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almost instantly to annoyed irritation. I really did fuck up our first meeting and now she hates me.
    “Good evening, Mr. Marx,” she says as she takes some time looking me over. I’m still trying to get my dick under control, rolling my watch around, anything to distract myself.
    “London,” I nod, barely realizing she’s still staring at me. I must pull her out of her haze because she begins to walk away, but I don’t want her to. “London,” I call to her in barely a whisper, feeling unsure of what I need to do to make whatever went wrong right with her. She turns around and I can’t stop the smile from spreading across my face.
    “Yes, Mr. Marx?”
    “Please, call me Dante. I just wanted to drop by and say hello, and see how you’ve been ?” God, could that sound any more stupid. I’m fucking ashamed of myself, acting like some goddamn girl with a crush. I can’t even look at her. Could this get any worse? This is not me. I don’t do this shit, ever.
    “I’m good. Thank you for asking,” she says. I want to say more but not a damn thing comes out, so she turns on her heels and walks away. I’ve built my career on my ability to speak with precise execution. My livelihood depends on it and I’ve succeeded with my extreme ease in communicating and verbalizing my thoughts and ideas, but right now, I’ve got shit.
    I know she has work to do, but I decide to stay and watch her. I figure since I can’t say a fucking sentence in her presence, that I’ll just watch her, try to figure her out. I catch every glance she tries to hide and this makes me hopeful. Winning her over now seems like a possibility.
    She finally leaves the floor and heads back to the bar, and straight for me.
    “Hi,” she says with a real smile on her face. This smile is just for me.
    “Hello again.”
    “Can I get you anything?” Yes, she can.
    “There’s one thing in particular I want very much, but I need to be patient,” I say more to myself than to her, causing her to look a bit confused.
    “I can try to get it for you,” she offers. Damn, if she only knew. My mind goes back to my earlier thoughts but I shake them off. I can’t go there again, not right now.
    “No, thank you. I’m okay for the time being.” She leaves me to take care of someone else at the other end of the bar.
    What happens next has me ready to lose my fucking mind as a man in what seems to be the restaurants employee uniform walks behind the bar and heads right for her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her to him. My heart starts pounding as she turns to hug him tight, obviously happy to see him. This must be her boyfriend, or whatever the fuck you wanna call him.
    I watch their interaction and feel sick. She may have a man, but that sure as fuck didn’t stop her from kissing and grinding into me in that alley.
    He says something to her and takes off to the back of the restaurant. Through this whole thing, I don’t realize how hard I’m squeezing my glass until it breaks in my hand, shards of glass flying all over the bar.
    She runs to clean it up and all I can do is stare at what I’ve done, but she’s pushing me to a breaking point and doesn’t even know it.
    “London?” I say as my temper is at an all-time high.
    “I have customers. I’ll send another waitress to take care of the bar. I hope you have a good night, Mr. Marx,” she says as she walks around the bar to speak to another waitress who looks more than happy to cater to me. Fuck her.
    Throwing a few bills on the bar, I go to leave. The last thing I need is to be here right now. I don’t know what the fuck I might do next, but no matter what she thinks of me, she wants me and I want her. I’m done fucking around and trying to win her over. I am who I am and she’ll see it soon enough. She’ll be mine, no matter what means I have to go through to make it so.
    She better get the fuck ready, ‘cause I’m comin’ for her.

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