Free Divorced Dating and Damn Drama by Kat Lehto Page B

walking briskly towards the table that I am seated at. This woman was on the stick figure side and had long black flowing hair. Her brows were drawn on with what looked like a sharpie. Her pink lips were outlined in red and she had a massive tattoo on her neck that looked like a spider web.
    "Excuse me?" I asked standing up.
    "Breaking up a marriage, really?" She shoves me in the shoulder.
    "I didn't know." I said taking a few steps back still keeping direct eye contact.
    "You didn't know sleeping with a married man would break up our marriage?" She shouts shoving me again.
    "I didn't know he was married." I answer honestly.
    "Don't play innocent with me." She jumped over the chair that was acting as a divider.
    "I'm going." I say grabbing my purse and turning to leave.
    "The hell you are." She shouts. She pushes me down and starts punching my face. I am blocking with one arm while the other grabs a hold of her extensions and they just rip out with ease. She reacts with horror. "My hair my beautiful hair." She cries. "Mark my words I will get you for this." She runs off screaming. Did I win? I slowly get up and look down at a puddle nearby. My face is already starting to swell and my ribs hurt. I don't think I won. However she left first, so maybe I did. I get back on the chair that I was previously sitting on.
    "So what time can you come over?" Asks Tommy, my date.
    "What?' I asked trying to get the world to stop spinning.
    "For sex, you're still going to sleep with me right?" He asks with a hint of cocky arrogance.
    "No." I said then got up and limped off to my car. Oh my car. You hold all my secrets. Like the secret about how I took my husband's exams for him. It was because of me he passed the bar. Not the one that serves alcohol but the test you had to take in order to be a lawyer. I dressed up as him and took the test for him. I was honestly amazed it worked. I really don't look like him. Why did I do it? When you live a life where everything revolves around your husband and his success, you would do anything to make him happy. Yes, I admit it was spineless. Yes, it was cheating. One might say I did it for love. I loved him so much that I would have killed for him. Pre meditated, cold blooded murder type of kill.

Chapter twenty four
    I have been called fake before. Not fake as in only caring about designer clothes, but fake as in not who I say I am. Being cat fished many times, I sympathize with the man who questions my identity. However, how far I will go to prove that is another story. Take Mason for example. He was under the impression that I wasn't real.
    "I just want to know that you are real." Mason says honesty.
    "Fair enough." I reply. "Tell me what you want me to do to prove to you that I'm real." I say honestly. I am real, so proving it shouldn't be that hard, right?
    "Text me." Mason replied giving me his number in the message. I texted the number given.
    "Ok I texted you." I typed, making sure he got it.
    "Now send me a photo." Mason texted. So I send him a photo.
    "I didn't get it." Mason texts back. "Add me on your Gossip social networking site." He demanded eagerly. I sent him a contact request on Gossip the social networking site.
    "Ok, now call me." I proceed to call him. He picks up, then immediately hangs up
    "Ok, now send me a nude photo." Yeah, no I'm not going to do that. Haven't I done enough already?
    "No, I'm tired of jumping through hoops for you." I say bluntly. Well I am. He has been ordering me around and I, like a fool, have been doing it.
    "How do I know you are not a guy?" Mason asks in a condescending manner.
    "Really?" I text. I mean really? You won't talk to me but you expect me to send you a nude photo?
    "I need a nude photo." Mason demands.
    "Good bye." I text back and block his number. I'm just not in the mood. I mean come on. Did you see how I jumped through hoops for him? To be honest, I don't think he ever thought I was fake he just wanted nude photos. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe he