I shut the door of my car and walked in the cafe, ordering some overdue hot chocolate and took a seat on one of the booths.

A minute passed, then it was two, three and soon, half an hour.

I tapped my nails impatiently on the wooden table. Where the hell was this guy?

Probably banging some chic; typical.

Jealous? Hah. Not a chance. Don't sweat it y'all, I've got my eyes on some hot piece of ass and it was definitely not the man- whore you were thinking about.

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