Annabelle hadn't wanted to burn the restaurant down initially.
In all honesty, she had been in a good mood. The food smelled great, the weather was perfect, and the boy she had met on Tinder looked like an absolute snack in all his pictures.
But then, he rocked up to the date half an hour late, without an apology. Worse yet, he didn't look anything like his Tinder photos.
In fact, he looked old enough to be her uncle.
Still, she has to admit that, while her date sucks, the food is tasty. Plus, the waiter is also pretty cute.
Besides, when that same waiter offers her a hand in serving some revenge to her catfishing date, Annabelle just can't say no.
Does this charming waiter spell trouble? Possibly.
But, surely, once revenge is served cold, there is always room for dessert, hey?
"It's funny that you are saying this because if one of us is jealous, then it's you. Or did you forget that you just pushed the man I was dancing with away from me and dragged me out of the club? Where is he anyway and where the hell are Vivian and Felicia?" I say, raising my voice.
"Don't worry about them. They are up there, waiting for you and what Valentino concerns, he is taken good care of." He says with a grin on his face and a clenched jaw.
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"You know what? I have never realized it before, but you have such perfect lips. I bet they would look even better wrapped around my cock... but then I remember the shit that always comes out of your mouth, and I just want to throw up." He says, looking at me with disgust.
~~~~~
"You little piece of shit won't call me "dude" because I am not one of your trashy friends and she is not a girl you can just fuck one time and throw away then. She is my fucking wife."
"And she is way out of your league, dude," I add.
~~~~~
"What the hell happened and whose family do I have to rot out?"
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