Page 46 of Mine to Promise

“Homework,” she tells me. “What can I do for you?”

“Two things,” I say, holding up one finger. “One, you forgot the check.” She rolls her eyes. “And two, will you go out with me?” I just look at her. “Why don’t you just think about it?”

I wait for what seems like forever but is just a couple of seconds. “Okay, fine, I’ll think about it.”

I can’t help but smile at her. “Are you free next Saturday?”

She laughs. “I thought you said to think about it?”

“I did.” I laugh. “But I have to start planning.”

She laughs at me. “What if I say no?”

I smirk at her, my heart speeding up fast, my cock getting hard for her. “What if you say yes? I have to be ready.”

She shakes her head, but the smile on her face is beautiful. “Goodbye, Stefano.”

I look at her, wishing I could kiss her again. “Good night, li’l momma.” I wink at her, and she rolls her eyes before she hangs up.

I immediately call Matty, who answers after two rings. “What do you want?” He doesn’t even say hello.

“Can you watch Avery next Friday night?” I tap my leg nervously, not sure what I’m going to do if he says no.

“Sure, why?” My fist secretly flies in the air.

“I want to take Addison out on a date,” I tell him.

“Aren’t you dating Jenna?” he snaps. “I swear to God, I’m going to kick your ass and then call Uncle Matthew.”

I gawk at my phone. “What the hell is wrong with you? Do you think I would ask her out if I was still dating Jenna?” I don’t even wait for him to answer me before I continue, “Idiot. What do you take me for?”

“Didn’t you just meet your four-year-old daughter?” he retorts, laughing.

I don’t even bother answering him, I hang up on him, and then text Addison.

I got a babysitter for next Friday, is that good?

I don’t want to bother her while she’s studying, but I can’t wait. The phone buzzes in my hand, and I see it’s her.

I didn’t say yes yet.

But you didn’t say no either. Would it be okay, or do you have to work?

I don’t have to work.

I smile that she still hasn’t said no.

Okay, good, so one thing less to worry about.

I’ve got to study.

Call me later, if you want.

I pull up the text to my father right away.

What should I do for a first date?

The sound of thunder fills the room, and I look up in time to see the lightning follow another couple of booms. The sound of rain hitting the window fills the room, and my leg starts moving up and down when I see the little gray bubble with the three dots come up. It stays like that for more than two minutes before my phone rings. I press the green button, and then my father’s face fills the screen. “Hey,” he says, smiling at me, and I see my mother is there. “What does she like to do?” my father asks me, and all I can do is shake my head, shrugging.