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    "Sure. It''s a date, then?" I suddenly felt my heart skip a beat as he smiled at me while saying those words. "Really?" I said as my lips slowly curved into a smile. He nodded while still smiling at me. "Thank you so much!" I said and bit my lower lip.


    He said it''s a date... Hehehe...


    Ah... Why do I feel like I''m on cloud nine?


    After we talked to each other a bit more, I bid goodbye and told him I''d wait for him outside the campus on Monday. I drove home with a wide smile on my face. I was humming as I walked to the elevator, and when I was finally inside my unit, my smile was suddenly wiped off my face.


    "Haaa... Right." I frowned when I saw how messy the whole ce was. These past few days, I''ve been too busy that I didn''t have enough time to clean the unit.


    I''ve been preparing for the opening of an art gallery. I want to exhibit my paintings there, so I''ve been polishing mytest work nonstop.


    It would have been better if I had a studio. I still haven''t found a studio to rent, so I''m still using my unit as a temporary studio. Plus, there''s less hassle since I don''t have to leave.


    I rested for a bit and started cleaning up slowly after. I''ve only tidied up a bit and the ce is still not really that clean, but I''ll finish cleaning tomorrow.


    I then continued finishing my painting so I could have spare time on Monday since we have a date.


    Just the thought of going on a date with Justin makes me happy. I wonder what I should wear? I wonder what he''s gonna wear? Where should we go for a date? What would he like to have for dinner? Does he like fancy restaurants?


    I smiled. "I guess I have to make nster," I muttered to myself while still smiling.


    My hands have gotten dirty because of paint, so I went to the kitchen and washed my hands. After that, I walked to the fridge and took the left over pizza I ordered yesterday and heated it up.


    I''m so hungry, but I''m too tired to cook my own dinner.


    I ate the two slices of pizza I had left and threw the box after. I brushed my teeth and went to my room to take a quick shower.


    While I was showering, I kept thinking of Justin. I kept thinking of different scenarios that could possibly happen during our date.


    Cheesy cliche scenes were shing on my mind, but I still felt butterflies in my stomach as I thought about spending time with him. What if we kiss? How should I do it? Should I just give him a peck? Well, it''s not like I''mining or something, but a peck really isn''t a kiss. Should I french kiss him?


    I imagined kissing him until we gasp for air. I suddenly remembered when we had sexst time.


    That felt really... good.


    He was so warm. His moans were like music to my ears, that I did everything I could to give him the best experience in bed and to hear him moan louder as he begs for more.


    ''Aaahh...''


    ''I-It feels so g-good...''


    ''Harder... deeper...''<novelnext></novelnext>


    I clenched my jaw and as I started breathing heavily.


    Damn it. I''m hard.


    I touched my dick and rubbed it with my hands in an up and down motion.


    I want to hold him. I want to kiss him. I want to feel his skin against mine. I want to feel his insides twitching and hear him moan my name as he cums. I want to be inside him so bad.


    As I moved my hand faster, I found myself nearing my climax. "Haa... Haaa..." I bit my lower lip and closed my eyes when I finally finished. I looked at my hand, feeling the stickiness of my semen.


    "Damn it. What am I doing?"


    *****


    Today is finally Monday. Yesterday, I finished painting quickly. It wasn''t half-assed at all, I guess...?


    I breathed in and breathed out as I tried to calm myself down. I shouldn''t be nervous. Why am I acting like this? It''s not like this is the first time I''m going on a date.


    I decided to wear a ck zer with a dark gray shirt underneath, denim pants, and white shoes to look casual. I also wore sunsses and styled my hair a bit with pomade. I have to at least give an effort on how I look, right?


    As I leaned my back against my car, I noticed that people kept throwing nces at me. Well, not to brag, but it''s nothing umon for me. I kind of got used to their murmurs and stares.


    "Hi, can I get your number?" A woman with a blushing face approached me. "Oh, I''m sorry. I already have a partner," I said and smiled a little. Well technically, he''s not my partner yet, but soon, he will be. "Oh, I understand," the woman said and walked away, embarrassed.


    How many times have I been asked for my number today?


    "Hey." I turned to the direction where the voice came from. "I''m sorry, but I already have a partner," I said and smiled apologetically. The man with long red hair justughed and said, "Woah, you''re so full of yourself." My brows furrowed. Did I misunderstand him?


    "Oh, I''m sorry. I must have misunderstood your purpose. What did you want to say to me?" I asked, trying to be as polite as possible. "Hah. I don''t know what he sees in you," he whispered, though I could still hear him. "Are you the alpha who slept with Justin?" He asked as he looked at me with a serious yet displeased look in his eyes.


    How does he know Justin?


    "And what if I am?" I said as I lifted my chin, trying to look more dominant. His ck eyes narrowed as he looked at me.


    I removed my sunsses to have a better look at him. Hmm... I certainly look better than this bastard in front of me.


    He just looks a little good. That''s all. I''m sure Justin would agree that I look better than him. Tsk.


    He sighed and clenched his jaw. "Keep him safe. That''s all I wanted to say," he said as he looked away. "Looks like you''re going on a date with him. I''ll get going now," he said and walked away without waiting for me to speak again.


    Who the hell is he?