CHAPTER 6
1732 Words
(1 WEEK LATER)
Tatiana's POV
It's been thirty minutes since my date excused himself from going to the washroom. I have no idea what has kept Eddy so long. First, he came an hour later than he was supposed to, and now he had to abandon me here to visit the washroom.
Can you imagine? Seriously, who goes out on a date with a perfect stranger, arrives an hour late and still has the nerve to visit the washroom at the expense of their date?
How does this even make any sense?
All thanks to Tori and her unsolicited matchmaking.
C'mon! Of all the options available, was a blind date all she could come up with?
What happened to her friends??? Neighbours??? Cousins??? OR? Her husband's friends???
Did it necessarily have to be a blind date?
I haven't even gotten through this date yet, but I can already feel it's going to be a disaster.
If I were to rate this date so far on a scale of 1-10, I would give it a 3/10.
That's only because I find him cute.
Otherwise, I would have found my way out the moment he got here.
At this rate, only a miracle will change my rating on this date.
I wondered why I didn't rethink my decision to go on this date. I know Tori meant no harm, but I still believe she went too far with this. She didn't bother to consult me about this and her excuse was because she knew I was going to say no.
I got to her salon as she requested, so confused and dumbfounded when she confessed to me about setting up a dating profile for me on Tinder. Thankfully, as she put it, she knew me well enough, so she didn't have to lie about me on my profile.
After scolding her and giving her a million reasons why I didn't have to or want a date, I decided to give in to her. There was no way she was giving up. Tori would do anything to have her way, as long as she feels it's what's right.
She's always got my back, as I've got hers too, and I'm so grateful for that. She gave me a makeover and got me an outfit she bought on one of her shopping sprees. She shops a lot given her wealthy background.
She seems to be doing so well for herself, which I am proud of her. At such a young age, she owned a beauty salon, a clothing line and was a successful content creator. Even though money has never been a problem for her, she works really hard for the good life she lives.
I consider myself extremely lucky to be her friend because she has been a great pillar of support, especially since my mother's passing. She has done so much for me that I'm thankful for, but I just feel that sometimes, she oversteps her boundaries.
Because why should she interfere in my personal life?
Why is she so concerned about me not being in a relationship?
As much as I appreciate her concern, I wish she would just back off a little bit. Just like she backed off when I told her I was going to find a job rather than work for her. All jokes aside, I would never have imagined that she would be capable of setting me up on a date.
However, as unpredictable as life can be sometimes, here I was seated in an emerald-green bone fitted corset dress, scrolling through videos on my t****k page, on my phone.
“I'm sorry for keeping my pretty damsel waiting” my date's voice echoed, disrupting my thoughts.
“What took you so long? I was losing my patience” I retorted, trying the best I could to stay calm.
“Easy, princessa! I don't think I took that long. Trust me. It could have been worse, you know? It could have taken longer than that”, he winked and smirked while he spoke in a seductive manner.
Wait a minute... Is this dude here trying to gaslight me?
I'm sure I didn't just hear him say he didn't take that long?
Please tell me I misheard him. What insolence!!
And what the heck is princessa???
I cleared my throat while I tried once again to stay calm. Although I didn't like where this was going, I promised myself not to cause any chaos or be the reason behind a terrible date.
“Never mind, I'll take that as an apology.” I expected his feedback on what I said. I thought he would at least acknowledge his offense, but to my utmost surprise, he showed no remorse. At that point, my heart started boiling. I ended up engaging myself in breathing exercises.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever... So tell me, miss? What did you say your name is again?”
Tatiana you dumb ass!!
I was tempted to spill out. Instead, I kept my cool.
“Tatiana, Eddy, my name is Tatiana. This is the third time in one night, you're asking me.”
“Yeah, my bad. Sorry, I'm not good at keeping names.”
“That's fine”, I tried smiling, hoping to have a good interaction for the rest of our date.
“So you're a nanny, huh? Do you make a decent living from that?”
I found this question ridiculous, not because I had a problem with the question itself, but it was more about how he asked the question. His tone was full of mockery with a slight sense of pity, which was what was getting on my nerve.
“Well, of course. Why do you ask?” I managed to utter while swallowing the urge to say something foolish that I was going to regret.
“For starters, that dress looks too expensive for a nanny like you to be able to afford it. Don't get me wrong, but did you borrow this? Or you saved towards our date so that you could impress me?” he sipped his glass of wine and chuckled.
Boiling with rage, I responded “it was a gift from a friend.” Of course, I wanted to grab his glass along with mine, pour it in his face and whisper in his ear:
“You a**hole! Son of a b**ch! You messed with the wrong girl.”
But I couldn't.
Could I have stood up for myself? Absolutely!
Then why didn't I? Because I didn't want to make a scene.
Trust me. My temper can go haywire sometimes when I don't control it.
“Oh! I guess I was right then. That makes so much sense now. I was really hoping that you were not one of those fake girls who borrow clothes for show-off, simply to deceive others.” I watched him intently, as he scoffed those words.
What in the world?
What kind of dude has Tori set me up with?
One who has been throwing jabs at me since I got here.
Such a pathetic loser he is.
When I'm done with this stupid date, I'll deal with Tori.
For now, I need to find a way to leave before I do something I'm going to regret later.
“Oh really? Good to know I'm not right? I suppose you have a bad experience with such ladies. “
“Well, I barely know you. As far as I can see, nothing proves to me that you're any different. And no, I don't have any experience.”
“Fair enough...and you? What do you do for a living?”
I managed to ask him despite how pissed off I was. He was seriously getting on my nerves and the more I spoke to him, the more angry I got. He told me he was into forex trading and started bragging about the places he had travelled to, the type of women he had met, their social class and how I was out of his league.
What an arrogant piece of sh**t!
Who the heck does he think he is?
The worst of it all was when he gave me a backhanded compliment.
“Even though you're not my type, I still find you attractive. As a matter of fact, you're too pretty to be a nanny. Trust me. You'll make more money in a strip club.”
This was the height of the disrespect I had endured from him tonight. As if that was not enough, he went further to flirt with me.
“I love your cleavage, but I can't see them clearly. I wish they were more visible. Oh, and by the way, your lips look really succulent. I bet they'll look better on mine.”
I wasn't sure whether to be mad or feel insulted. Honestly, I felt both. A part of me wanted to walk away, while the other half wanted to slap those dirty words out of his perverted, audacious mouth. I was feeling extremely disgusted by him now.
I ordered creamy asparagus velouté with a glass of red wine as my starter, while he ordered grilled fillet mignon with roasted garlic mashed potatoes and steamed broccolini. Both of our meals were very appetising and sumptuous looking, but I could barely eat much.
He, on the other hand, finished his meal and topped it up with a chocolate soufflé with vanilla ice-cream as his dessert. I didn't order any dessert.
“What's up? You're shy to eat? Do you want to package it to send home? If that's the case, I could even order more, you know? Just in case there's no food at home.” He laughed it off with a shrug.
I nearly retorted before I saw my phone's flashlight blinking. It was a sign that someone was calling, since my phone was in silent mode the whole time. I checked to see who it was and realised my truecaller app had identified the call was from Cyril's mother, Mrs. Walker.
I only knew her by name. Not in person.
“I have an emergency...I have to go, bye.” With that, I left wondering why I was mysteriously receiving a call from her.
“I believe I'm speaking to Ms. Tatiana? Nothing serious...I have something I'd like to discuss with you. Can we meet?”
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