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I was also a little hurt that he hadn’t told me he’d been dating someone seriously. I’d never even known him to have dinner with another woman that wasn’t business. It turned out it had started as a business dinner that had led to them reminiscing, then another dinner, and well, here we are.
My phone buzzed, and I looked at it.
Max matched with you!
“Holy shit.” At first, I almost ignored it to wallow in my shock and pity party for one. Then I shook off those immature notions and opened the app. It was actually perfect timing to get my mind out of the funk I’d let it slip into.
Max: Look, I’m gonna be straight up with you. I’m not looking for a relationship. I’m just interested in a little fun. So if you want more, then I won’t waste your time.
Me: That actually works perfect for me. Recently got out of a shitty relationship, not from here, and just need some tension release until the end of the year.
Max: Then I’m your guy.
Me: What are you doing right now?
Max: Not a damn thing.
Me: Want me to come over?
Hookups were so much easier if I could go to their place. Then I could get up and leave afterward and not have to worry about them not wanting to leave or becoming clingy. By setting an end date, I figured I could keep everything superficial and the boundaries very clear.
But first, I wanted to make sure good ol’ Max wasn’t a damn catfish.
Me: Can you send me a pic of you by a calendar, pointing at today’s date?
Max: Uhhh
And this was where I’d lose him. Somehow, I knew he was too good to be true. It made me wonder who the guy in the pics really was. Probably some married guy with two-point-two kids and a white picket fence.
Not gonna lie, I was a little disappointed. But I probably needed to get back to studying anyway.
The seconds ticked by, and then the minutes. Right as I sighed and tossed my phone to the bed to undress, it buzzed.
Max: I didn’t even know there was one of those here. I didn’t think people used them anymore.
There was a pic of him grinning like a loon and pointing at today’s date on a calendar folded in half so I couldn’t see what the calendar design was. I giggled when I realized it was last year’s calendar.
Me: Close enough.
Max: Okay cool. But my place isn’t really an option. I’m staying with someone, and I don’t think they’d appreciate me bringing a chick over to fuck.
Well, shit. I sure as hell didn’t want him knowing where I lived in case he actually was a weirdo. The last thing I needed was a stalker. I figured if I went to his place, I could see what it looked like, then go from there like I usually did. If it was super shady, I planned to drive off and block him.
Rapidly, I tapped my lower lip. Finally, I messaged him back.
Me: What about my hotel room, then?
Max: Where?
I gave him the location of the hotel that kept a room for my dad when he was in town. Because he held significant shares, it was his mini suite. I had a key for times when I was down on Sixth Street and my friends and I went drinking. That way, we could go there and sleep it off.
This wasn’t exactly what my dad had meant for it to be used for, but I was still a little miffed at him for not telling me he’d been seeing anyone. The whole getting married part was icing on my pissed off cake.
Then I grabbed my keys and got in my car. I typed up a message to my best friend telling her I was hooking up with a guy and I’d send her his info in case I went missing.
Heart hammering with both excitement and nervousness, I drove to the hotel and pulled into the valet area. After leaving my keys with the attendant and getting the claim ticket, I went up to the room.
Once inside, I paced and debated, pretending I wasn’t here when he arrived. I jumped when a knock echoed through the room. Tiptoeing, I went to the door. I peeked out and about fell over.
