Harassenger: Backseat Admirer ✔️

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen

Needless to say, Della was disappointed once again when her plans of finding me a boyfriend were foiled. But the girl was relentless, sending me off on yet another date.

This was supposed to be a vacation, and yet I felt like I was working more than I did at my actual job.

Today, I was being set up with Della's brother, Devon, who was in town on break from LSU. You have to be smart to attend LSU, so I assumed he would be an approachable, worthy guy.

However, when he arrived to the beach house for brunch, he came baring gifts. He didn't being flowers or chocolates, or even a nice jewelry box. He gave me a pair of shorts, the back of the pants reading, 'bootylicious' in bold pink. Maybe Devon and Colbert can get together since they enjoy artwork so much.

Right off the bat, I told myself I didn't want to go, but Della stood by my side, urging me to go. If that was my brother who was was giving a woman, practically lingerie, I would have pulled him by the ear and taught him a lesson, but Della found no problem with this.

"He is my brother and you're going to have a good time." She whispered through gritted teeth.

Not only was his personality awful, but he was a clone of Della. He had red hair, freckles, and preppy clothing. He drove a Jaguar, and he refused to ride in my Jeep. It was a tight fit for Mick in the backseat, but he made do. Maybe next time Mick will think twice about agreeing to help keep a 'tradition' alive.

Unlike Adam, my first date, Devon was a heavy spender. He booked the entire restaurant for us alone. The waitress poured us a glass of wine, gleefully smiling as he offered her a fifty dollar tip, winking at her right in front of me. She carefully slipped it into the pocket of her apron, slowly strutting away.

"You look beautiful, Natalie Fisher. I'm surprised we haven't met before."

"Actually, I saw you at the wedding." I reminded him, tucking in my napkin on either side of my jeans.

"Oh, I don't remember." Because he was probably busy hitting on another woman.

"It's quite alright."

"I hope you like this place. When my sister and I come out to Destin, I always take her out here and she just loves it." The restaurant was spacious, with not much lighting other than windows, and the table linens were so pristinely white that I was afraid to touch my drink for fear of spillage. There was no way a simple coaster and a straw would keep me from spilling a drink.

"It's a lovely place. I'm sure it was expensive to book such a place for just the two of us." Mick had to wait outside for our lovely brunch, but I promised him a goodie bag.

"Don't worry about a thing. You just relax and order whatever you want."

"Oh, I'm thinking sausage and bacon to start. Oh, but I really like French toast. Dang, this is a hard decision." I studied the menu to decide what I wanted, fully taking this guy for granted.

"Oh, I don't eat meat." And there it was. That one sentence that completely ruined everything.

"Oh, how wonderful."

"Look, it's totally okay if you eat in front of me. I'm all for people making their own choices, even if I don't agree with them."

"Exactly how I feel. You can eat a nasty green salad and I have no problem with it as long as you don't throw it in my face." Devon grimaced, not finding humor in insulting a salad.

I ordered a bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich with grits on the side. The entire time I ordered, Devon ridiculed me with his eyes, unaware that a girl of my size would have such a big appetite.

After a long time of stalking the waitress, only to be disappointed her plate was for someone else's table, our food finally arrived.

My date for the night tipped her once again.

"Thanks, sweetcheeks." He smiled as she walked away.

"Devon, sweetcheeks, please, if you'd like to go on a date with that woman instead of me, by all means, go for it. She's more of your type, away." If Della hadn't paid her brother to go on a date with me, I'd pay him myself for him to buzz off. He was nauseatingly perverted, and I'd be lucky to scarf down my bacon without vomiting, which is rare for me.

"You sound jealous. Babe, I took you out here for a fancy, expensive dinner. I'm not letting this go to waste. You're hotter than her, if you're worried I think that you're not. Your ass, and your tight body aren't something I'd pass..." Devon sentence cut short when, out of nowhere, Mick tackled him onto the ground, both of our plates falling along with the table cloth. Both guys were covered with bacon and ice water as they struggled for superiority over one another. I thought for sure Mick would put him in a headlock as he did with my other date, but instead, his fist came into the air, knocking into Devon's jaw, his head like a bobble-head as it hit the floor. Workers tried to break the struggle, but were shoved away with a stiff arm by Mick Conrad. I thought he was stuck outside, but somehow he snuck in. Stubborn.

"I'm leaving, don't worry. This place sucks, and so does the company here."  Mick swiped his mouth spitting out some blood from where Devon has scratched him.

Devon stayed on the ground like a scared puppy with a shock collar as Mick and I left. He had saved me once again.

"That guy was treating you like trash." Those were the only words he spoke as we drove home together. He was petrified, his knuckles turning white against the cup holder.

I was fast getting home, Mick running into the beach house and slamming the door shut.

I tried to stop him to calm him down so we could talk about it. I thought he was running away from me because he was mad I hadn't defended myself, but I had been wrong. He wasn't mad at me; he was mad at Della.

"You!" I ran to see Mick approaching Della, who was in a dog pose stand, attempting to exercise.

"What?" She breathed, crawling her way to her feet.

"You're mentally unstable, you know that? You see this? Do you see my face? I just had a fight with your ill-mannered brother. He was a piece of shit to Natt the whole date. Natt doesn't deserve a man looking to get into her pants. Maybe that's your style, but that's not hers. She deserves a man who will take her out on a normal date, without her having to worry about being raped or arrested. Jesus, do you not have any morals, or are you just doing this on purpose?"

She went to speak, but he cut her short.

"Save it. I don't care about your answer because no matter what it is, it'll probably piss me off. Come on, Natt, let's get out of here. I suddenly feel the need for an afternoon without seeing anyone here."

Too afraid to answer, and too stunned at how hot he sounded defending my honor, I left with him without a peep. I never wanted to leave with someone so much in my life.