The Dom and The Daddy

Chapter 16: The Set Up

Saints hand was shaking as he read the name on his caller ID, Damn Dom. He thought it was funny the night he had programmed it into his phone but now it was just taunting him with every ring. A whistling happy Perth walked in on the 3rd ring saying "You know those things work better if you actually pick them up when they make the funny noises." Flustered Saint turned the phone around showing Perth the screen. He was vibrating with nerves as he practically juggled the ringing phone "What do I say? What I do if he wants to get together? Ughhhh HELP ME!" Without a second thought Perth reached over yanking the phone out of Saints jittery fingers and answered it "Hello, Saint's phone how can I help you?" Saint was to stunned by his friends action to react, he just stood there frozen. Then he heard Perths side of what seemed to be a plan to meet say "Yeah, great, he'd love to. Oh no worries my sister is always ready to watch Mia. Yeah he'll be there even if I have to drag him and toss him on your doorstep. Ok Bye." Saint was dumbfounded! Tossing the phone to a still dazed Saint, Perth turned to walk out of the office saying over his shoulder "Better shake a tail feather lovebird, you got a date tonight." After a few moments more Saint's head snapped up and he chased after his traitorous friend yelling "WAIT JUST A DAMN MINUTE, WHAT JUST HAPPENED?" Perth turned to look at his fuming friend with oh so innocent eyes, "What? You asked me to help so I helped. What's the problem?" "What's the problem? Seriously! The problem is you just set me up on a date I wasn't even sure I wanted to go on!" Saint said storming past a confussed Gulf as he continued to follow his clueless friend around the office. Annoyed by Perths lack of attention Saint stopped walking and said "Would you please stand still so I can yell at you properly!" Amused and completely undeterred by Saint's anger Perth slowly turned before sitting on his desk. "Did you really just stomp you foot and scold me like some 80's sitcom mom, cuz if so Man I gotta say 'WOW' You got no Game!" Saint walked into the office and closed the door on a still baffled Gulf. "This isn't a joke God dammit! I don't know if I'm ready to take this step and you had no right to do that." Saint said coming to stand directly in front of a still sitting Perth.

Slowly rising from his desk to stand straight, Perth held his ground saying "All I did was help you get out of your own way man. You said you liked the guy, you said you wanted to know more about him, well here's your chance, all wrapped up by yours truly and delivered into your lap, with a bow. You should be thanking me not yelling." Saint had calmed down enough to take a step back and sit in the chair across from Perths desk "I just don't know.." Perth interrupted "You do know, your just scared. I get it, believe me I get it. I was terrified to sit across that table from Earth. All I kept thinking about was what if I screw up and he walks away or if he stays and I end up doing something stupid down the road. But that didn't happen, it worked out. We had a great time and I'm seeing him again tonight. Look man, all I'm trying to say is, at the end of the day, you miss 100% of the shots you don't take." Perth said as he placed a hand on Saints shoulder. "Look, Earth told me alot about the guy and all he did for him this past year. Plus you have Gulf's shining stamp of approval, I wouldn't have been so quick to throw you at him if I didn't know you were in capable hands. Just go on the date, talk to him, let him convince you. And if at the end of the night you don't like where it's going just leave. At least you'll know you tried, at least you won't have any regrets. That's all I want for you man, that's what Yiwah wanted for you and it's what Mia deserves." Perth knew playing the Mia card was a low blow but he really wanted Saint to get past his fear. "Fine, I'll go, but if this ends up being a disaster, you're treating me to unlimited ice cream and chocolate. " Saint said crossing his arms and sticking out his tongue.