DEAN

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D E A N

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I'm not letting Parisa go easily.

I know it might not seem like it, but she is mine until she lets me know she doesn't love me anymore.

I know she loves me, if she didn't she wouldn't have gotten on my lap and cried into my shoulder.

I can't believe she thinks I only loved her for sex.

I don't like people, I hate people.

I sleep with women to get away from my childhood trauma, but when I was sleeping with those women I felt nothing.

With Parisa I felt a relief, I felt like I was home with her all the time.

That's why I need to find dirt on Kenzo.

Something is off about him.

That's why I came in contact with, Makena. Makena is someone I found through Kenzo's old Instagram following, there were pictures of them kissing and even one where she looked pregnant.

Does he have a child?

I invited her to lunch and she agreed to it.

I sit at the outside dine-in table. I don't get why it's dine-in when there are tables outside, but I wanted her to spot me easily.

Getting on my phone I examined a photo of her.

She's a black woman, with beautiful features and amazing hair. In the photo I saw on her Instagram she didn't look like the kind of woman that would answer my DM, her name is Makena.

MAKENA

Beautiful right?

Looking up from my phone I see her walking toward me. Quickly turning it off I put it in my back pocket before standing up and waving her over. She walks over and I pull out the chair for her, "Dean," she laughs looking around nervously.

Walking over to my sit I smile and sit down, "yeah, and you're the beautiful Makena?"

She nods her head continuing to look around, "are you okay," I ask scooting closer to the table.

"Ken isn't going to pop out anywhere right? I ran away for a reason," she asks and states nervously.

I can feel the energy and the sketching lets me know that he must've done something severe. Reaching across the table I grab her shaken hand, "no he's not, I just called you here because I saw you on his old Instagram profile."