Mr.Carter

12

The waitress brings us our menu and stood their seizing Alex up and down. She look very familiar. I know her from somewhere, but I just can't make it out. I put my menu down and search for her name tag.

Latrice. Latrice as in....? I look at her face and my eyes widen. She smirks. "Hi Damien." Damn, haven't seen her since I last fucked her; which was almost a year ago. She works here? I thought she was a porn star from the way she was giving it to me that time.

I look over at Alex who puts her menu down and looks at me. I grin. "Hi Latrice." I greet her back

"This long and I still haven't received a call from you, Damien. Why?" She asks.

I know she's not going to start a scene in her job and while I'm on a date with my girl. "Latrice I'm on a date right now. Can we talk later?"

"Oh, I'm sorry." She looks at Alex. "I'm Latrice and you are?"

"Damien's girlfriend, Alex." She emphasizes.

"Girlfriend? Since when? I never thought I'd see the day." Latrice looks back at me with a smirk on her face. Honestly, I'd never thought I'd see the day myself.

"We'd like another waitress."

"Please," Alex adds. She's getting irritated like I am now.

--

After constantly asking for another waitress, we get one. Alex has been looking at me, wondering who Latrice is; so I decide to just tell her the truth. "Latrice is a girl that I used to mess with a long time ago." I said.

"Mess as in..." I nod as the answer.

   She nods as she continues to eat. I know she's upset, but she can't judge me about my past when she was never in it. "Look," I reach over and grab her hand. "It's nothing. It was only several times and that's it. I have no feelings for her nor do I miss her." I look into her eyes.

   She nods again. "Several as in?"

Now I know she doesn't want to know the answer to this. I scratch my nose to play it off. "6 times." I think, but it wasn't over ten nor under five.

   "Oh gosh Damien." She removes her napkin from her lap. I hope she doesn't leave.

   "Alex, it was a long time ago. You can't possibly be mad. I didn't know you back then. I was a single man.  I was allowed to mess with whom I want." I state.

   "How many girls have you slept with?" She asks. To think that her previous question was worse, this one is devastating. I don't know whether I should lie to her or just tell her the truth. "Just tell me the truth Damien. I promise I won't get mad." She adds.

   "I really don't know how many I slept with. I don't keep track." Truth be told, but If I told her an estimate, around 15 or more from different girls.

   She looks into my eyes and I can see the hurt there. "How many girls in this restaurant have you slept with?" She asks. I know she's mad. She also thinks that I'm some kind of hoe. Trust me, I wan to look around, but none of the girls I slept with are here, besides Latrice. Plus, if there are any girls I did sleep with around here, I wouldn't say anything considering they're on a date.

   "None. Look Alex, I brought you on this date because I really.... like you. The past is the past. Please leave it that way," I plead.

   She slightly smiles. It's not the smile she usually gives me, but I'll accept it for now.

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   We are eating our dinner and cracking a few jokes. Her jokes were pretty corny, but in a good way, I guess. I keep telling her short stories, which she loves to hear. "Your sister must hate you." She laughs, but not too loud. People are staring at us because I'm here, and I keep wishing that they don't come and ask me for a picture or autograph while I'm on a date with my special girl.