The evening was a semi-success. I was hoping that when I explained everything to Emery, she would understand and then I'd be able to sweep her off her feet. I should have known that would have been easier said, than done. She looked stunning and if given half a chance, I'd have left the meal and taken her straight to my bedroom but she deserved answers.
I wasn't expecting her to tell me about this mysterious other man. I paced around my living room arguing with myself. On the one hand, I have been off trying to find a mate, so can I really be mad that she has been having fun with other people? I did tell her that it wasn't anything serious, so it was me that was changing the nature of our relationship. And, what have I actually promised her? I have no control over who I find as a mate and
