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Lonely Housewife Message from EU Belong2Me: Dante, stop ignoring me. I don’t care about what you have going on with these other women. You will not dismiss me like some common floozy. I Cashapp’ed you a little money. Ernest will be gone for two weeks.
Dante rolled his eyes after reading the message. If he knew that older women had such a voracious sex drive, he probably would’ve never entertained her. He only wanted EU Belong2Me as a Sugar Mama. He hadn’t realized that he’d have to give up the sugar to get the money. Closing the message without responding, he scrolled to the next message.
Lonely Housewife Message from Celeste: I know it was you that sent my husband my profile. You are a disgusting human being. You get a dopamine rush from destroying other people’s lives because yours is so dismal and pathetic. You’re such a loser.
Dante flinched. This message struck a nerve. Instead of acknowledging that he had done exactly what she accused him of, shifting the blame back to her was the only right thing to do.
Dante to Lonely Housewife Celeste: You are proof that jokes write themselves. A desperate, unemployed, wide-backed, ashy-skinned married woman looking for different men to fuck every hole in her body before her husband comes home can’t tell me anything about being dismal and pathetic. The loser here is you, slut!
Emotional intelligence had never been Dante’s strength. He lacked the skills to communicate properly. Instead of acknowledging the fact that he had indeed printed out her dating profile and placed it on her husband’s windshield, he resorted to name-calling and humiliation.
He didn’t care about other people’s feelings, especially when he felt as though they had wronged him. His cruel, unhinged behavior resulted in the worst possible outcomes for other people. He left a trail of broken hearts and damaged women and didn’t care.
“Uninstalling this one too!” Dante shouted as he deleted another app from his phone, before logging into yet another app. He had never had any issues with the Best Kept Secret App. He normally had an even better rapport with the women there.
Best Kept Secret Message from TS Violet: Hey handsome. I’m interested in seeing what happens next with us. And thank you for respecting my pronouns. Call me so we can link: 904-555-2173.
Dante’s third leg turned to pure stone as he messaged back, CALLING NOW!
Dialing the number from the app’s chat box, Dante waited for the call to be answered. The moment it was, he almost lost his load. Never had he heard a voice so sultry and melodic.
“Hey, Dante! I was wondering what was taking you so long to call. I responded four days ago. How are you?” TS Violet asked.
Her voice dripped pure honey. Dante could feel his sweet tooth tingling.
“I apologize for keeping you waiting, Love. I’ve been busy looking through contracts for my client. He’s been trying to purchase this multifamily unit, and the seller is making this difficult,” Dante stated as he rifled through the items inside of Myla’s top drawer. He was surprised to find nothing there. No sex toys, no lube, nothing. Just panties in a drawer.
“My grandmother used to say, a man that don’t work, don’t eat. Sounds like you’ve been hard at work. When do you think you’ll be able to take some time out of your busy schedule for me? I’d love to make sure you eat something hearty. I sent some pics as an incentive to help make up your mind,” TS Violet giggled.
Dante’s mouth began to water. He had never seen a creation as beautiful as Violet. Blemish-free, smooth, teakwood skin. Eyes the color of amber. He had no idea whether her eyes were contacts or natural; all he knew was that they looked good on her.
“I’m free around…” He paused when his eyes locked on the black fireproof box on the top shelf in Myla’s closet. He grabbed it as if it was his to go through freely.
His mouth hit the floor when he discovered that the box was unlocked. He should not have been shocked. Myla lived alone; therefore, she never had to worry or wonder about a guest entering her home and going through her things. He nearly fainted when he saw five neatly banded stacks of $10,000, insurance documents, and bank statements.
“Dante, is everything ok?” Violet asked.
Dante noticed that she honestly did sound concerned. Everything that was in the fireproof box caught him off guard so badly that he was too stunned to speak.
Oh shit! he thought as he looked at all the information that no one other than Myla was ever supposed to see.
“Violet, I have an incoming call from my client. I have to take this. But I should be free around 7 p.m. Is that too late for you?” Dante asked as he continued to flip through all the neatly packaged handwritten letters and official documents.
“I understand; work always comes first. I love how dedicated you are to your business. I’m a night owl. So, the later the better. I’ll send you my location around seven if you can make it, cool. Just call me when you’re on the way,” Violet said sweetly before ending the call.
There was no bye or see you later, and truthfully, Dante didn’t notice. He was too preoccupied with things that didn’t concern him.
“Just a little insurance,” he said as he turned on his phone’s camera and began taking pictures of each item he saw. Dante smiled devilishly as he placed each item back the same way he found it. It was now time to get Myla’s surprise ready.
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Pulling her cell phone out of her purse, she saw that Miranda had texted her more than a few times. Instead of texting, she connected her phone to CarPlay and had Siri call her best friend. The phone, in Myla’s opinion, didn’t even ring before she heard her friend’s voice.
“About time I heard from your ass. I’m just making sure you’re alive. Breakfast hours have been over, and I haven’t heard anything from you,” Miranda answered. The customary question of, how was the date? was not something Miranda would ask.
“I’m very much alive. Dante was a perfect gentleman. Everything was good, and I can honestly say he took my mind off everything Terry threw at me with his deathbed confession,” Myla said as she eased into traffic.
Miranda burst into laughter.
