Love Without Fear

[2]

Before I went to sleep, I had set my alarm for 8:30am.

"I do have to leave here at 11 just because I'm meeting some son of a billionaire." I told Trisha casually.

Her jaw drops, and her mouth widens. "The son of a billionaire?!" She shrieks.

I giggle and adore her child-like behavior.

"Yes, silly. I just hope he ends up being the one."

Trisha jumps off her bed and grabs both my shoulders with her hands.

"What's his name? Do you have a picture? Have you met him before?" Her eyes were studying mine, and I looked at her like she was crazy.

"Woah, slow down, Ms. Private investigator."
I joked. "And to answer all you're questions, I only know his name. That's it."

"And that he's a son of a billionaire!" Trisha grabs her face. "Do you know how rare that is?"

"Well, hopefully he's not like the rest."

"So, what's his name?"

"Damian Atlaman."

"Woah. Even his name sounds rich." Trisha replied dreamily.

"Well, if I'm not interested in him, you can definitely have him." I giggled.

Trisha puts a neutral expression on her face, deep in thought about what he may look like and how his personality is.

"Only if he's nice. I don't like the toxic ones."

"Right, because your histories of boyfriends totally match with not being toxic." I laugh.

Trisha playfully slaps my leg, both of us sharing in laughs as we continue talking about Damian.

Soon enough, the two of us make breakfast together as we goof around in the kitchen.

Just as we set our pancakes on our plates, Trisha's dad makes his way down the stairs, yawning and rubbing his face.

Since me and Trisha have been friends, noticing her dad definitely made me realize how good looking he was.

"If none of my dates for marriage end up working out, I'm going for your dad." I lean to whisper against my best friends ear.

She gasps and nudges my shoulder. "Oh em gee he's totally in love with my mom, no!"

I sigh and shrug my shoulders. "Your loss on missing out on a great mom."

"You make me sick oh my god." Trisha jokes playfully.

I laugh alongside with her as the two of us sit down at the table, eating our two pieces of pancakes.

"Hey, good morning girls." Trisha's dad says. His name is Justin, and he was tall and fit for someone his age.

I eye him up and down carefully, making sure not to throw anyone off by my seductive look.

"Good morning, Mr. Wentworth."

"Please, call me Justin, Sarah."

I smile and nodded my head before slowly turning my head in Trisha's direction, giving her a knowing look.

In response, she gave me a Just-shut-up-and-eat-your-food kind of look.

I suppress the urge to giggle and continue eating my pancakes.

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I check the clock and notice it had struck 11am. My eyes widen as I realize how much time had gotten away from us.

Since I didn't bring an extra pair of clothes to change into, I left in my pajamas and drove back home. It was 11:15 when I got there and figured I had enough time to shower and get changed.