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Two minutes after his performance...

Diana puckered her lips, regret and fury growing every second within her. She'd began to pour herself multiple drinks, gulping them down like a fish in water.

Morris scoffs, "Jerome, my cup seems to be a bit empty. You think you can do something about that?"

A subtle roll of his eyes and Jerome tends to Morris' need.

"Whatzamatta baby?" Morris brings his attention to the scowling Diana.

Sigh. "Oh, nothing. Just...thinking...."
She lies.

Jerome returns with a bottle of pomerol, pouring Morris a glass, since she finished the last bottle..

Morris then snatches the bottle from Jerome's grasp, shoo-ing him away with his hand.

"The good stuff?" He questions to Ms Rockwell.

She smiles snatching the bottle from him, and drinking every last drop.

His eyes widened and his lip curved to the side in shock, satisfaction and slight disgust.

She removes her crimson lips from the edge of the bottle, using her hypnotic gaze to weaken him.

"Your place?"

With quick speed Morris throws down a tip if $10, leaving his seat faster than the speed of light.

She grabs the edge of his tie, walking him behind her like he's a dog on a leash. She then passes the presence of a familiar.

Her light, brown-chartreuse eyes peek through her feather - like eyelashes over her left shoulder, leaving a single wink.

Michael

I felt my body shudder in my seat.
Was that for me? Or some innocent bystander awaiting his pending death? It has to be for me, she looked directly at me. Speaking with those menacingly cold orbs, she calls eyes. It was almost like she was threatening me. As if she was saying "You're Next.". Lord, I hope I'm wrong...

"Michael?.." Jill snaps her fingers in my face, breaking me from my horrible trans.

I look at her, my confusion and concern written all over my face. "Pardon?".

"You need some water?".

"Yes with ice, please." I remove strands of lose hair from my face, resting my cheek in my palm, my elbow firmly yet lazy placed against the bar counter.

"So, Michael..." Charlene began, removing her glasses.

"Yes?"

She fidgeted a bit with her cup coaster, not making eye contact, like a nervous school girl. "Are you...f-free, Friday night? Cause I was wondering if you'd like to see a movie with me?.."

I sat up and smiles brightly, my cheeks glowing with blush. "I would love to."...

Friday, 11:02 at night....

"Cry little sista!"

"Thou shall not fall!"

Charlene and I are leaving the theater, leftover popcorn in hand, and great movie on our minds. I had to put my disguise back on in order to watch, but it was worth it. People are giving us strange looks, I don't care. This has been the best night of my life so far.

"Heads up!" Charlene warns, tossing popcorn at my head. I laugh hysterically as I missed every toss. "C'mon Jackson!" She teased.

"Hehehe, Give me one more chance " I chuckle.

She shook her head reaching into the small box, "Alright, last try. Ready?"

I prepare my mouth, propping it wide open to catch.

With a slight crank of her arm, she released five single pieces of popcorn, only two landing in my mouth.

It was a moment of victory. She cheered me on for playing this childish game, and winning at it of course..

"Congrats Jax." She bows, trying to hold back laughter.

"Well you know, what can I say" I imitate JJ Evans.

"You're ridiculous, kid. You know that, right?".

"I know, and you can't resist me." I smirk.

She shoves me, playfully, "Oh, hush."...

The two of chat until, we reach her doorstep. I check my watch, 11: 22.
"Well, I guess I'll see you around?" I slide my hand into my pocket, like awkward teen boy.

One sad smile and farewell, and she turned her back to me.

Kiss her! Do it before it's too late!
I can't do that, it's the first date...
Do it! Do it now!...

I raise my finger with a gasp, in taking air, ready to speak my mind. But, before I could say anything, she said "Bye." and had disappeared behind her beige door..

You lost her, you lost your chance...

Diana

The clocks reads 12:07.
Well I think it's about time to get outta here...

I stayed the night at Morris'. He wanted to do something "special", but he became too wasted to do so. I'd eventually fallen asleep as he passed out.

I gathered up my things, leaving my bra behind, leaving the impression that we got intimate.

I waited outside of his apartment, searching for a ride. The headlights of a taxi cab caught my attention, I flail my arm, signaling him to stop and he did so. "Where to, ma'm?"

"Pollover Grove."

"Get in." i get in, he drives off. "What's a beautiful woman like yourself doing on this side of town? Women as beautiful as you should me livin' like royalty."

I reach my arms around his seat, pinching his cheeks. "Aren't you sweet. You got a name?"

"Stanley." He turns the corner.

"Oh, well Stanley. I'm flattered." I kiss the burly old man's kissed his cheek.

He stops at a red light, at the end of the block. I focus my attention out of the windows as he rambled and complements me.

A man in a yellow and red Letterman jacket ambled the sidewalk at a slightly depressing pace. Immediately recognized the disguise, aware of who it was exactly.My body shuddered as I realized who'd it been.

I cut off Stanley mid story. "Hey, do you think you can follow that man right there."

He turned around defensively, downing his eyebrows dramatically. "Why? You know 'im?".

"Yes, he's my..lover."

His expression softened a bit. "Ooh, I see." He twitches his eyebrows at me.

Stanley turns the corner quickly.

"Wait! Pull over in that little alley."

"Why?"

Why are you so nosy? Think quick...

"I want to surprise him, it's his birthday, and I don't want him to know I'm here yet."

"Anything you say, Madame." He drove into the dark alleyway, three houses down from Michael's townhouse.

I sit in the taxi for ten minutes, watching to make sure he enters and is clear from the door.

"Well, aren'tcha gonna get outta the car?"

I scoff and roll my eyes. Stay outta this fat-boy..

Once I felt good and ready, I step out of the car, straightening and dusting off my dress, fixing up my cleavage as well.

Finally I pay Stanly and make my way to Michael's doorstep.

His window is open..

I peek through the waving curtains. I can see his shadow in, what I assume, is his living room.

He seemed pretty distracted..
I can tell by his pacing silhouette, he must've been shot down or somethin', poor baby. It's okay...

Diana's gonna make it all better...

Gently, testing if it's ajar or not.

Well what do ya' know.. it's open...
Must've been so beat, he'd forgotten to lock it...

I twist the doorknob, opening it slowly and shutting it quietly.

I crept down his hallway, until I reach the living room to see him, still, pacing continuously.

I leaned on his door frame, and began tapping my nails against the wood.

He stopped pacing, due to my jump scare..

"Miss me?"....

I am so do sorry that this took so long for me to update. Writer's block....ugh. but uuhh...enjoy....

~💋Dirty Diana💋~