and me.
Marie continued staring at me as if I had just suggested the most disgusting thing in the world, and I looked around the room before finding her green eyes along with a scowl, and I offered her a simple shrug. “If you want.”
“No.”
“Okay.” I tried for you, Matthew. That was my final act of love for you.
Chapter 11
Asher
“Come on, sweetheart.” I stretched out my hand toward her as she ran toward me and grabbed my hand. “Are you ready for our date?”
“Yup! What are we doing today?” she asked as we swung our hands together, and I smiled.
“It’s a surprise.” I pretended to zip my lips as we walked down the road to the first location for our father-daughter date. It was incredibly important for me to have dates every month because my daughter deserved everything in the world.
She had to learn from me how a man was supposed to treat her, although I preferred her to never come across a man, nor ever even think about it!
“Hmm, does it have marshmallows?” she guessed, and I shook my head.
“Nope!”
“Clothes?”
“Nope,” I sang, and she huffed.
“Daddy, give me a hint!” she cried out.
“We’re here,” I laughed, as I pointed at the door.
“Oh!”
“We’re way overdue for a manicure,” I said as we entered the nail salon, and she jumped excitedly. Anne loved getting her nails done.
“Daddy, can I get a bright color this time?” she asked, her hopeful eyes gazing into mine.
“Anne!” I looked up, noticing Brooke, who was sitting down getting her nails done, waving with her other hand.
“Brooke!” Anne took her hand out of mine and ran towards Brooke, hugging her waist.
Why was she everywhere?
“Oh, I love your nails,” Anne commented as she looked at Brooke’s hands. “Daddy, can Brooke choose my nail design?” She looked at me desperately, and Brooke raised her eyebrows.
“Yes, sweetheart,” I agreed, and they started conversing amongst each other in hushed tones, and I sat down to wait.
“Are you here for your ten o’clock appointment, Asher?” the woman who often did my nails asked me, and I nodded, pointing to Anne who stood close to Brooke as if they had always been friends. “I’ll be with you in a few minutes.”
“Thanks, Sasha,” I said as I looked out the door, noticing one of the tenants from the building loitering around. Perhaps he also wanted to get his nails done.
“What do you think of purple with yellow flowers?” Brooke asked my daughter, excitement in her tone as she suggested nail designs to Anne. I preferred a clean trim and a simple buff and shine; so did my daughter most days, but since she saw Brooke getting her nails done with a French tip, she, too, suddenly wanted a design.
