Fused

Chapter 8

Another chapter... ;)

The day went on swiftly and later on I found myself at a restaurant with Dick King. He was a short guy with disgustingly huge muscles. His clothes didn't fit and looked about 3 sized smaller than what would normally fit him. "Do you want to see how I flex these boys sugar?" "Guess how many trophies I've won this year sugar?" I rolled my eyes inwardly. This guy was really self-absorbed. All he did was talk about himself and those muscles of his. I was cock sure he didn't even know my name. I looked at my watch for what seemed like the millionth time and fell deeper into depression. I couldn't even see the fool's eyes as those muscles were all over the place, thick veins sticking out of them awkwardly. My stomach churned in horror. I picked into my food because I had lost all my appetite. As much as I had not eaten since morning, the food was very uninviting at that time. I knew that this whole blind date was such a bad idea. Meeting a stranger I didn't even know and attempting to make out a relationship with him in the process was such a crazy idea. I was definitely going to strangle Joe tomorrow for putting me through all this. "Sugar, do you wanna feel me? Feel my muscles," Dick King cooed. That did it! I had attempted to humor the man but my patience had run out. Dick truly was a dick. Parents should really be careful when naming their kids because they just might be foreseeing the child's future personality. "So what do you say Sugar? You know you want to," He beseeched me.  This boob had overused and misused the word sugar and that hit a nerve. "I don't mean to burst your bubble Dick. You're a nice guy and all, but I don't think we are compatible. Thank you so much for this dinner. It was great and it's been a pleasure meeting you but I have to leave," I told him with a fake smile that said 'fuck you' plastered on my face. I stood up to wear my coat ready to leave when suddenly, I felt a tenacious grip on my arm. "Oh no you don't bitch. Nobody says no to Dick King. You're making a big mistake sugar! "He roared tightening his grip on my arm. I gasped in pain. The guy really was heavy-duty. Hell, what did I expect from a freaking body builder. 'Why is he even holding me? This is assault' I thought to myself. In a stupor of anger, I let out an ear piercing scream loud enough to awaken the dead, drawing attention to the both of us. The restaurant manager was walking up to us when Dick King took off. Yes people, he took to his heels and ran away like chicken he was. So much for the whole tough guy image he was trying to portray. What a buffoon!

"Miss, I'm going to have to ask you to leave. You're causing major interruptions in my restaurant, I'm not about to start counting losses because the other customers are complaining, "the manager said. "What? That guy just assaulted me and you have the audacity to kick me out. I didn't even do anything?" I snarled. "Just leave in peace or I'll have to call security to escort you ma'am," he said.

I didn't even have the energy to get into another heated argument, I paid the bill (threw the money at him) and left. I made a mental note to sue the guy. I was worn to the bone and my head was pounding. Just as I was leaving the restaurant, Joe called me. Wow! Just the person I needed to talk to. He was the one who put me in this whole situation. I switched my phone off, got into my car and sped off to my condo leaving a trail of dust behind me. I was so infuriated. As I steered into my driveway, I saw Joe's car parked outside my house. I groaned in frustration. He had a spare key and was always over. I loved his company; he was the only guy I let into my muddled house because I knew he wouldn't judge. But at that time, he was the last person I wanted to see. I had planned to take a hot steamy shower and watch Netflix as I drown all my sorrows in ice cream. What a buzzkill!

I entered the house and found Joe sticking his head in my fridge clearly raiding it for food.

"And what are you doing in my house at this late hour?" I asked. "I should be asking you the same question Rhee, you mean Dick King never showed you why he's the Dick King? No one night stand? "He replied as he winked at me. "You're just nasty you mongoose," I peeved. "They like me nasty, "he said with a smirk on his lips. "I am not in the mood for your disgusting sex jokes Joe!" I growled. He came closer to me and wrapped his arms around my waist. "What are you in the mood for Rhee?" he asked in a deep seductive voice which was like a covert signal for a girl's ovaries to blow up. Joe was charming but I knew his ways; I knew better. I pushed him aside and went to the kitchen and grabbed myself an apple. "In the mood for food. I am starved. I'd so sell you for food right now," I snorted.

"Wonderful, "he vexed. "I already ordered pizza don't worry. And why didn't you answer my call? I wanted to know whether you wanted pepperoni pizza or chicken tikka. So, tell me how the date went?" he suggested. "I didn't answer your call because I was pissed off. And trust me, you don't want to know," I replied. We then settled down on my couch as we waited for the pizza to be delivered. "So, judging from the way you're all snappy, I take the date didn't go too well," Joe cried. "No shit Sherlock. It was a complete disaster. First, he looked like hulk. A human gorilla and I'm not exaggerating. I mean the guy is a body builder so his muscles were too huge. He was like a walking horror movie," I told him. "It's not about the looks doll face, "Joe jested. "With me it is. Aint nobody got time to date Hulk. We could get into a fight one day and he eats me alive, just like he almost did today," I said. "You fought?" Joe enquired. "In summary, he kept talking about his body and started asking me to feel his muscles. my patience had already worn out so I decided to leave. he got so wrathful and like held my arm so hard. When the manager came, he ran away and left me with the bill!" I exclaimed. Joe burst into hysterical laughter, "A lethal with encounter with Shrek. He clearly needs help considering he ran away like a little baby. But with blind dates, you obviously meet a few mad men. Not all guys are like him though. You have lunch with Tyler Lacoste on Wednesday by the way." "No I don't want to. What if he is the same breed of asshole just like Dick King? Or worse? "I said with a look of disgust on my face. " You'll never know unless you go doll face. Remember the wedding, "Joe coaxed. As much as I didn't want to, I still needed to meet a guy in time for the wedding. I was all about my pride and I could not bear the humiliation of going to the wedding alone while everyone was all lovey-dovey. The thought of that gave me chills. "Okay, I'll go on with it. But call me like one hour into it faking a work call; that's if the date sucks,"I agreed unwillingly. "Good girl," Joe smiled.

Just as he finished talking, the doorbell rang. It was about time. I made a beeline to the front door in great haste. My stomach was rumbling due to hunger pangs. My mouth literally watered at the sight of the teenage girl holding the box of Dominos pizza.

I took it, paid her and slammed the door shut in the spur of a moment and returned to Joe's side where I dug in and ate to my fill. "You're easting like an animal Rhee. Relax," Joe snorted. It was him, I was so comfortable around him I didn't care what he thought about me. There was no judgment between the both of us. He took me as I was and I did the same. That is the foundation of a true friendship. With him I felt at home. He was just like family. A brother from another mother. "Bitch please!" I replied with a smirk on my lips. We spent the rest of the night briefing each other on a case we had the next day, eating ice cream and talking about our pasts until we fell asleep.