"Jack, why would you do this to me?! To us? To your children? After everything that had happened to us!" I cried and pleaded.
"I screwed up, okay?!" he yelled in frustration.
"But I loved you and you constantly hurt me over and over again and I st...
"Girl, you don't even know how he makes me feel." I told Lan.
"How did he?" she smirked.
"The way he looks at me and touches me and just the way he treats me, is unrealistic. He's a gentleman and I--I don't know there's just something special about him.."
"Is he hot?"
"Bitch, he looks like a greekgod!" I gushed.
(basically him, I just changed the name.. you're welcome ;) )
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December 19th, 2014--five days away from Christmas
"I'd like to take you to dinner." Hakeem smiled holding my hand.
"Oh really? Where would we go?"
"Wherever you want to go, beautiful." he smiled, flashing his straight pearly whites.
"I--I don't know if I can.." I said sadly, "remember.. Jack?"
"Oh.. your husband." he said disappointed.
"Yeah.." I said, "my husband." I said looking down moving my eyebrows up as I said 'husband'.
"We're just friends right?" he smirked.
"Yeah.." I said uneasy of what he was going to say next.
"There's nothing serious going on, come on just one date.. with me?" he begged.
"I--I don't know Hakeem.."
"We're only friends.. nothing more."
I sighed and hesitated of the idea going out with him.
I mean, we are only friends and Jack hangs out with whom ever he wants to.. so it wouldn't hurt, right?
"Yes.. you can take me to dinner." I smiled.
"Yes!" he said excitedly.
"Just friends!" I warned pointing my index finger.
"Just friends." he said serious; putting his hands in the air.
"Come on." I laughed taking his wrist and heading towards his car.
The restaurant we had pulled up to was this beautiful place called 'Yamashiro Hollywood'.
A Japanese restaurant, I love Japanes food--well all kinds anyways.
He got out and ran to the other side of the door to open it for me.
The restaurant was decorated like Tokyo, Japan. With all their language written on the walls, Japanese flowers everywhere, red chandeliers hanging up, and the waitresses dressed up in pink and red silk flower robes.
